It has been around four weeks since Cal and I went on our first ever date. A week ago, he asked me to be his girlfriend - but we were still planning on taking it slow. Yes, we slept together the first night we met, and many times after that, but still, a girl has class.
Another mention is that Sophie flew out to Dubai last Saturday. It's been a sad three days without her, but I've kept busy by seeing Cal and doing shoots for a new clothing line that our agency has been sponsored by. Plus, whenever we are both free she is facetiming and gloating about how sunny beautiful Dubai is.
Today, however, I am heading to an early morning shoot which should last majority of the day, and then Cal has invited me round to his flat. Tonight will be the first proper night that I will not only be spending in Cal's flat as a proper night in, but also with my ex boyfriend and ex best friend. Joining us, also, is his other flatmate Harry and his girlfriend Katie.
Sophie had made me promise not to cause any drama, or drink too much, because god knows how much I lose my filter after a few drinks.
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"Morning, Lou." I smile, greeting my manager as I head into the large building. A smile warms her face as she looks up from her clipboard, her dark eyes glistening, "Heylovely. How are you today?" Her tone is soft, and always is when we are off set - which I admire about her. Louise knows when to be professional and when to be a friend.
"Little tired, but, it is," I glance at my phone screen, seeing the time in big white letters, "half five. I haven't been up this early in long." I chuckle softly, Louise beaming back at me like the cheshire cat, energetic as always - another thing I admired about her. "I am sorry it is so early, Rory but, at least we'll get a head start before we are jam packed with all of the other shoots in Germany and Paris."
I shrug my coat off, hanging it on the nearby coat rack. "Oh, yeah, did you get a confirmed date for those shoots?" I ask, shoving my phone into my coat pocket and following after the busy woman who is my manager. She glances back at me, then scrolls through her notes with her index finger, "12th March for Germany, and 24th June for Paris."
I nod, simply, greeting the other members in the studio. They all seem so energetic, but the other early morning riser models are also struggling to keep their eyes open, so I feel understood. "Hey girls."I smile, making my way over to the seats they are all sat in. They look up at me, sending me toothy grins and responding in their own versions of hello.
"Can you believe Soph is in Dubai right now? She's so lucky." Pria swoons, a look of envy flashing across her dark eyes. "Pri, are you forgetting that you were literally in LA for Christmas?" Delilah counters, recounting two months prior. Pria lets out a soft chuckle, "Yeah, but Dubai.."
"Are you guys going to the Germany or Paris shoots?" I ask, hopefully. Pria sends me a grin, "Paris, twenty fourth June baby!" I squeal, hi-fiving her, "Me too!"
"Good. I'm so excited. We haven't had a girls holiday in so long." Pria responds, her bright smile staying stuck on her face like glue. "Yeah, when was the last one?" I ask, my thoughts becoming one big fat blur. "Two years ago, Mykonos."
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As I am finishing getting ready at around five that evening, a notification comes through on my phone. At a further glance, it is a tweet from none other than Calfreezy. It is a simple but sweet tweet, stating: "ready for the best night in for a while @rorytheracingcar 💗 @callux @sazclose @wroetoshaw @katiesleach"
I can't help the smile that lands on my face, hitting the heart and retweet button, before returning to fixing up my makeup before leaving. My lipstick draws across my lips, a dark red staining them. With a final swoop of the mascara wand, and the highlighter brush, I pick up my phone and head out of the bathroom - ready to start the night.
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I adjust my dress, pulling it slightly further down my hips as I stand outside the flat door. I have been here many a time, but most of them have been drunk and accompanied by Cal himself. This time is different, for a large number of reasons - I am not drunk, Cal is not beside me, and I am spending the night in with two of my ex's.
I let out a deep breath I had been holding in, lifting my already enclosed fist and hitting it against the door. It takes around thirty seconds before the door flies open, and the tall and grinning ginger appears from behind it.
"Hiya, Rory. You look amazing." He compliments, his arms flying round my torso and squeezing me tightly. It is obvious he has been drinking. I giggle, softly, hugging him back, "You too, Cal. Started the party without me?"
He pulls back, a chuckle escaping his lips, "You were taking too long, come on, we're playing beer pong." He grips my hand, pushing the door behind me and leading me up the stairs where music is playing in the background of loud laughter.
Nerves cause butterflies to emerge in my stomach, and they only multiply when I spot Sarah and Lux first, stood right in eye view grinning at each other. "Rory's here!" Cal cheers, clearly unfazed by how stuck I am in my position. Instead, this causes all eyes in the room to fall on me, and for once - I feel uncomfortable.
That is, until the boy that I had only met around two times, Harry, comes bombarding over with an unopened WKD blue bottle in his hand. "We were saving this for you!" He smiles, holding it out. I take it, grinning back at the clearly drunk yet confident boy, "Thank you, Harry."
Harry nods, heading back over to the kitchen where many other drinks are set up. Cal makes his way towards the kitchen himself, so I decide to introduce myself to the girl who has been sending me a soft smile since I walked in.
"Hey, you must be Katie, right? I'm Aurora." I say, earning a toothy smile from the brunette in front of me. She has long straight hair, and is wearing a tight fitting red dress which hugs her curves perfectly - bright red lipstick painted on her lips to match. "Yeah, it's great to finally meet you."
As Katie and I begin a long conversation about our personal lives, I feel two strong pairs of eyes on me. Sipping the blue WKD, I can tell this is going to be an exciting night.
