Carolina - H.S.

Vogue (1)

The word "Vogue" is plastered behind me, a word that really means you've made it, but still, it feels like something is missing. And I know exactly what it is; my family is back home and I'm stuck in LA. Perhaps I shouldn't be so negative but in all honesty, I would much rather be back in Carolina with them but my stupid brother had to go and get himself caught up in shit he doesn't understand.

Now I'm in the same city as the man I met last year and haven't yet been able to rid from my thoughts.

Goddamn Harry Styles.

"Earth to Hailey?...Hello?" The interviewer's voice snaps me out of my daydream and I remember that I'm in the middle of a very important interview that could potentially make or break my career. I quickly fix myself up and the cameras start rolling. "So, Hailey, how are you?" The interviewer begins her questioning.

"I'm actually doing pretty well, thank you for asking," I answer professionally in my light southern accent, trying my hardest not to make a fool out of myself.

"That's great. Why did you decide to move to L.A.?" The woman's high-pitched voice asks politely.

"Well, it was my grandmother who encouraged me to move here. She has really been my number one supporter and wanted to see me go somewhere with my modelling career, especially since the modelling scene in North Carolina isn't the greatest." My answer to this question is not the entire truth but it's enough to satisfy the interviewer's curiosity.

After an array of boring questions, we finally make it to the last one and I am entirely ready to get out of this uncomfortable chair and lay in my fluffy bed back at the apartment.

"Now it's time for the final question, who is the most famous person you've met?"

The obvious answer comes to mind...

His forest green eyes stare into mine, my heart beating out of my chest as the pure desire of his stare makes my nerves erupt and heat up my skin. I feel a magnetic pull drawing me to him but to my surprise, before I am even able to contemplate getting up to introduce myself, he is striding over to me confidently, seductive gaze set on my revealed figure.

We talk for what feels like hours, about everything but simultaneously nothing.

Somehow we end up at his hotel, his electric touch sending chills down my spine. Each kiss is more intense than the one before. His gentle manner quickly becomes more passionate and needy. Causing the fire in my lower half to ignite in excitement.

This feels too good to stop.

Not that I'd want to.

He pulls back slightly and reaches over my body to retrieve a condom from the bedside table. I don't question why they are there, knowing he probably does this every night and planned for this interaction beforehand.

However, I can't bring myself to care.

"Are you comfortable with this?" He asks in a low and caring voice, despite his previous lustful attitude, his dark green eyes trained on my own, unmoving. I nod in agreement, not able to form the words to describe how much I want this, due to his dominating stare.

"Use your words." He demands, making me let out a breathy 'yes'. Not having ever wanted anything more in my life.

Which honestly, is just pathetic. But have you seen the man?

He's basically a god.

He quickly rips the foil packet with his teeth and slips the material on. I look down and my eyes go wide.