Chasing Sweet Disposition (Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 1

Note: I have attached a photo so you can get an idea of what one of the studios looks like. I have multiple images, but I don't know how to make a slide show. If someone will message me I'd appericiate it! Okay Enjoy :)

Harry’s POV

     I sat rather still, yet comfortably in the passenger seat, listening to a muffled voice combined with light rain hitting the car and windshield wipers, while scrolling through my twitter feed. I was feeling a little moody today. Not that I had a reason to be. It was my day off work. I guess it was just the rain. Yea I’ll blame it on that. I didn’t have any plans today so I decided just to hang out with Louis. I could hear my band mate talking to me while he drove, but I was subconsciously tuning him out. I wasn’t really registering any of it. The car came to halt. This brought my attention up from my phone.

“So does that sound alright mate?”

“Huh?” I asked Louis, feeling a bit guilty that I had totally been ignoring my friend the whole car ride.

“Man, did you even hear a single word I was saying?” Louis questioned a little irritated.

“Umm…”

“Never mind it’s not that important.” He brushed it off. Louis was never the type to hold a grudge. The car started back up as the light turned green. I felt like I should start up a conversation and put away my phone to get out of my mood, considering it was mid-day and Louis and I were going out.

“So where are we heading to again?” I question Louis. He huffed and rolled his eyes.

“If you had been listening to me you would have known…” he teased me. I replied by giving him a puppy dog apologetic look. This made him laugh.

“Haha okay, we’re going to pick up Eleanor. She had a photo-shoot this morning and I figured we could all go grab some lunch.”  Louis informed me while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Oh okay, sounds good!” I actually didn’t mind this because I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until just now. 

    It wasn’t much longer until we pulled up to Milk Studios. It was a very nice venue. The boys and I had done a few photo-shoots here, but it was mostly used for high fashion shoots. We parked the car and headed up to the main entrance. I pulled open the two thick, large, double glass doors and enter the studio. Milk Studios is a very professional and contemporary looking facility.  When you first enter you see a very large, contorted, odd looking chandelier.  This room has high ceilings and white walls covered with evenly spaced modern pieces of art. The space was very large and simple with not too much going on. In the back of the room are some uncomfortable looking black and white pieces of furniture with a coffee table and magazines. Off to the left sits a very tall and thin woman with pin straight black hair and matching bangs.  She wore a very tight black dress with long sleeves and the cut around her neck kind of reminded me of a turkey. She sat vey straight at her desk which was so high it felt like she was looking down on Louis and me as we approached her.  Louis spoke while I observed.

“Hello I am here to meet Eleanor Calder. She is finishing a shoot.”

“Designer?” was all she said as she slightly raised her eye brows.

“Oh I believe it’s for Marc Jacobs…” Louis trailed off

“Floor 5.” She simply stated without any inflection as she returned to typing away in her computer. Louis accepted her answer without a reply, and just headed towards the 3 stainless steel elevators directly across from her desk on the right wall. Well she was pleasant I thought to myself.

  Louis and I rode up the lift in silence, both just in our own thoughts. I was brought out of mine as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. One of the reasons I had always loved these studios was because of the spacouis open floor plan. When you walked out of the elevator there were beautiful hard wood floors and high beams. This floor has a very lofty feel to it. The space was divided into multiple areas so there could be different shoots going on.

  I looked around taking in all the busy people walking around. There was a lot going on. Seemed like a busy day. There was another receptionist awaiting us, but this one was much friendlier looking. Louis spoke once again.

“Hi, I’m just looking to pick up my girlfiend Eleanor Calder. Shes shooting with Marc Jacobs today.”

“Of course! She will be down that way in studio 3.” She smiled.

“Thank you!” Louis replied. I smiled at her hospitality and maybe gave her a little wink. She was quite attactive if I must say.

   As we walked towards studio 3 we passed some of the other shoots and the open floor plan alowed us to easily see what was going on. One looked to be a few girls modeling extremly high heels. I never understood how girls walked around in those things. I must of slowed down a bit watching the other shoots as I noticed Louis was ahead of me and turning into studio 3. I jogged a bit to catch up when I something caught my eye.