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"Yes, like that babe! Keep that pose!" Niall screams encouragingly at the model in the golden bra and underwear set in front of him and his camera.

"Like this?" She asks, but then her whole pose is messed up by her moving. Her posture gets out of place and so does her arms. In the beginning he was nice and polite to her but this model is difficult and is starting to give him a migraine.

"No, no, no! You ruined it!" He yells at her, he's starting to get frustrated with this infuriating model that won't keep the pose he asks for.

"I'm sorry," She says gently, she looks like she's about to cry so Niall sighs and dismisses her for a water break and tells her to come back when she's ready.

She scurries away and that makes Niall more frustrated with himself and her. He shouldn't have been so hard on her but I mean, come on; she can't even hold a simple pose but she was beautiful nonetheless.

"Ni, are you okay? Looking a little stressed," His partner Liam asks him. Liam is barely known by anyone but Niall tries to get his name out there. He is Niall's partner in crime. He helps him with the picture taking if needed, he helps get props if needed, he helps with the makeup and poses if needed. He isn't an assistant and Niall absolutely hates when someone calls Liam an assistant. It really hurts Niall that nobody knows about Liam but what're you going to do?

"I'm fine, just got a little headache. Liam, you take the next few photos. I'm gonna go lie down," Niall says, rubbing his temples and getting up from the chair he was sitting in, walking towards his office-type area.

"Wait wait, I can't do that. I can't possibly take photos as admirable as you," Liam says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice that Niall doesn't miss.

"Yes you can, you've done it before now take the damn pictures Liam!" He yells at Liam and Liam's smile grows. Niall winces from yelling and decides it wasn't the best idea.

Niall walks into his dressing room and lays down on the leather black couch. It isn't the most enjoyable couch but it's all he's got. Niall feels like he's got a hangover, minus the puking just the head pounding sensation.

The phone rings when he sits down and he groans. Things can't just go his way today.

"Hello?" He says into his phone.

"Yes, I'm Laurie Linsburg," A woman says into the phone.

"And what's that got to do with anything? I don't care," He says cruely. Niall didn't mean for it to come out so brutal but he was already in a awful mood so he didn't want a random woman calling him.

"Okay, it's you Niall. You change your number all the time and you keep giving me these numbers so I don't know which one is yours!" Karen says. Karen is Nialls assistant that sets up dates for models that have booked him.

"Karen? What the hell do you want?" He spits into the phone, still very annoyed.

"Will you quit it with that nasty tone? Any who, I've got a very special person's manager on the phone that really wants you to be their photographer," She says quickly, she always has someone new for Niall.

"Karen, I'm booked. I've got more than 20 clients on stand by and thats just this week! No exceptions," He says sternly.

"Niall, this isn't a person you just want to pass up. He's the biggest male model right now and he really wants you," She says, her voice sounds desperate.

"Who is it then?"

"Harry Styles," She says making Nialls breath to get caught in his throat. Harry has been the colassal of male models in the world. Everybody, everywhere knows who he is but then again, everybody knows who Niall is too.

"Ha-ha-Harry Styles?" He stutters. Niall has this lump in his throat, his mouth is dry and has butterfly's in his stomach.

"Yes, yes of course! When can we do it?" He says frantically, hoping its very soon.

"He is in LA next week," She states, sounding smug. Niall wants to jump up and down or scream like a girl or both.

"Okay, tell me when his manager calls so you can set up a meeting. I'm so excited for this!" He says, his voice jumping a whole octave higher.

"Alrightly then, I'll call you in a week and remember, you have 4 female models and 2 more male models this week!" She reminds him, knowing that I will take all my time worrying and troubling over Harry this week.

"I know, bye Karen!" He says happily and hangs up the phone. His headache is long forgotten so he is twirling around his room and humming in joy. He has wanted to be the photographer for Harry for awhile now but he is always getting booked with different clients that he has never had time.

//any feedback would be great. Sorry if it sucks ass!\\