Lumière // h.s

[ f o r t y - t w o ]

Cait's POV.

"So this will be the cover for the agency this month," One of the modelling agents spoke showing me a photo of me.

It was one of hundreds I'd taken on Friday at the photoshoot and honestly one of my favourites. I was in a stupidly priced leather jacket, black jeans that you couldn't see a lot of and a play white tee.

I look closer at the photo and frown. "My nose isn't that thin. And.." I look closer. "Neither are my legs. My hairs been made a little lighter too."

Catherine smiles at me. "This is high fashion Cait. Nothing's natural or 'real'." She gives 'real' quotation marks.

I frown. "But I don't.."

"Look," The agent - Michael I think his name was - spoke. "If you want to sell and earn you have to accept that you're going to be photoshopped. Made lighter, thinner, darker, whatever. That's modelling."

I swallow.

"Will this make her ten?" Catherine asked. I had no idea what 'ten' made but I was intrigued.

Michael nodded. "Ten definitely."

We said goodbye to Michael and Samuel - he didn't say much, he mainly wrote down what Michael said.

I sat with Catherine casually looking through the ten photos we collectively chose to be in the making of my portfolio.

"What does ten mean?" I ask curiously.

Catherine finished typing on her laptop - she had some apple make, it was extremely thin -before looking at me. "Ten grand."

"Huh?"

"You're in the modelling world now." She smiles starting to pack up.

I wish everyone would stop reminding me.

"..Being the face of the agency for the next month will make you ten grand."

"Me?" I choke.

"Yes. Ten big ones."

My mouth is agape. "But I haven't even done any work yet."

"You don't always have to. Once we start getting your face out there you'll make money from the brand you represent just being mentioned whether that's on tv, radio what ever."

I was confused but I nodded anyway.

"Now, I've had some emails and I've booked your first job. 2 weeks today, Paris. For Balmain."

My mind was whizzing. Two weeks, Paris, Balmain. What?!

"Okay, I-"

"I'll email you all the details." She laughed noticing my panic. "I'll be there with you so don't worry. It's exciting don't over think it." She stood up and pushed her chair out. "Any other questions?"

I shake my head before saying goodbye to her, sitting at the empty desk still not really sure what I've gotten myself into.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"So you're going to make ten grand from being the cover of ford?" Harry asks excitedly.

I pour the pasta in his bowl then my bowl, stirring the creamy carbonara sauce before adding that on top.

"I am, I can't really get my head round it." I shake my head with a smile grating cheese over our food.

"I think you're worth more than ten grand," He kissed my cheek picking both bowls up and setting them down on our place mats. "I would pay at least a hundred grand for your face."

"Not a million?" I gasp jokingly as some pasta sauce flicks up onto my nose.

Harry and I both laugh as he wipes it off with his thumb.

"A million, with the pasta sauce."

"Deal my friend," I laugh.

"So where's you're first shoot?"

"You're not going to believe this."

"Tell me,"

"Paris."

His jaw drops, he knows i love Paris. I've only been once before - Louis took us as a family in 2012.

"I wanted to take you Paris next." He pouts.

I smile at his cuteness, "I still have never been to New York.. you can be the first one to take me there."

"Deal,"

I smile leaning over and kissing him.

"So when do you go to Paris? The date?"

"Twenty.. second." I calculate.

"Hold on," He frowns taking his phone out and scrolling. "Yep," He locks his phone and places it on the kitchen table. "The boys and I are in Paris the same day."

My eyes light up, "Really?"

He nods,"Yup."

"Well you can hang out with me at the shoot - moral support?"

He kisses my temple. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"So what did you do today?"

He finishes his pasta. "Nothing much, checked emails, spoke to Gemma. Also talked with the boys about transport on Saturday to your mums wedding."

I grin, "I'm so excited for her."

He kisses my lips standing up. "It'll be a nice day."

He places his bowl in the sink before getting a drink out of the fridge.

As he pours his drink, his phone vibrates in the middle of the table. Harry doesn't hear it and I'm about to tell him before I see who it's from.

Leah: You left your wallet here xx