Someday {Niall Horan}

Chapter 2: Everything's Perfect?

Emily's POV

"Modeling for hours is much harder work than it seems," I whisper to Perrie as we both eat our turkey sandwiches in the lunchroom of the building.

"Of course it is, what did you expect when you got here? It almost seems as if you've never worked modeling agency before," she says with a slightly accusing tone. I just give her a small nod. I really haven't modeled much before, excluding the times that I use to pose for family photos. "I mean, you did work at an agency before this, right?"

I was scared of that question. It was as if my answer could just split our slightly sprouting friendship right in half. What if she judged me for never actually modeling? What if this was all just a mistake and I really just don't fit in here? What if what seemed like the perfect job just wasn't for me? More questions just filled my mind in the matter of seconds and I felt like I was going crazy. Should I be at a modeling agency or a mental hospital? Wait, it was just a simple question. "No," I say so quietly that she could barely hear me.

"Whoa there, what? That's impossible!" Perrie exclaims much too loud. It's a good thing that we are the only people in the giant, pastel colored lunchroom. What does she mean it's impossible? This is just a modeling agency, right? "This is the biggest modeling agency in the country Emily. How the hell did you get in here without recommendations or connections?"

I'm shocked by her sudden outburst. Biggest modeling agency in the country? I didn't know that, then again I really don't know much at all. Wow, I really need to get out more. "I don't know how I got here, I was just offered this job, and I took it," I tried to hide the nervousness in my voice but it didn't work. The shoot went pretty well this morning so I suppose it's not that bad that I was different.

"Did you at least bring head shots?"

"No, just my information," I really just don't understand why everyone else had to bring all, of this stuff with them and I didn't.

"Who offered you this job?" Who did offer me this job? Now that I think about it, at my graduation as I was about to leave, someone just came up to me, offered it and gave me his card. We worked out the details through the phone. I don't remember how he looked though, that's what happens when you forget things way too easily.

"Um, earth to Emily, who offered you the job?" she asks again.

"I, I don't know."

"What do you mean?" How can she seem so demanding, curious, yet so friendly at the same time? I couldn't even make out if I liked her or not.

"I don't remember his name or how he looked. I was offered this job months ago when I graduated high school. I'm not very good at remembering either."

"You just graduated from high school?" she asks clearly surprised. Why, was that not normal, how old is she? Why is this conversation so awkward? I just want it to end.

"Yes, I did. Perrie, I don't mean to be rude but can we end this conversation? It's starting to give me a headache."

Just like that, as if she understood, she shut up and we stayed quiet for the rest of the time that we were eating.

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The afternoon went by very fast and work was so much easier than it was this morning. I only did a couple more shoots and soon enough it was 5 pm and we only had one hour of work left. As I sit in my dressing room waiting to be called to work I hear the door creak open. I look behind me to see the handsome blonde, blue eyed man from this morning. He stood there in a suit with his hair gelled up in the most adoring way possible.

"May I talk to you for a second, um, Emily Pentland?" he asks in his cute irish accent.

"Of course, is it bad?" I couldn't help but ask. If this was bad news I wouldn't know how I will handle it. If I couldn't make money how would I eat, where would I go? I certainly was not going back to Elizabeth's.

"No, of course not. It's a good thing," his answer gives me a sigh of relief. "I actually came here to tell you that you did well this morning, and I believe if you work that hard everyday you will receive a larger salary." I'm getting paid more? Thank goodness.

"Oh, thank you um," I seem to not know his name, but I know he looks quite familiar from somewhere. Where? "What's your name again? I'm sorry, I didn't catch it."

Before shaking my hand he answers in a calm tone "Oh, it's um, Niall, Niall Horan."