That's Me In The Spotlight {The Jesus Fic}.

Chapter 10

“It's a pleasure to meet you Eleanor, but what the fuck are you wearing?” Louis said, scrunching up his nose. The brunette girl was pretty enough, if a little plain, but she was in a garish pink satin dress.

“I look good,” she said self-assuredly. “I'm not changing.”

“Fine,” Louis said. He got his way so often that sometimes it was refreshing to be stood up to... sometimes. “No one's going to believe I'd actually date a girl who wears that type of thing, though.”

“I'm just hoping no one believes I'd actually date a gay man,” Eleanor countered quietly.

Louis laughed. “I hadn't thought about that, what this is going to look like for you. Well, we'll see what people think. This plot has more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Jeremy Wash should just stick to producing,” the girl muttered – okay, Louis liked her. “But, I've been in LA for eighteen months now and I haven't so much booked a commercial. They're paying me enough to do this that I can stop waiting tables.”

  

“And if your name gets out there, maybe you will get cast in something.” Louis nodded, understanding.

“I'm sure your big break will come,” Harry's sarcasm came from behind them. Louis and Eleanor both jumped a little – Harry had lagged behind Louis, sulking, and they hadn't noticed him arriving at the elevator bank. “We can’t all be starring in our own primetime show,” Harry continued. “Good luck with the commercials, though.”

“Thanks,” Eleanor said warmly, ignoring Harry's snide tone. Louis couldn't ignore it, though.

“Don't be a dick, Harry,” Louis said, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for Zayn's floor. “She's just doing her job here, okay?”

“Right. Sorry, Eleanor,” Harry said, following him in. “You're the dick,” he muttered to Louis. “Is it just me, or is this a little awkward?” Eleanor asked as the elevator rose.

Harry, not at all subtle, let panic cross his face as he stammered, “No, why would it be awkward, we're nothing – I mean, it's nothing.”

“Harry's just disappointed that he doesn't get to watch his show right when it airs,” Louis said, willing Eleanor to believe that's all it was. “Listen, you two. This could be a lot worse. I know Jeremy's making you both come tonight, but we all get paid for this. I was already planning on going to this party anyway. Zayn's a cool guy, all of Little Mix are going to be there-”

Louis was cut off by Eleanor's squeal. “Oh my god, I love Little Mix.”“Don't use god's name like that,” Harry said.It's going to be a long night, Louis groaned internally as he stepped out of the elevator.

Louis had partied with Zayn before, but he'd never been to one of Zayn's parties. There was a lot of weed going around, and a lot of really good-looking people. A couple of guys in the far side of the entrance hall were spraypainting a statue that Louis couldn't quite make out the shape of.

Eleanor produced a camera from her handbag, and said, “Harry, do you mind?” as she passed the camera over. She posed for a couple shots with Louis – thankfully Harry obliged to be the photographer. “Great, hold on.” She stopped Harry.

Louis watched in amazement as she rubbed at her eyes, lightly smudging her makeup. She pulled on a cardigan, messed up her hair a bit, then turned to Louis and undid the top button of his shirt. She swung Harry around to photograph them from a different angle, then took the camera off him, showing Louis as she scrolled between the few photos. “Good?”

“Oui. Looks like we were here all night.” Louis laughed, impressed. She quite knew what she was doing.

“I've got to get a few of you two with Zayn. Call me when you find him, yeah? I'm getting a drink.” Eleanor left.