Till the end of time : Jesse Lingard

CHAPTER 1

BRYANNAH'S POV

"Now, strike a pose". Then cameras kept flashing everywhere.
"Flip your hair". Cameras continue flashing.
"Smile"
"Blow a kiss".
"Wink"

I was at my photo shoot in Manchester. Comments kept flowing from my photographer as cameras were just flashing in my face.

"OK Bryannah. We are done for today. I'll talk to your manager about the shoot." the photographer says

Finally. It's not that I hate being a model, it's just too much work.

"I'll be taking a short walk" I say to Marliez, my manager. I stroll out of the shoot area and walk freely down the streets. I breathe in the Manchester air and allow it to sink into my lungs. For once, I forget who I am, where I am and all of my frustrations.

My thoughts were interrupted by someone's shout behind me.
"Hey look. It's Bryannah Richards."
Oh shit. I forgot I was in the open. Soon, hundreds of adoring fans were all over trying to catch me. I started to run like my pants were on fire. I run down the street and round the curb.
I enter an alley and then stop to pant.

My rest is cut short when I hear, "There she is". I ran even faster than before and go in the opposite direction. I ran across the road creating slight traffic before dashing into a telephone booth.

I let out a loud sigh of relief before realizing I was with someone else and for that matter a guy.

"Pardon me miss" the male said. I got startled and tripped but as I was waiting to fall, and fell into the hands of the stranger. My eyes were closed so I didn't see his face. He put me back on the ground and said,
"Are you hiding too?"
His lovely eyes and handsome face looked vaguely familiar. He looked like one of those actors from a soap opera.

"Today I must be very lucky. First Jesse Lingard then Bryannah Richards." a voice said from outside.

Jesse Lingard..... Jesse Lingard.... Jesse Lingard. Where have I heard that name before? He has to be related to Manchester somehow. Manchester. That's it. Manchester United. He plays for Manchester United.
I'm not a big fan of soccer but Marliez is. She makes me watch every single match with her so I just pick stuff up while I watch.

I'm just about to speak when he covers my mouth and draws me to him listening for other sounds from outside. He is so close I fear his strong cologne may choke me. He finally lets so and asks "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine" I reply.

"Where are my manners. I'm Jesse Lingard."
"I'm Bryannah Richards"
"You're not from around here are you?"
"No. I'm a model here for a photo shoot for a few weeks."
"Oh OK"

We step out of the telephone booth and walk carefully down the street to avoid any attention. We talked a lot and he was really fun to talk to. When it was time to separate, I found myself strongly attached to Jesse. We exchanged numbers and left each other's company.

I'm so sorry this chapter is so short. I typed in a hurry so please ignore any spelling and grammar errors you see. I'll try and update at least every 2 weeks. Please vote and comment. Love y'all