Being an independent photographer and model seems like an easy job. but it's not,especially when you're hired to be a photographer for a band of a bunch of rowdy boys that are constantly flirting with you. in this case, you'd have to be miss Emma Ro...
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🌹Emma_Rose🌹: ✨ H E R ✨ 📸: @clintoncave
Username1: 😍😍 Stunner!!
Username2: 🤩🤑 Queen!!
Username3: WHERE IS THIS?? 😍😍
🌹Emma_Rose🌹: @Username3Gucci. 😝
clintoncave: 😍✨ Yes Baby!
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🌹Emma_Rose🌹: 💫 Princess's Dream came true last night! ☄️ 📸: @clintoncave
Username1: 🤤🔥 Wowza!!
Username2: Where'd you get this dress!?
🌹Emma_Rose🌹: @Username2 my baby@clintoncave treated me to Gucci. 😍💞
Username3: 🔥☄️ SLAYYYY!!!
clintoncave: That's My Queen!! 😍🤑
I put my phone down,and dried off from my shower. I got dressed in the little white dress Clinton had gotten me yesterday,and put my phone in my bag. I stepped out,and went in the kitchen.
The guys all looked at me in awe. Jesse smiled. "You look beautiful." He said softly. I smiled and blushed. "Thank you." I replied. I grabbed some breakfast,and leaned against the wall.
Clinton walked over without a shirt. He grabbed some breakfast,and everyone started at him. "What?" He yawned,as he stretched. "Where's your shirt?" Christian chuckled.
"Ask Princess." He replied with a smirk.
"Aw that's rude! I didn't take it!" I replied with a pout.
Clinton lightly chuckled "no I know baby. I'm just teasing." He cooed. He softly kissed my forehead.
"All mine are dirty. And sweaty." He replied.
Jesse sighed. "you can have one of mine." He replied.
Clinton strolled over to the bunks,and grabbed one of Jesse's shirts. Jesse looked at me. "What?" I asked,raising an eyebrow.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head, and walked over to the lounge.
"You fucked uuuupp." Mitchel said in a sing song tone.
I blushed and looked at my food as I poked at it.
"Are you that oblivious?" He asked me.
"Can you not Mitchel? You think I don't know how he feels about me? Maybe try thinking I'm not ready for that." "Or maybe I don't care. Or maybe I do,and I'm pushing it way down, cause it triggers me." "Or maybe mind your own fuckin business." I spat. I wiped away a tear,and put my dish down. I went to my bunk.
~Later~
We arrived at the next venue,and I followed the guys in. I went up to the merch table,and started setting up.
I started crying. I hadn't allowed myself to cry since my ex. I always felt weak. This time,I let it out. I hit and kicked the wall. I kicked the merch table chair,and empty cardboard box that held the merch. I tugged at my hair and paced. I dropped to my knees,as the sobs racked my body.
My tears soon subsided,and my tears soon subsided,and I uncurled my body. I cuddled Jesse,and buried my face in the crook of his shoulder and neck.
"You need a hand to hold babygirl?" He asked softly,holding out his hand.
I nodded,and aligned my palm and fingers with his. He smiled and took a photo. I interlaced our fingers,and he kissed my knuckles.
~Later~
"I have to go play mkay babygirl?" Jesse asked softly. I nodded. "Okay." I murmured. We got up,and he kissed my forehead.
He followed the boys out on stage,and I grabbed my camera,and went side stage.
~After the show~
We were back on the bus,and I was in the bunk. "Knock knock." Jesse said. I opened my curtain,even though all I was in,was my sport bra and jogging shorts. He sat beside me and held me.
"You okay babygirl?" He asked softly, tracing lazy designs with his thumb, on my arm and hip.
I shook my head. "No." I murmured.
"What's wrong love?" He asked softly.
"I hurt you... Bad... And you're still here,caring for me.. I don't deserve you. I don't deserve this.." "and trust me.. I want emotional attachment.. I crave it.. so bad.. but I'm so scared." "And I use people.. I let myself be used... As a distraction.. I'm a terrible person Jesse.." I murmured,looking at my hands.
Jesse took my hands in his,and softly kissed them. "You're not a terrible person Emma. You're just lost. You're scared. And that's okay. It happens even to the best of us." "It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna help take care of you, and love you properly." He replied comfortingly.
I looked at him in shock. He lightly chuckled and kissed my forehead. "you look worn out lovie. Go to sleep mkay?" He asked softly.
I rubbed my eyes and nodded. I laid down,and Jesse got in the bunk across from mine. He reached over,and held my hand. I closed my eyes,and dozed off.
