Gone ~H.S~

Chapter 7

 I was right. Killer hangover. I felt it even before I opened my eyes to a brightly light room and an empty bed. I fumbled around for a few munties before I found Harry's shirt and put it on. Not only did I have a killer headache but a line of soft hickies going across my collarbone. I wondered the empty house till I found Ed and Harry sitting in the silence with coffee in front of them. Waiting for me was 2 advils and a cup of black coffee. We hung around Ed's watching tv and softly talking until about mid afternoon when Harry decided he was himself enough to drive back into the city. 

"Ugh I have no clue what to wear" I said flopping down on my bed in just a bra and undies.

"Just wear that" Harry said cheekily. I threw him a look and put on some sweats and a tshirt laying on the floor before joining him on the couch. "You will do amazing tomorrow I promise" Harry said kissing my head and turning back to the tv.

"Alright, turn to face me" I told the model before fixing the strap one more time. I sent her off to the set to be photographed and moved onto the next model. After sending the last model out I took a look at all of them standing in the corner waiting. This is my life. I couldn't help but smile as the clock struck 5 and my shift was over. My first official shift at Vouge.

"How was it?" Harry asked as he picked me up for dinner. 

"Amazing. I loved it oh my god. It was everything I dreamed it would be" I said with the excitement of a five year old getting up on Christmas morning. Harry just chuckled as I went on and on. It is far from what I thought I would be doing when I first moved to London. Hell my life is far from what I thought it would be when I first moved here.

"What would you think about coming with me this weekend?" Harry asked as we waited for our food.

"To where?" I asked leaning on the table.

"There's a music festival about an hour outside of the city and I believe someones brother is opening for a boyband called One Direction" Harry said leaning closer.

"That asshole never told me anything about this" I said taken a back.

"I kinda asked him not to tell you" Harry said smirking. I muttered under my breath and I could judge by the look I was getting that I had no choice.

"We leave Friday night" Harry said satisfied with himself. I grumbled to myself until our food came and I couldn't be mad at Harry anymore because the food was just that amazing.

"You know people would kill to have this" I said as we walked the busy streets of London, hand in hand.

"To have what?" Harry asked confused. 

"Do you see our lifes?" I asked with a giant smile on my face.

"Eleborate please?" Harry said stopping infront of me.

"You, your band, me, my job, and then just look at this place" I said pointing to London at dusk. "People dream to come here all their lives and we get to live here" I said looking at the night instead of at Harry.

"You are fucking perfect" Harry said before picking me up and smashing his lips to mine. The kiss was hungry but not the desperate kind of hungry, the I need you hungry. That did it for me. It didn't take us long to get back to Harry's appartment and it took half that time before we were both undressed. 

 The next day it was one of the hardest things to leave Harry's arms to have to go to work. But when I walked into the Vouge office it was all worth it. Being a part of such a big name was something I don't know how to suscribe. Knowing that every time I choose outfits that they would be seen by thousands of people, that was mind blowing. The only part that sucked was the paper work behind it.