The Red Carpet // MODEL AU

『 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 』

 From the minute he first picked up a magazine, he's been looking up to Ash Charles.

And the boy he's looked up to all his life is now standing in front him! And it just occurs to him that this is the worst possible impression he could have ever made to a famous supermodel.

Of course, out of all the ways he could have met his idol, it's by crashing into him like an idiot. And not only that, but he had insulted him — and while it was unconsciously, that still doesn't change the fact that he called his idol a little girl.

What kind of a loser just crashes into his idol and calls him a little girl? Yeah, me. That loser is me.

All chances of him getting on his good side is thrown out the window now.

"O-Ah, uh, I—!" He stutters, his hand clasping over his mouth, "O-Oh my God. Please forgive me, uh, I'm so sorry IswearIdidn't—!"

He looks to his left, and sees a plastic Starbucks cup on the floor, white liquids pouring out from the open lid. His eyes grow wide, and he's hit with a load of sheer embarrassment.

Wow, I am actually pathetic.

"You call this an accident?!" The superstar snaps, lifting up his rainbow-coloured shades, revealing a pair of fuming eyes, "UGH! O.M.G!! First I get harassed in KFC, now some pea brained MORON crashes into me and makes me spill my $7.00 VANILLA STARBUCKS FRAPPUCCINO? This is an act of sabotage!"

"I-I'm so sorry dude," Ivan stutters, hand frantically moving to grab his hat; gaze is still locked in with Ash's, "I didn't see you, I swear I meant none of—"

He feels the idol's shoe step onto his wrist, causing Ivan to yell out a pained groan as he retracts his hand back.

"Just who do you think you are?!" He exclaims, "Running around trying to RUIN MY LIFE! Don't think I don't know what you're up to, you stupid lowly bogan, thinking you're so pop and modern while wearing that hideous out-of-season hat. God, you're even more blind than my assistant— And he's actually blind!"

"I'm not blind," Calls a man in a formal suit from behind him, walking towards Ash, who flips his hair. He's wearing a pair of shades, and his dark redish-brown hair is slicked over half of his face.

"Uh, yes you are, Blind Ivan. Why would I call you blind if you could see, idiot."

He turns back to Ivan, moving his hand around.

"Blind Ivan, cancel the rest of my tours in Australia," He says without looking back, "This place is worse than a dumpster fire."

The assistant, who Ivan assumes is the 'Blind Ivan' Ash is talking about, looks like he's about to say something. Hesitating, he just sighs and nods, whipping out his phone. Ash Charles re-adjusts his expensive GUCCI white coat. Before he strides away, he turns to look at Ivan one more time.

"Also, how about you take off those shades and watch where you're going next time, lowlife," He hisses, and gestures Blind Ivan to follow him.

But as Ash walks away, he hears Ivan yell out from behind.

"Wait!!"

He stops, not looking back. Blind Ivan stops too, and he looks at Ash for orders.

Ivan stumbles up from the ground, running to the short model as he exclaims breathlessly, grabbing his shoulder.

His mind is spinning, with the thought of Ash Charles being in the centre of his head. This is his chance — To meet Ash and tell him about his dream. He may never get this opportunity again.