broken {h.s}

008

isabelle's pov

"Meetings. Meetings. Meetings. I'm enjoying my day though, today how about you?" I asked the old woman in front of me.

She's very important in this industry. If you want to make it somewhere as a model, have a meeting with her and you might have a chance.

Not to suck my own dick but I've gotten pretty far by myself without her. I don't mean to think in such a stuck-up way, but this lady reeks of snob.

I smelt her from the front desk.

"I just find you lacking in some areas." She says with a straight line form of her lips.

Yeah, sis, you're surely lacking as well. With the knock off Chanel purse and the overdrawn red lipstick, you aren't doing far better than me.

I let out a giggle at my thoughts, but quickly wipe the smirking mark off my face and uncross my legs.

"How so, ma'am? I promise I've been working with the company for a few years and haven't had problems."

She smiles, "Well, Mrs. Reyes, before we accept someone into every company, we look at their backgrounds as well as their social media's from when they were young. What we came across is not something we want representing our company. Unless you have some sort of excuse for it."

My heart starts accelerating at the news. The worst thing I probably have posted since I was a teenager was probably a picture of Harry and a condom on my spam Instagram account. Or maybe it was the-

"Mrs. Reyes? Do you have anything you'd like to confess?" She questioned as if I was on the felon list.

"If I'm being honest with you, I have done things as a teenage with my friends that I'm not necessarily proud of, we all have. But if you ask me something, I'm not gonna lie about it. I will be completely honest with you and what I've done. I take my job very seriously, and something like my teenage mistakes, I feel, should not stand in the way of it." I answer her, with the calmest tone I can muster up.

She nods, seeming to be content with my answer.

"So we came across just a video of you and your boyfriend, or skeezy ex boyfriend who cheated on you, where you were both taking multiple shots off of each other."

I open my mouth to say something, about to defend Harry in a very defensive way but then stop.

This is a woman who can end my career with a fake headline, I'm sure. She's the CEO of Next Model Management. As much as I love Victoria Secret, I know it can be emotionally draining. Next is more stable for me because they're more of a fashion label and not about my boobs.

"Yes. I have drank as a 16-17 year old, as many teenagers did. I realize now that it was a mistake, but I can't take it away. I attended a school where partying was very mandatory or you would really be tossed to the side by the other students. He was on the basketball team, I was on the volleyball team. People knew us and wanted us at the parties. But, I completely take responsibility, as I should because it's my doing and my fault."

She nods, "I appreciate your honesty. I will keep in contact with you when I make my decision. Thank you for coming in."

"Thank you for the opportunity. By the way, I hate to leave off on the wrong foot, but Harry is not a skeez. Our life is not for the public, so the tabloids have no clue what went on. I will be looking forward to your call Miss Scarlett. Thanks again." I smile, with a bitter tone, and leave after she apologizes and waves.

I roll my eyes once I close the door behind me. I can already tell she's a ginormous bitch.

I see Quinn and Gus sitting in the larger uber with very tinted windows and hop in before I'm outside for too long and someone sees me.

After meetings is the worst because I love seeing people, but not after I've sat for an hour while being lectured about what may be wrong with my body or what I need to improve on as a model.

It's all part of my job, so I take it.

"How was it? Did she hint at any future jobs?" Quinn asked, not looking away from her phone.

"No, actually I doubt I'll get signed by them. She found a video of me and Harry doing body shots as sixteen year olds. That isn't a good role model. But on the other hand Victoria Secret may be about my boobs, but I get paid fine. She also said Harry was a skeez, and that didn't work well with me." I smiled, trying not to give too much information, but knowing she'll ask until there's nothing left to say anymore.

"What the hell? What did you say to her? I swear to fuck, Isabelle Reyes, what did you say back?"

"I'll shorten it for ya! I said don't believe everything you read in the tabloids." I leaned back against the seat as we turned onto the road of Harry's hotel he's staying at with the boys.

I cannot wait to be alone with him. I've been surrounded by too much stress with work and Quinn.

"Isabelle! No, now she's gonna be pissed that you would have such an attitude."

"It's not really an attitude. It's defending the people I love." I redden at my choice of words, even though it's true. Gus smiles, laughing at the conversation after he hears what Quinn says next.

"You can't love him! He cheated on you and you may be a pussy and fall to his knees every time he fucks up, but I won't let you be with him again."

"Really? You think you're my mom? Not even my mom would say this fucked up shit that just came out of your mouth. Let me get one thing straight. If I want to go over there and fuck Harry and move in with him, I will. You know why? Gus, this is not funny," I yell when Gus continues to chuckle, " Anyways, you know why? Because my love life is one of theimited things I will have control over. So, i'm sorry? but not really."

Once I'm done, we arrive to the front of the hotel and I unbuckle quickly, piling out of the car after Gus.

He leads me inside of the hotel and I wave to the fans outside of the barricade surrounding the entrance of the hotel. I look down at my phone and see the time is 11:47 am.

I'm a little late.

I see Harry waiting by the elevator and I smile, walking up to him to give him hug. I wave to Gus and he soon leaves to go listen to Quinn most likely rant about how I'm being annoying.

He buries his head into my neck as we hug, my skin tickled by his quite long hair that's reached almost shoulder length by now.

When he pulls away he placed a kiss to my forehead. I feel my cheeks become rosy, so I avert my eyes to the floor, then back to him.

"Sorry that I'm late. I had a bunch of meetings then city traffic."

"It's alright. You're here now. Shall we, m'lady?" He asked and bows down like a dumbass.

I giggle, "Whatever, lets just go."

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