Want You Bad (Louis Tomlinson fan fiction) [completed]

Chapter 15

Hiiiii, 5 more chapters and an epilogue :) Enjoy! x

Chapter 15:

“Natalie Reed, please tell me you’re not still in bed?”

“Rick, why are you yelling at me?” I groaned. “It’s like 9 AM, you dick.”

“Exactly. It’s 9 AM, Nat. Did you forget what you’ve got scheduled today? I’ve been reminding you all week.”

I thought for a moment, running a hand over my sleep-groggy face, sitting up suddenly when I remembered. “Oh, fuck! How much time do I have before you get here?!”

“About five minutes. We already picked Chase up.” I made a face. I wouldn’t have time for coffee. “I grabbed you a coffee.” And that’s why Rick is my favorite.

“I love you.”

“I know. Be ready when we get there, please. It’ll make this whole thing a lot easier.”

“Alright, bye.” I got out of bed and slipped into a pair of black shorts before grabbing a white Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt. I checked my hair in the mirror and shook my head, grabbing a black beanie and sliding that on. The hair stylists at the studio could deal with my messy morning hair. I slid my feet into a pair of black wedges and grabbed my purse and phone, heading down to the lobby to wait for the big black SUV to pull up. “Thank you so much for my life-blood,” I told Rick as I took the cup of coffee from him, bringing it to my nose and smelling it.

“You’re so weird, Natty,” Chase mumbled sleepily. He had never liked coffee or the smell of it, whereas I was obsessed.

“Yeah well, you’ll have to deal with it today. They’ll probably make us all sexual.” Chase and I were approached by a clothing brand to be the models for their ad campaign for their new line of underwear and lingerie. We’d accepted, not realizing at the time that they wanted us to shoot the photos together, so I’d probably have to act all hot and bothered by one of my closest friends, which would be sufficiently uncomfortable.

“I don’t want your coffee breath near me.”

“Knock it off, you two,” Rick said.

“I’m not doing anything,” I said as I pulled my phone out. Piano Tiles would be a good way to pass the time without bothering Chase. Before I opened the app, I sent a quick text to Louis: I’m awake at 9 AM and you’re probably still asleep. :( Not fair at all. Hopefully he’d be awake soon so I could pay attention to my phone rather than talking to people at the studio. Now I opened my Piano Tiles app, clicking for Zen Pro mode, and got into the zone of tapping black rectangles.

“Miss Reed, they need you in five minutes,” someone tapped on the dressing room door as I stared at myself in the mirror. The hair, makeup, and wardrobe I’d been given had turned me from Natalie Reed into some sexy stripper with full, semi-messy hair, dark, smoky makeup, bright red lips, the most comfortable lacy lingerie I’d ever worn, and the sickest pair of heels I had ever seen. I felt like I’d never been more attractive in my life. I took a quick picture and sent it to Louis with the caption: I hope I get to keep this stuff ;) I grabbed the black silk robe they’d given me and tied it on, sliding my phone into the pocket before I left the room, following the girl with the clipboard down the hall and to the set area where a fancy bedroom had been set up.

I let out a low whistle. “Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a room this fancy. Can the set people design my room at home?”

The girl let out a small giggle. “It’s a bit extravagant, but it works for the shoot.”