Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 25

Alaska's P.O.V

I sigh, placing my camera down on the side as I grab my bag, rummaging through it in search for my migraine tablets.

Quickly do I swallow one with some water before my client is back in the room, a new outfit on this time.

It's only noon still and I've got at least a couple of hours left until I'm free to go yet this headache isn't making my life any easier at the moment.

Oh how I wish I hadn't gone out last night, yet I couldn't say no to Conor, could I. Especially not on his birthday.

And to be fair had I enjoyed myself until I woke up today. Not that I remember much but that's kind of the charm with alcohol, isn't it.

I bring the camera up to my face, studying my model carefully as I adjust the lighting. I want this to be perfect even though my mind can't be arsed to concentrate.

Closing my eyes do I wait again, another outfit change.

I pull out my phone from my pocket, leaning against the table as I wait on Conor to reply.

He still hasn't text me yet and I desperately need someone to cheer me up right now.

I tap my foot to the beat of the song that's playing in the background, my head pounding as I look out through the window.

It's a normal gloomy day in London, that kind of weather that just makes you feel depressed. Even the Thames looks greyer than usual. Everything is just so dull today.

The light flickers a couple of times until suddenly the power cuts out.

For fucksake. Why now? How I hated my life right now.

There's a knock on the door before a man in a hi-viz jacket comes through, an ashamed expression all over his face.

"Sorry bout this" He points at the lights. "The power cut out"

I shake my head, looking over at the model who's just come out from the changing room.

"You don't say"

My client shakes her head, picking her bag with clothes up from the floor.

"I'll get my management to call you for another shoot cause this won't work, see you then"

She gives me a quick smile, bashing the guy who's stood in her way as she leaves the studio.

"You gonna fix it or?"

I check the time on my phone, half past twelve.

"I... I... It'll take some time I'm afraid"

Shaking my head do smile awkwardly.

"Then I'm just gonna leave you to it"

He looks at me confused as I place my camera in my rucksack, flinging it over one shoulder as I grab my keys from the side.

"Good luck"

Honestly I'm thankful. This is exactly what I need right now, a chill afternoon in bed recovering from yesterday.

The drive back home is slow yet it's all worth it as my back hits the mattress and I finally am able to relax.

I wake up a couple of hours later and luckily I haven't got a headache anymore. I just feel a lot fresher, more alive in some weird kind of way.

Conor had texted me.

So fucking hungover, how are you even up? Xxx

I smile, if he only knew how unproductive I'd been today.