Falling For My Shoe Stealer // l.t.

I'm Positive My Butt Crack Is Peeking Out To Say Hello

Chapter 45:

Jessica's POV:

"Have I ever told you how much I absolutely, positively, 100 percent dread photo shoots?"

"Yes, Jessica. In fact, you've told me five times in the past 20 minutes."

I peered at my manager before slumping against the car door. "Oh, well I do," I told her one last time... maybe.

"Don't worry. They are marked off my list of ever working with again. They were horrifically over-the-top," Lauren agreed, then began typing away on her phone. I stared at it longingly, seeing as the others had mine.

I don't know how that turned out, but it began with Lauren deciding that no one was allowed to tag along to my photo shoot today, especially after yesterday's mishap. Some company would have been nice, but I didn't want them to have to sit around and be bored the whole time. So I agreed, which lead to the others taking my phone. "We want you to be bored, since you think we'll be boring," was what Zayn declared. Needless to say, they took what I said the wrong way, and now I have no idea where they are.

My photo shoot ended about twenty minutes ago, and Lauren and I were headed back to the hotel to get cleaned up for dinner. Apparently, it was with some big-boss guys from some company that creates 'IT' products the whole world is in desperate need of. Stuff like a 3D cellphone.

Colorful signs shot past my window, all advertising products that were part of everyday life. For example, I probably have a Coke every day, which is not sad or unhealthy at all.

I watched as a clothes brand's logo transformed into a photo of me. The spontaneous action of me jerking my head upwards caused my forehead to smack into the window, and I cursed loudly. "Jessica?" Lauren asked, most likely having heard my injury.

"LAUREN?" I replied, eyes still fixed on my promotion. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" I pointed to the screen repeating my appalled actions from when I initially saw it with Eliza. I cannot believe I didn't bring it up again after the first time. I guess I've just been all caught up in the 'fan attack' (as I like to call it) and the boys being here.

"Oh, wow. Joseph gets his job done quickly. I'll definitely be watching him," Lauren smiled out the window, then returned to her phone. I shook my head rapidly. Does she expect me to react normally to this?

"Lauren! What is this?! You published one of my songs without telling me?" I shouted.

"Yeah."

"But why that one!? And why didn't you tell me!? Lauren, this... I don't know how to react to this! And who's Joseph?!" I grabbed at my hair, feeling many emotions take over.

"Hey," she smacked at my arms, "stop messing up your hair! We have to go to dinner in a bit, and you're ruining it."

I groaned loudly, but resorted to pulling at the hem of my shirt to please her. "LAUREN! Tell me everything!"

My manager sighed, tapped on her phone, then slid it into her purse. "You sing song. I sell song. You don't know because you freak out. You weird. I smart. Joseph advertises you."

"You know, if you're going to talk to me like that, I just might have to smack you," I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You assault. Me sue," Lauren chuckled to herself. She always has to have the upper hand in situations, and she loves that power. That doesn't change the fact though that she's an amazing mother-figure to me. Of course, I love my own mom, but she can't even work her phone properly.

We sat in silence for about five minutes, while I analyzed everything. I don't understand why she didn't tell me, but she did have a good point. I did freak out, actually, I kind of still am. I watched the different ads flash by as we sat in the slow-moving traffic. I wonder how they felt about their first promotion in Times Square. How do we even have enough money for that?