Odd Love || c.h. {a.u.}

Chapter Three: A Conversation Superceded By The Way He Talks

I peeped my head through the doors. There were racks upon racks of clothing and the best part was that we got to keep them after. I pushed the door open to the white room and walked over to the outfits they laid out for us. This was being filmed, too. This time, though, we had a cameraman.

"I'm Maxxy." he said holding his hand out to me.

I nodded and shook it, "I'm Alisha."

Holden was right behind me and introduced himself next as I crossed the room. There were little white stands on the ground about twenty feet off from the backdrop where they had outfits planned out for us. As I glanced over them, I noticed them were in colors. I only like the black, red, and white ones but it wasn't really because they were nice clothes. It was more of just the colors. The photoshoot was for our album book and I didn't want it to suck. it was gonna cost about fourty dollars and I figured if the fans were gonna pay so much, they may as well get quality stuff that shows who we really are.

There was a white backdrop not far away and a table full of food that I wouldn't be allowed to eat. Somewhere near the stations for dressing and make-up was an iPod dock. Nothing was playing which I thought sucked since it was supposed to be a fun photoshoot. A little not too far from that were a group of bohemian looking stylists.

"Um, 'scuse me?" I said waving over to the team of stylists in the corner.

A lady in heels walked over to me and smiled, "Hello, Ms. Alisha."

I smiled and waved, "Hey, um, so these outfits, they're great and all but like, can we not wear the same colors?"

I knew I was gonna get shit for this. I just knew it, but I hated the way we got treated sometimes. It was like we were just supposed to wear whatever they said and not question it but I didn't like it and I sure wasn't some fashion icon or anything but I didn't see why we wouldn't just dress like ourselves.

Zoda walked over and asked quietly, "Um, is there a problem here?"

"Well, you're genius little band girl here, doesn't like my clothes." the lady spoke in a smooth French accent.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything. I just-" I spoke quietly as Mark approached us with the camera.

"No, I can't work with her." the woman said rolling her eyes.

I stood there as she walked off with a shocked face. Zoda looked at me as her stylist team followed.

"What are we gonna do now?" she asked. "We have no stylist team."

"These clothes are rank. Do we really have to where them?" Holden said as we stepped over.

Zoda glared at me and I shrugged. I guess I was right. I looked over at 5sos who were combing the rack and then realized.

"I took Christian and I took photography in High School. We could take the pictures," I suggested.

Zoda threw up her hands tossing her clipboard aside, "Do whatever."

She sat in the little sitting area of the dressing room and I shrugged. I pulled my hoodie and T-shirt off and grabbed the tight crop top from the black set. Calum and the other boys glanced over at me.

"Oh, you act like you've never seen breasts in your life." they continued staring as I pulled on the crop top. "Well, get changed then."

It took them a minute to snap from their trance but as soon as I clapped loudly they began digging through clothes. I pulled off my skinny jeans going for a more ripped and ruined white pair. Then, I made my way over to the rack of beanies. I grabbed a red one and a necklace with large beading. I reached my hands to the back of my neck and sat at the make-up mirror. I dipped the brush in the eyeliner, outlining my eyes and smirking as I looked at myself. I put on a shade of plum lipstick and dark eye shadow then slid on a few rings and bracelets. I loved rings and bracelets.