Scandal • harry au

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four.

//2 days later//

|Savannah|

"Vannah, call me back babe. I've been trying to call you for hours now. This is mucho importante."

Abby's voice rang through my entire house and woke me up. Why is she calling me on my landline. I grabbed my phone and saw that I had 27 missed calls from her. What the fuck, who's dying?

I decided to call her and see what's going on,

"Savannah Joy Reed, where have you been, I've been trying to call you all morning?!"

"That's exactly the point Abbs. It's morning, M-O-N-I-N-G, I was sleeping,"

"Moning?"

"It's too early to think about spelling okay? Now what do you need?"

"Oh yeah. You're on a magazine. On the front cover. Of a magazine!" Is she delusional?

"What the hell are you talking about Abigail?"

"Don't ever call me by my full first name, you know I hate that. But you are! On Landscape Magazine, oh my gosh!"

"What the fuck.. What do you mean? What? Where? How? When? Huh?!"

"Go to the store and look for it!"

"Okay.."

"Okay text me when you see it, this is so cool. Bye Vannah!"

She hung up before I could get another word.

What the shit shat is she talking about? Me? On the cover of a magazine? I never agreed to this. She probably just thinks it's me. Abby can be a bit of a whacko.

But of course curiosity got to the best of me and I got up, put some real clothes on, and headed to the store.

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What. The. Actual. FUCK.

I'm on the cover of Landscape Magazine. I never agreed to this shit. This is illegal right? Some stalker photographer is taking pictures of me and putting it in places. This is not okay.

This is intruding my privacy. Kind of. But I never agreed to be their model and shit. They never even asked to take pictures of me. Some creepy guy or girl is taking pictures of me on the sub and I'm not even noticing. This is sketchy and creepy as fuck. How do I get my face off of here? What the hell even is Landscape Magazine?

I don't know who did this but I plan to find out. Landscape Magazine has to have a building here in New York.

That little creep is dead.

|Harry|

"Hey Styles, great job on that cover this week, everyone's loving it," Brown said when I walked into work today. What the fuck, it was just Central Park though.

"Thanks?"

"You did make sure to get that lady's permission and signature allowing us to use her for a model right?" What. What lady?!

"Uh yeah yeah, it's in my office,"

"Alright great," He then walked back to his office, probably to meditate and shit.

But wait. What lady was he talking about? Central Park was completely empty when I took the shot.

Oh shit.

No no no no no. No no no. No.

"Hey Jeff can I see a copy of the magazine for this week." I said peeking into our official publisher's office.

He handed me a copy and my face immediately fell. Shit shit shit. I thought I submitted the Central Park one. But then again I woke up, not knowing what happened, in my office yesterday.. with my head down on my laptop. I must've pressed send with my stupid head. Oh shit Rosey's gonna kill me if she sees this magazine. I mean maybe she won't even find out. Or she won't even care. Girls like attention right?

"May I speak to the main photographer of your company? The one who took the cover picture?" I heard a woman's voice coming from the reception area. I turned around and of course it was Rosey.

I tried to go in my office but before I could she came up to me and, "You."

"Hi?" I said pretending to be confused.

"You were the dude who bumped into me a few days ago. And oh my gosh, you were the dude that was staring at me on the sub. You were the dude who took this picture of me. What's your deal?!"

"Um let me explain Rosey."

"Rosey?! Who the fuck is Rosey?!" Oh shit I didn't mean to call her that.

"I didn't mean Rosey, I mean, what's your name again?"

"That doesn't matter, who are you and why am I on this damn magazine?"

"Calm down Ros- I mean m'am. If you come into my office I'll explain."

"I'm not going inside anywhere, you're explaining right here you little creep," Well damn.

"I can't. Not here. Please come inside,"

She gave me the nastiest glare and stomped into my office. I closed the door so Brown or anybody would hear about this.

"Okay, explain."

"Okay so uh about like 2 days ago I needed pictures for the magazine. That morning I decided the back of the train looked great for a background and you just happen to be there when I took the picture. I wasn't gonna use it because I didn't get your permission but I fell asleep and my head hit send on my laptop when I was about to hit cancel. It was just a photography.. scandal, a photography scandal," I didn't wanna tell her about me taking the picture on purpose and that I've been taking pictures of her because I knew she'd probably sue me and get a restraining order.

"Photography scandal, really?! You say it like a sex tape leaked,"

"Okay it was an accident, there. Happy with the change of word choice?" Someone's picky.

"No I want my face off of this magazine."

"I don't get why you're complaining most girls would love to be on the front of a some what famous magazine,"

"Well they're not me and I'm not them,"

"That was a little redundant wasn't it?"

"Who the fuck cares?! Get this off by tomorrow or I'm telling whoever your boss is."

"What if I am my own boss?"

"Then I'm fucking suing because I'm pretty sure this is illegal," She's right..

She walked out of my office and out of the building. Shit I'm screwed.

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short and bleh but there you have the reason I called it scandal. not really a big part of the book I just thought it was funny that like harry called it a scandal trying to be professional and shit but it just sounds like he's talking about kim kardashians sex tape.

am I the only one laughing? probably okay bYe.