A week later
All week has been hectic and sort of a blur for Niall.
Liam has taken more photographs than Niall has for two reasons: first; Niall has had constant headaches from stress and second; he is unable to focus on the models.
But that will be done for since today is the day that they finally get to discuss the details of the session.
Harry's manager called two days ago saying to meet them at Niall's main work since the manager didn't want to go anywhere public or Harry's.
Niall was patiently waiting for them to arrive in his office. He made sure to clean it with the help of Karen just to impress Harry.
Niall has to admit, he's a bit nervous. He doesn't only want to make a good impression to Harry but to his manager also.
Niall was playing with his fingers when his office phone rang. He clicked the little button, "Yes?"
"Harry is on his way up!" Karen squeals into the phone and it echoes around the room. Niall's heart rate picks up speed and his palms start to sweat. He already feels a panic attack coming on.
No, no, no. I have to stay professional. Harry is a person, just a person... with an amazing body and face... a fucking hot person is what he is...
The front of his office walls are glass so he can see Paul coming out of the elevator, he looks down at some papers so he doesn't have to see Harry.
His door isn't glass so they knock and before Niall's brain can pick up speed, his mouth is already shouting, "Come in!"
The door opens and it feels like the wind gets knocked straight out of Niall, although he try's his hardest to keep a straight face with a polite smile. Harry is stunning, as always. The curly hair is just above his shoulders but he has a fedora on and not to mention the skin tight black skinny jeans and Green Bay Packers tee shirt on. It's like God is standing in front of him.
Niall stands and greets, shaking a hand with Harry and his manager. He's making sure not to look at Harry again because if he does, drool will surely come out of his mouth.
"Hello, I'm Paul, Harry's manager," The nice and scary man greets, offering a small smile.
"Hello Paul, I'm Niall Horan, you talked to my assistant, Karen, on the phone with the other day saying you needed a photographer for Harry's underwear shoot?" Niall asks, jumping right in; skipping the small talk.
Yes, Harry was an underwear model which is why Niall was so excited for it. Yes, Niall was a underwear photographer and yes, he got dozens and dozens of male models all the time but, as said, Harry was fucking hot.
"Ah yes, I fired our old photographer," He explains, waving his hand.
As the nosy person Niall is, he asks, "Why, if I may ask?"
"Well, Harry simply didn't like him and he wanted you. Your big in the business right now and so is Harry, everybody knows the two of you. So, why not pair you guys together?
Niall the big bad photographer and Harry, the attractive model," Paul smiles, as if his odd string theory really makes sense. Sure, they were both huge in the world but that shouldn't be the reason they get together. It should be because Niall is an excellent photographer.
"Yeah, so, let's get down to business," Niall starts, getting out of his desk the stack of papers Karen printed out. Just a few contracts and such saying Niall was not responsible for any mishaps that happens with the photos or to the photos, yada yada yada....
// It's been awhile, hasn't it? Nobody is even reading this shit but I don't care. :P \\
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Фанфик"Perfect. Keep that pose," Niall says, snapping another picture of the gorgeous boy in front of his camera. He's trying not to have the blood rush to his face while looking at the half naked model. Okay, come here and look at these pictures," Nial...
