Impulse [A Harry Styles FanFiction]

Chapter 20- No Control

POV Auden

Hey! How's it going? I miss u so much and I have so much to tell u. Last night I went out with Britt and Jen and we went to the coolest party ever! It was Hawaiian themed and I drank my very first Pina Colada!! I'd say majorrrr points xx Em

I smile at the most recent text from Emerson.

Things are great! Off to NYC in a few days. Harry and I had a hotel sleepover so I think I get some points for that :) Before u ask- nothing happened. At the boys shoot right now and tmrws the Philly show. Crazy shopping story to tell u! I'll call u later! Miss u more

"That's it, Zayn. Good. Very nice, just like that."

"Liam tilt your chin down just a bit. That's it!"

Even though this shoot is supposed to be for Cosmo- I can't help but giggle to myself. The way serious photos look on covers of magazines are one thing, but behind the scenes is a lot funnier.

It's a process of keeping all the boys focused, under control and on their marks. Louis and Liam don't make anything easier because they always try messing things up by tickling Niall or playing with Harry's hair.

Definitely a scene.

"Hello, I don't think we've met before. My name is Sydney Chin, I work for Cosmo." a voice says.

I look up from my phone to see a beautiful women who is so professionally dressed. She is definitely important around here.

Her jet black hair lays pin straight resting on her shoulders and she stands in a expensive looking jumpsuit. It's Valentino. Oh my god it's from the new Valentino line.

"Auden James. Pleased to meet you Ms. Chin." I smile and shake her hand politely.

"I have to say, I love your suit. My mom is a close friend of Mr. Garavani's. I love his work." I add.

Her lips curl into an extremely pleased smile and I feel my shoulders relax.

"Ah. It is most refreshing to speak to a young lady who is educated. You must be Peyton James's is daughter."

"That would be correct." I nod.

"Your mother is a very knowledgeable business women. We went to college together and have worked together many many times."

"I didn't know that. I will definitely tell her we crossed paths." I smile.

"You are definitely your mothers daughter, I mean look at yourself!" she gestures.

I look down at my lilac romper and sandals. Not a piece of high end clothing but an important women at Cosmo thinks I look decent. I'll take it.

"Sweetheart, have you ever considered modeling? People are starting to know your name, now would not be a bad time to start." she suggests.

"Thank you I really appreciate that but I'm on the road with my friends right now. The last thing I would want to do is book shoots for myself on their tour. It wouldn't be right." I protest.

"You're too cute. Come with me. The boys are busy with the photographer and have a interview downstairs in 45 minutes. You have time. Get your mom on the phone I would love to speak with her." Sydney explains.

I don't have any time to argue because she walks away fast rambling a mile a minute about a bunch of stuff I can't understand. I follow her not knowing what else to do.

As we walk to wherever we're going, employees rush up to her and deliver messages and frantically righting down her responses on notepads.

We head into a spacey room with millions of cameras, lighting fixtures, and racks of clothes. I follow her instructions and dial my mom.