Harry: “Harry, just stand still for 10 seconds please,” you beg as you lower the camera. Harry gives you a goofy grin, flapping his arms since the sleeves on the sweater were a bit long. “I’m just trying to have fun, (Y/N),” Harry simply replies, running a hand through his long hair. “Besides, a good photographer would be able to get good pictures from all of this.” “Did you just insult me?” you ask, holding up a hand to your heart and acting as if you were actually offended. “Looks like you can find yourself another photographer.” “No,” he whines as he attempts to hold back a laugh, running towards you and trapping you in his arms. “I was just joking, I love you.” “Yeah whatever, Mr. Model.”
Liam: ”So you know how you always ask me if you can come with me to one of my shoots?” Liam brings up one night during dinner. You nod your head and hum in acknowledgement, motioning for him to continue. “Well I’m working with a guy for two separate ones and during a break, he saw you since I have that picture of the two of us from the summer in Greece and he wanted to know if you wanted to be part of the shoot,” he explains, looking up at you eagerly. “No way,” you gasp, barely able to comprehend the fact that someone thought you were worthy enough for something like this. “I’m guessing that’s a yes? It’s two days from now.”
Louis: ”Do we have to get rid of my tattoos this time?” Louis whines, remembering his last photo shoot where they airbrushed his tattoos to make it look like he didn’t have any. “No,” you sigh, handing him a cup of coffee so that he would stop acting so grumpy and grabbing a banana for yourself. The two of you had almost been late because Louis had decided to make that morning a bit more intimate than usual, causing both of you to rush out of the apartment without any breakfast. “Stop acting so whiny, you’re the one that almost made us late,” you scold him. “It was worth it though.”
Niall: ”This is disgusting,” Niall remarks as the driver takes you to the field where you were supposed to be taking pictures for a magazine issue next month. “It’s barely 6am, we should be sleeping in right now.” “Hard life,” you yawn, worried for your camera in the trunk as you go over some bumps in the road. “Being a model must be really difficult.” “Shut up,” he groans, lightly punching your arm. “Standing in front of camera and posing, you’re probably exhausted by the end of the day,” you continue. “I don’t just pose in front of a camera-” he begins to defend himself. “I know, I know,” you cut him off, kissing his cheek. “I was just joking around.”
Zayn: You blushed as Zayn walked out in only Calvin Klein boxers, glaring at him when he winked at you. “Oh c’mon, babe,” Zayn teases. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before.” “Zayn!” you exclaim, your whole body heating up from embarrassment. “There’s barely anyone here, (Y/N),” he rolls his eyes, his confidence coming out due to the lack of people. You dismiss his statement, setting your camera up on the tripod and turning up the music. “Well let’s get started then,” you say to him, signaling for him to do his thing. He bites his lip and grabs his crotch, making you shoot up and turn away from him. “That’s it, I’m done. Note to self: Don’t ever work with your boyfriend on a shoot ever again.”
