"How are the photos for the contest going, kiddo?" Jennifer asks Harry during a shift.
"Great." He smirks, side glancing at you and winking, "Really great."
Your cheeks burn with his stare, so you turn away and keep preparing coffees, hearing your boyfriend's laugh behind you.
Harry had told you that he was keeping secret of his collection's theme until the exposition day, which meant he hadn't told your boss about it either, although they were friends.
"That's fantastic. I wish you the best luck." She smiles kindly.
"Thanks, Jen."
The cafe's door opens, indicating that another customer has entered. You look up, finding a familiar blue eyed face you'd rather not see.
"Hi." Taylor smiles, approaching the balcony and waving at Harry.
"Hey there, T." He goes give her a hug, and you roll your eyes discreetly at her doll face.
"Nice to see you again, y/n."
"Yeah, you too." You say between teeth.
Different from you and Zayn, you knew Harry and Taylor remained close after the 'thing' they had, after all they were childhood friends. However, you couldn't help but envy her and her beauty a bit. Just like you've always envied Gigi.
You watch as they talk, Taylor's hands touching Harry's arms here and there, her eyes turning to you once in while, a stupid smirk on her face, causing a wave of anger though your spine.
When she leaves, Harry returns to your side, frowning at your expression.
"What's wrong, angel?"
"Nothing." You mutter, going back to your chores.
Harry raises an eyebrow, but then a smile tugs his lips, "Don't tell me you're jealous?"
"Me? Jealous of the perfect blonde T?" You say ironically, mocking his accent on the T.
He laughs and pulls you into a hug, "You have nothing to worry about, I've already told you."
"She was giving me death stares."
"Just ignore her."
"Fine." You pout.
"Remember when I asked you if you were jealous the first time and you denied? I'm starting to doubt it now." He jokes and you hit him, getting away from him, but not without letting out a laugh.
Another two weeks passed by, the contest date was fast approaching. You were done shooting with Harry, and he's been busy editing the photos, so you haven't been spending much time with him outside school and work, but you understood how much this meant to him.
Until one afternoon, he bursts into Fine Line during your shift, with a big smile.
"They're done! They're finally done!" He shouts with his arms on the air, causing him to receive side glances from the customers.
"Harry Edward Styles, if you don't behave, I'll make you clean the kitchen floor with a toothbrush even though it's your day off!" Jennifer warns, making you laugh loud and Harry to cringe like a punished puppy.
"Sorry, Jen."
"So the photos are ready?" You ask Harry when the pair of you leaves the cafe.
His eyes light up and he grins, suddenly grabbing you and lifting you up, spinning you around. You let out a surprised exclamation, but laugh right after.
"They are. And all thanks to you." He says, peppering kisses all over your face.
"Stop saying that." You laugh with tickles.
"But it's true!"
"Only because you asked me to be your model."
"I'm so glad I did."
"Me too." You kiss him, "Hey, feel like celebrating? I have an idea."
"I'm always down for celebrations."
"Perfect. I just need to text Louis."
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