if ↠ raura

two.

| laura's pov |

i scroll through my likes and reply to some fans. being a model puts on a lot of pressure on you in order to look perfect, but having the right people look up to you, makes the experience so much more enjoyable.

my guards walk me down my penthouse stairs, helping me into the limo while protecting me from paparazzi and the screaming fans of new york. i hid my face and got inside quickly.

"where to miss. marano?"

"studio 877, mind speeding a little? i'm already late." i chuckle softly, handing the driver a twenty dollar bill. i had another photo shoot today, and i was bloated from lunch which wasn't a good thing.

i see the man place his fingers on the spiral button for the music, he turns up the volume while i apply some moisturizer onto my hands.

"hey we're r5 and you're listening to the live 95.5 studio." my security guard, ashton turns his head and laughs softly.

"my daughter would be freaking out right now." he tells me.

i scrunch my eyebrows with a smile, "why?"

"she loves these singers." he says, motioning to the radio.

i listen carefully, enjoying the softness and clearness of this guy singing, the words came out so smooth and honestly, i couldn't help but bob my head to the song. he had an amazing voice, especially for someone live.

"he's really good." i say, slightly beginning to hum along, my arms were covered in goose bumps when he hit each note.

once we pulled up to the studio, the song was ending and i got out in a hurry, already knowing what was to be expected when i walk through the doors.

"laura, you're late." my boss fumes.

"i'm sorry, hilary. i slept in." i frown, nervously.

she rolls her eyes, "hair and makeup are waiting for you."