Hi, my name is Lae, I am currently a Victoria Secret Model and I am... so late for work! I jump out of bed, rushing to get my pink furry robe around my half naked body. Sleepily walking towards my closet, I pick out a sweater and a pair of jeans. Checking the time again on my phone, I realise that I have absoloutely no time to shower and begin to change, without even brushing out my day old curled hair. Running towards the front door, I slip on my go-to black heels, forgetting that I had practically left my phone and bag in my room. Jogging towards my room, I pick up a few of my bras on the couch and place them back in their righteous areas. You may be thinking I have a ginormous house, well i'm sorry to disappoint you but I only have a small apartment, specially made to allow one person to live in. I hit my head againt the car roof as i step into my car, but I don't take a notice and just drive straight to work without any second thoughts.
"I'm here, I'm here!" I sigh as I walk into the backstage dressing room.
"Are you serious? This is your second time being late. This is the show of the year, in a couple of moments you are going to wear the wings you have always wanted to! Don't you think you should've been a little more commited?" Miranda fixes her wing strap on her shoulder. I begin stripping and wearing the finest of all wings, with my black lace garments.
"Look, we were shooting in Paris yesterday from 9pm to 6am. It's currently 7pm and I barely got any sleep until it was time to arrive here." I defended myself. "You're so lucky I'm a good friend, I should be telling Kurt by now-"
"Miranda! You're up in two!" the director interrupts. Miranda flashes a small smile & leaves me with my own reflection. I can do this. Lae, you can do it. All you have to do is walk down a runway with a pair of wings on your back, like the usual... just with the wings. I breathe out heavily and stand up, waiting in line to walk in front of thousands of people.
"Go!" John pushes me towards the runway. Heel. Toe. Heel. Toe. I see them. I see everyone! I raise my arms up, to encourage the cheering of the audience and begin to smile. I look around and I reach the end of the long journey towards the very front, that's where I saw him. I stay frozen, exchanging stares with his brown eyes until Candice taps me on the shoulder to indicate it was her turn to pose.
I think I've seen him from somewhere... I think his name is Cal... Calcum? Calcium? Something like that. Oh right, from that band 5 seconds of summer..? I'm pretty sure that's the band. I used to be a huge fan of One Direction, and when I say huge; I mean huge. I practically went to every concert, a majority of my room had been covered of One Direction posters, I had a lot of merchandise and i had exactly 158 items that had been signed by them. I had shortly began to lose interest in them the day I had auditioned for Victoria's Secret. That was probably right before they had introduced 5 seconds of summer to their fans, such a shame I don't know about their drama.. might look up the hashtags on twitter later on tonight.
"What the fućk was that, Lae? What the fućk was that? Why did you stop at the end of the runway, that could've ruined the entire show! You idiot!" Kian (the director), threw his hands up in the air. "Look, I'm sorry ! I was just.. a little distracted." I tried to conceal a smile as I stared at the floor. "Whatever. You did great though, apart from that stuff up." He admitted as he rolled his eyes. "You know, your eyes are going to fall out if you keep doing that." I giggle and stuck my tongue out at him. Although he was my boss, he was my friend. A close friend, I may add.. so it's easier to talk to him at work, there's no need for formal shît such as 'sir' and all that nonsense.
"Get changed, the hawaiian theme is coming up soon. Don't fućk it up again, I swear." He glares at me, "I can't promise." I tease, poking his tummy. I turn around and walk back into the dressing room, "You did great! But uh, care to explain what happened out there?" Miranda winked at me, gathering attention from all the other models. "Yeah, LaeLae!" Adrianna exclaimed, "I saw a guy, that's all. You know, that Cal.. Calcum? Calum! Yeah, that Calum guy. We sort of had eye contact for a few seconds, and well.. he's so handsome !" I sit down helplessly, blushing. "Too bad he's mine." Candice puts her hand on her hip, "Just kidding, I'm pretty sure he's single though. How about you ask one of the security gaurds to escort him backstage so you guys can talk?" She looks at the other girls to see if they agree, and they all nod.
"You know what? I will. I haven't had fun ever since I've joined this bloody amazing, yet hateful event." I sigh, "Georgy.. Can you please show the guy in row 1, seat number 16 back here at the end of the show? He has brown hair, Brown eyes, a cute nose, he's wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt and that's about it." I grin, changing into my skirt and coconut bra top, along with my brown high heel timberlands. I grab my palm tree inflated wings and add a flower crown on top of my head. "Alright Lae." George obeys my request.
"3... 2... 1... Go Lae !" John pushes me back towards the runway yet again. As I hear the crowd cheer, I sway my hips, with a gigantic smile accross my face, feeling the fan hit my face and brush the hair away from my face. I look around again for Calum, seeing that he is leaning into George so he's able to hear what he's saying to him. Calum looks up at me, not noticing himself that he was slowly moving back into his normal position, his eyes raking my body. I blush, and turn around, spinning as I was about be covered by the walls that prevented Calum and I from seeing each other's faces.
