5SOS - IMAGINES;

Calum and the angel

My boobs were pushed up to my chin, my eye lashes were almost getting lost in the air draft making it close for me to fly away, and my underwear was so far up it could count as something inappropriate; then again nothing ever is, here in what people refer to be a lingerie show. We were close to being on, the crowd stayed silent but it was still easy to hear them chatter and 'oooo' or 'ah' at the clothes. I leant over my messy mirror, my hand supporting me up as it grasp onto the edge while I bend over the table and into the bright white lights to apply lipstick. In the corner of my eye, staring at me from within the mirror, that Calum boy from 5 seconds of summer whom is guesting here, was non stop staring in my direction. I wished my angel wings which glowed of pure white could hide his smug face but it was useless, for once they weren't big enough. I growl, I was the last girl left behind and last to go on stage, perhaps I should take this time to speak a little word with Calum. Pondering more on whether I should be calm about the situation or just angry, I fix up my angel wings and push up my bra, moving my lips together so the lipstick could blend all at once before I come to an conclusion; this boy is pissing me off, and I've left most get away with this whole staring thing, so it's time for an end. I step away from the table, my eyes burning into the mirror onto Calum who still smugly smirked, using his charm of a smoulder to whisk me away.

I turn around, the backstage room was empty and only full of racks that shimmered of golden or white clothes and centre piece wings, or make up splattered all over the vanity tables that were placed at every wall and corner of the room. the only real breathing human in the room was I, lily the hair stylist and Calum, if he even is human. I take confident steps in my heels that already ached, ready to confront Calum before it's too late. Suddenly, a tall figure walks in my view, hiding me from Calum. I look up, it's one of the managers and directors of the show, whom seemed busy with a head phone close to her mouth. "Leah, you may be last on but your most important so you must be ready. We are all about to go on in 5, 5 seconds of summer will be playing while you walk the-" "okay, okay. I got it, i won't fail you!" I smile, I've heard this many times so I didn't need to hear it again. I walk around her, seeing the smug face again as he sits in his make up chair, with a smug face as the hair stylist more known as lily, fiddles with his blonde ends that twirled into a quiff. I smile to lily, being sweet and calm but Calum only grows confusion and his smug smile disappears. That's right, ain't so happy anymore now that you got the girls attention. He's been incessantly staring at every girl in the room, and I know for a fact that most of us hate it.

He can get away by them from staring, but most certainly not with me. Especially since he's been staring at me the most, with wandering eyes and flustered cheeks. "Can I have a moment?" I ask, trying my best to seem sweet and innocent, which of course I would be to lily since she's adored by everyone here but I find it hard when I'm absolutely angered by this boy. Lily nods, smiling back before walking away out of the room and to where girls lined up at side stage. Calum looks at me through the mirror that gleamed and blared ablaze onto his tan skin, mine being darker as I stand in the shadow behind him in the black leather chair with my hands and fingers digging into leather he leant against. Calum's legs were extended out comfortably, his hands laced in his lap and elbows sitting on the arm rest as his eyes sparkle from the lights set around the vanity table. I made sure to stick close to him, most girls were already out there and ready to go on as they lined up at side stage but I knew I should stay quiet. I knew I had to go soon, but before Calum went on live while many girls half nakedly walk by him and the other 3 boys, I wanted to let him know what harm he causes.
"Look, girls here are use to the attention but not from people like you who use fame as an advantage. Your such a perv! God only knows that you and the other boys came here mostly because you were thinking through dicks rather then your mind. This is Victoria's Secret models, and it's full of half naked girls; I being in it. I highly doubt your only here to perform, so please. Stop staring, I feel highly uncomfortable" I speak evidently, I mean what teenage boy would refuse to perform at a modelling show?