Prologue

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I sit at my desk at home, tapping away at Instagram. My newest post for my photography account is already trending.

My phone rings; a shrill,piercing noise.
I pick up.
"Tessa speaking, hello?"
"Tessa," My boss, Celia, utters quickly. She's obviously not impressed to be wasting her time with me.

"Yes, Celia?"
"You're doing a shoot for a musician's latest album tomorrow."
I raise my eyebrows in interest. "Could I possible ask who?"

"A guy called Niall Horan,"
My heart starts to beat. Fast.
"Oh, nice," I say normally.
"Yeah. Be there at noon in North London."
"Could someone WhatsApp me a pin, Celia?"
"Sure. I'll ask his manager to,"
"Thanks Celia. I'll do my best on this one,"
"Good luck, Tessa,"

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