R E J E C T S

CH.14: I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE

"Pose for the camera, Wadge." The photographer ordered.

Robbie really is a talented model. I mean, I knew that already but watching him work his magic just makes a difference you know.

"Now this time with the shirt off."

And he took it off just like any professional model would.

It's hard to believe that he actually stopped going to the gym with a toned body like his.

Anyway, I think his body--- I mean, him in general, is such a waste because he doesn't like girls.

It's a total deprivation for all the girls out there... *sigh*

Not that I like him or anything.

"Hey, how about we try something else for a change? Um, I want to photograph you with your girlfriend this time." I heard the photographer say.

"Okay. Baby, come here for a sec." Rob called me over.

And then I stood next to my topless 'boyfriend' without a clue in the world on what to do next...

"Wait, isn't this a men's wear photoshoot? Why do I have to be in it?" I had to ask.

"For props." The curly-haired photographer with really blue eyes explained as he continued to snap away.

"Act intimate please." He ordered.

Then Robbie placed both of his hands around my neck while he stared intimately into my eyes.

'Stay strong, Cher and don't you dare blink!' I said in my mind.

But it was hard not to... I mean, with his beautiful gray eyes alone... man, I was trapped in his enchantment.

"And we're done. Here's my calling card if you ever want to consider modelling. You've got great potential, miss. I'm Harry Styles by the way." The photographer handed me his contact number.

What? That's it? All I did was stand next to Robbie... I don't know how I got him impressed but oh well.

You know how interested I am when it comes to job offers because it leads to money.

"Okay, I'll think about it." I gave him a smile.

"Hey, you look rather familiar. Have we met before?" Harry examined my face.

"No, I don't think so." I shook my head.

"Okay then but I'm keeping a close watch on you..." Then he walks off.

"What was that about?" I asked Rob as we both stared at Harry's back.

"Styles is looking for this girl whom he met at the 'X Factor' audition for some reason and I have a feeling that you look just like her." He teased.

"Right." I got my phone out of my pocket to check my messages.

"That's strange." I mumbled.

"What?"

"I usually get tons of messages from Luke whenever I check my phone but now I didn't get any." I furrowed my brows.

"You suddenly miss him, don't you? Woman up and admit it, Cher." He sure loves teasing other people.

"No way! It's just ticking me off... what if he died in my apartment out of boredom?!" I suddenly thought.

"I should call him."

*LUKE'S POV*

'It's taking me over, I don't wanna play this game no more...'

"Dude, your phone's ringing." Calum said.

"Oh. We really should change our matching ringtones, guys. It's hard to tell which phone is ringing..." I concluded.

"Yeah, totally." Ashton agreed with me.

"OH MY GOD! CHER'S CALLING ME FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!! WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?!" I panicked.

"Chill, bro. What did I tell you about acting 'cool'? My advice is clearly working for her to call you in the afternoon." Michael says.

"Oh yeah, right. Act cool." I breathed in before taking the call.

"Hello?" I answered with my 'chillest' voice ever.

"Put her on speaker so that I can coach you on what to say." Michael ordered.

"Are you still in my apartment... all alone?" She asked.

"Why? Do you want to do something naughty to me?" I read what Michael wrote on his sketch pad.

I kind of like where this is going.

"No, I was just checking if you were still alive." Cher said.

"Whoa, I like this girl." Ashton had to say out loud.

"Who was that?" Cher asks.

"No one." I shot Ashton a dirty look.

"I'm actually out 'banding' with my band. It's what I do. Thanks for your concern though. Later."

'HANG UP!!!' Michael wrote but I didn't want to hang up just yet.

I still wanted to ask her what time she'd be home but Michael stole my phone away from me and ended the call as fast as he could.

"You did okay, kid but next time don't hesitate to hang up first..." He sighed.

"But I think it's rude to hang up on her." I reasoned out.

"And this is why you seldom get laid. You're way too needy." Michael rolls his eyes.

"Hey!"

At least I know now that I'm not the only one who's interested because of the call...

*CHER'S POV*

"How dare that punk hang up on me first! We are definitely going to have a serious talk when I get home." I was furious alright.

"You sound like his mother." Rob laughed.

"Hey, I forgot to ask for your name." Harry stopped us at the parking lot.

"My name's Cher."

"By any chance, did you audition for the 'X Factor' when you were a kid?" He asked another question.

"Yes, I did. What of it?" I glared at him for taking too much of my time.

"Oh my God, you don't remember me? It's Harry!"

"Sorry, doesn't ring a bell. Rob, we should go now." I tugged on my boyfriend.

"Seriously, you don't remember the guy in front of you in line whom you punched so hard in the face?" He asked.

"She's cold-hearted that way." Rob chimed in which was not helping at all.

"I did? Well, I don't really remember that so..." I tried to escape but then he caught my arm.

"Oh, you owe me BIG TIME, young lady!" He brought his face only an inch apart from mine which was obviously too close for comfort.

"You need to pay up now." I could smell his mint scented breath.

"I don't have any money." And why isn't Robbie doing anything about our close approximity anyway?!

He's clearly enjoying the show by the sidelines...

"Oh, it's not money I want." I don't like where this is going.

"I want your body." He whispers in my ear.

What a pervert.

There's only one thing left to do then...

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