Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Eighteen

My eyes flutter open. I wake up to my legs intertwined in Harry's, his head is resting on my stomach. I frantically grab my phone to turn of my blaring alarm. I have a photo shoot to get to. I'm praying today is the day Courtney signs with me. I want to get paid for modelling. I want a job. I want to be a model.

I detangle my legs from Harry's and slide myself off the bed. He mumbles something I can't comprehend and rolls over.

Last night was actually fun. After I got over the fact that he got himself a key to my apartment and pushed everything else I don't like about Harry aside, I enjoyed his company. Actually, I enjoyed his company more than I ever imagined. We ended up falling asleep together while talking and laughing. It's strange to think about but I saw a side of Harry that I never knew existed. A sweet, goofy Harry that made my negative thoughts on him shrink slightly.

I scrunch my nose while picking up the empty food containers that are scattered on my floor. After tossing them in the garbage, I write on one of my sticky notes that I need to get my locks changed and stick it on my bulletin board with the rest of them.

Then I pull my hair up into a tight top knot and change into my tights and a sweater. I grab my keys and my purse before leaving, locking the door behind me. I don't bother waking Harry before I go. I don't see the point since he has a key and all.  I'm sure by the time I get home, he'll be gone.

I wave over a taxi and head to the shoot. After I get poked and prodded at for two hours, then take a million photos for another hour, I'm finally able to relax before the next shoot.

I eat some fruit that MSA supplied everyone and open up my growing social media accounts. My heart sinks as I read the first tweet.

*Serena is just trying to use Harry for fame, you can tell in her face she doesn't care about him. I feel bad because when he's with her, he seems happy. Good luck with this one Harry!*

Another one.

*Shes not even pretty. I don't know why Harry is wasting his time. Soon he'll realize he can do much better.*

There's countless more hate tweets mixed together with some nice ones. I don't know why these comments bother me as much as they do. These people don't know me, they obviously have nothing better to do with their life then bitch about other people's. I never took into consideration that I would receive hate amongst it all. I always thought I had thick skin. Apparently not.

"Serena?" I look up and see Courtney standing over me with her clipboard.

"What?" I fumble.

"Did you hear what I said?" She laughs, clicking her pen.

"Oh no, sorry," I look down and scratch the side of my arm.

"If you're still up for it, MSA wants to sign you!" Courtney chirps with a smile.

I stand up from my chair and squeal clapping my hands. "Oh my god! Thank you so much!!"

"Don't thank me, thank yourself for all these amazing photographs. You definitely have what it takes girl." Courtney is too sweet.

I can't stop smiling as Courtney walks me to her office and go over all the details. It's a year contract with higher pay than I expected. This is a great start for my career. Especially when I really get my name out. I pray that magazines and commercials will want to shoot with me. I feel nothing but excitement and can't stop myself from constantly thinking about Harry's reaction when I tell him. I hope he's as thrilled as me.

All the worries from reading those hate comments earlier diminish as I pose for the second shoot. I know that these next few months will be crazy but I'm ready for it.