Never Perfect (one direction Fan fic)

Chapter 10

Authors note~Thank you so much! all you readers! 300 reads! Tomorrow's my birthday and Ill take this as an early birthday present :) Now onto the story!

Harry's p.o.v

Watching her model is breathtaking. Every move she makes is graceful. Her face remains beautiful and poised. She suddenly looks over at me with her big blue eyes. I stare right back into her eyes, chills running through my body.

She is absolutely stunning.

I swallow hard as she tilts her head back and closes her eyes. Both hands grip the dress softly as the jumbo fan blows the dress back.

Chester goes on one knee on the floor with his camera.

"Stay like that! Yes! Perfect!"

A small smile forms on her face and she opens her eyes. Her hair flows behind her like a movie scene. She looks at me with those blue eyes and i melt inside.

How is she so perfect?

I look over at the rest of the boys and find Louis eating some carrots that someone gave him. Niall is practicing posing, Zayn is fixing his hair, but Liam wasnt doing anything except looking at me.

I force a smile and wave at him. He smiles a little and waves back, then looks at Allison.

I frown. Was he mad at me? Did i do something to make him mad?

Suddenly an idea pops up in my head.  I smile. This would tell me whats going on.

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Allison's p.o.v

After a long time of posing, Chester finally wraps it up with a close up of my face.

"Well thats a wrap with Allison Harvard!" He stands up and hands his camera to his assistant.

I step over all the cords and walk to my dressing room.

But then i hear applause behind me. I turn around to find all of One Direction, Chester and his workers standing up and clapping.

I giggle and curtsy. Chester smirks and grabs my hand.

"Take a close look everyone! She is an expert at what she does! The best their ever was!"

I shake my head and frown, "No-"

He interupts me by handing me a glass of champagne.

He lifts his glass in the air,"To Allison!"

Everyone chants back,"To Allison!"

I sip my champagne and place it on a small table.

"Okay, I'll be right back!"

I go to my dressing room and one of Chester's workers by the name of Taylor hands me my original clothes.

"Here you go Miss Harvard."

"Thank you."

I take my clothes from her and suddenly see something fall out. Taylor walks away before i can say anything.

I close my door and pick up a rolled up piece of paper. I frown and unroll it slowly, my hands trembling not knowing what i'd find.

I un roll impatiently, "What the fuck is-"

My eyes widen as I look down at an un-used cigarette. I hold it up infront of me, my whole body shaking. Inside the note says-

I recently went to a gas station and bought myself a pack of cigarettes. I gave you one as a gift! I bet your dying to burn down the building you're in now so you can kill another person. Wish granted bitch. Here's your weapon.