R E J E C T S

CH.39: DAYDREAMIN'

*WEDNESDAY*

"This is what you call 'comforting', right?"

Louis' voice echoed inside of my head during class...

What the hell? That was pretty random.

As I was troubled about Louis, I can't help but look to my left for some reason.

I could've sworn that someone was looking at me aside from Zayn...

And true enough, I saw Harry who was 'discretely' taking photos of me from the seat beside Zayn's.

I mouthed him a 'what the hell?' as to why he was sitting in my class when he's not even a student of this school.

He just flashed me a big smile in return though.

"How long has he been there?" I asked Zayn as I pointed at Harry.

"Oh, you just noticed him now? He's been taking pictures of you for a couple of days now..." Zayn explained.

"What?!"

"I'm surprised you really didn't notice him until now." He added.

So that explains the strange feeling that I get whenever someone is secretly looking at me...

I thought I was secretly paranoid or something.

But more importantly, he's been taking candid pictures of me in school without even knowing it?!

*LOUIS' POV*

I can't seem to stop thinking about last night.

I don't even know why I pulled Cher so close like that.

All I know is that I can't stand it when girls cry. It's really annoying yet also adorable to look at at the same time. This is madness.

I should probably stop daydreaming right now... it's not healthy especially if it's Lloyd that I'm daydreaming about. Ew.

I turned my head around to look at her just to check what she was doing so that I could tell on her to the teacher.

Our eyes met instantly though which made her blush before quickly looking away...

What is her problem?! I mean, how dare she break eye contact first!

Not that I was initiating a staring contest or something but I'm the one who usually breaks eye contact first! Ugh.

"Mr. Tomlinson, face front." I heard the teacher say.

I've never been told to 'face front' before... this is all her fault!

*CHER'S POV*

"What do you think you're doing, Styles?" I approached his seat once class was over.

"Taking candid photos of you by blending in as a student." He stated the obvious.

"No, I meant WHY are you doing whatever you're doing?" I folded my arms across my chest.

"Ooh." He took a quick shot of me in my current position and this made me raise my brow at him.

"What? You look cute when you're mad." He shrugs.

"That still doesn't answer my question."

"Simply because you're one of my subjects or models and it's refreshing to photograph you at your natural habitat. I take candid shots of your boyfriend too from time to time. This is for your modeling profile book. You know, you're quite popular on the internet for a lot of people buys your photos online." Harry says.

"Well, whatever happened to my share of your earnings?" I inquired.

"Uh, have you forgotten that you agreed to model for free so that I wouldn't press any charges for your punching me in the face?" He shakes his head.

Right. So I'm not getting a single cent out of his photographs?!

"At least give me like ten percent of your profit or something. I'm low on cash too." Plus I sometimes forget to show up at Liam's house on the weekends to babysit him.

"No way. You get nothing for punching me on the face." He says.

"I thought we were over that?" It was a pretty long time ago too.

"Then you thought wrong. Anyway, you're probably wondering how I managed to 'camouflage' in the background thus explains why you never noticed me taking pictures of you until now."

"Not really." I replied nonchalantly.

"Of course you are. Let me show you my superb disguising skills. Here..." He showed me some photos from his camera.

"Here's me at your gym class wearing a janitor's outfit. I love the part when you got hit by a ball in the face. It's practically my wallpaper on my phone." His dimples popped out as he showed me his wallpaper with a smile on his face.

Then he shows me a selfie of his 'janitor' look which was more like a 'prisoner' look really for he was wearing a bright orange overalls.

I really didn't notice him wearing that?! But then again, I was probably too immersed in the game of dodgeball at that time to notice a prisoner-like person taking photos of me in the background...

"And here's me hiding behind the bushes at your date with Niall at the park."

He showed me a picture of me and Niall hugging under the oak tree.

"I don't see you in the photo." I squinted my eyes at the picture.

"Well, that's because I'm the bush right there..." He pointed at an ordinary-looking bush that was carrying a camera right behind us in the picture.

"Oh." The bush look was pretty good. Had me fooled right there.

"Here's me dressed up as a hotdog person during your scavenger hunt a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh that's a bad disguise..." But why in the world didn't I notice a large hotdog following me around the mall that day?!

"And here's me at the men's locker room last night..." He showed me a picture of Louis who was then patting my back to calm me down.

"Where are you in here?" I asked.

"I'm Louis' locker." He said proudly.

"..." How does he do it?!

"Well, all I can say is that you're good at being dressed up as an inanimate object... except for the hotdog." I complimented the guy.

"That's all you have to say?!" He sounded rather disappointed.

"You do realize that I just praised you right?" I glared at him.

"Well, you suck at praising people. Wait until I show Robbie this photo of you and this guy!" He showed me a picture that he took awhile ago when Louis glanced back at me and my reaction when our eyes met.

"What did I ever do to you?!" I raised my voiced a bit.

"It's nothing personal really. It's just professional photography." He grimaced.

"That doesn't make sense at all." I said with a poker face.

"You see, candid photographs capture a lot of raw emotions like the sexual tension that you have with Louis for example." He explained.

"Say what now?!"

"Sure you have some chemistry with your boyfriend during your wedding photoshoot but with Louis, it's different. It's more... realistic, your chemistry with him I mean." He elaborated.

"You're joking, right?" My eye began twitching.