Follow You (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction) COMPLETE

Fourth Of July

I had a few more days in London before I was jetting off to the Bahamas for swimwear photoshoots for the lingerie brand before heading back to the USA for a music festival called 'Wango Tango'. I also had a bunch of photoshoots and a huge store opening for the lingerie brand coming up in the following weeks. Life was hectic, but somehow I managed to squeeze in days at the beach with Behati and even shortlist a couple of rental apartments in New York. They were essentially these fully-furnished, almost like air b'n'bs that the agency would rent out for me whenever I was in town. It just meant that I would have more of a 'home' there, rather than having to live in a hotel. They were 1 bedroom, and weren't penthouses, but the idea of having my own place there was exciting. Even though I had only transferred to LA a few months ago, I spent quite a lot of time back in New York, so it made sense to have roots, or at least 'semi' roots in both places. Luiz had always told me that working hard for a couple of years and living that way was the best option, and then once I had an established name, I would be able to dial down my workload a bit, buy my own place wherever I wanted, and actually get to enjoy it. It made sense and I trusted his vision for me.

In July I was invited to the party of all parties; Taylor Swift's Fourth of July party out on Rhode Island. We had mutual model friends from the lingerie brand and I had met her a couple of times at parties, so I guess I was suddenly worthy. This girl knew how to throw a party... there were American flag onesies, bbq caterers, an inflatable slide and even fireworks, and then there was the guest list; Ed Sheeran, Joe Jonas, Ruby Rose, Blake Lively and the coolest, most famous models walking the planet. Every single one of them. She was dating Calvin Harris, so he was there too. It was just mind-blowing in every way. She posted a photo to her instagram of the whole party crew in the ocean and it got insane amount of likes, and my followers almost doubled because of it. It was just ridiculous. I had almost a million followers now, and it was going up all the time.

Fourth of July festivities done and dusted and I was back on a plane over to Europe; off to Milan for a campaign with fashion house Ralph & Russo, then off to Monaco, up to Paris for meetings and fittings for Paris Fashion Week, then back to London for a photoshoot and more fittings for London Fashion week. I was finally back in LA on July 24th, and happy to say, staying there for an entire month.

A month seems like a long time to be in one place after 10 months of craziness, but it was nice to get time off between work and appearances. I got to attend the Teen Choice Awards and  managed to get to a Fall Out Boy concert with Behati on one of my weekends off. I went on a date, well kind of a date, with a famous actor that I won't name, and even though he was nice enough, I just wasn't feeling it. 

By this point, if I was out somewhere frequented by celebrities, the paparazzi would usually notice me. I wasn't being followed around like an A-lister, but God help me when I hung out with someone who was mega famous. I hiked Runyon Canyon with a famous actor/musician and of course the tabloids decided that we must be dating, there was even a day where I went for lunch with Pete Wentz and his family and I was apparently dating him! I mean, his wife and kids were with us - it was stupid. I got kind of used to cameras flashing in my face, and while being blinded as you try and get into a car isn't the nicest experience, you do adjust to it.

Toward the end of August, I was ready for the next couple of months that were absolutely jam-packed with work, sometimes with not even a single day between international flights, multiple time zones and back-to-back jobs. I knew it was going to be mentally and physically exhausting, but I just had to remind myself that it wasn't forever, and that I would have a few days off in 3 weeks time.