Angel Face

Twenty Six

31st March 2014

Harper.

There are certain moments in life you want to capture and keep in your memory forever, like your first ever kiss, college results, your child's first smile, giggle, tooth.

Right now I was living one of those moments as I stood in front of a grey backdrop, a girl called Beth touching up my makeup, a guy called Lionel spraying my hair in place as the photographer set up his camera.

This is my first ever magazine photoshoot.

I kept saying it to myself as I changed pose or when I was offered water, or when the photographer complimented me on a certain look.

I had four outfit changes and two makeup changes, it was so surreal I would have loved to have been pinched every so often.

How's it going? Xx

Smiling at Harry's text I replied instantly.

Great! Feel like I'm in a dream xxx

It was lunch break and they had ordered food in, I'd asked for a chicken burger with potato wedges, I wasn't sure if this is usual model behaviour but I'm hungry and ordering a salad should only be acceptable if it's beside meat.

Good, see you later Miss Vogue xxx

. . .

By 3pm the shoot was finished and done with, I was then taken up into an office where a journalist from the magazine interviewed me. She was really friendly with ombré hair and a dark purple lipstick. It was just me, her and her notepad.

"So, Harper. Crazy few weeks?"

I smile. "Very crazy,"

"How have you handled it all?"

"I think I've handled it relatively well. I don't get stressed very easily I don't think."

"As a new face to Storm, and the cover for next months Flaunch, how has life changed?"

"A lot more people talk about me," I laugh. "Some people stare in the street.. but it hasn't become unbearable, everyone at Storm are all so lovely."

She nods writing down my answer.

"You're already known to a few as the girlfriend of Harry Styles from One Direction.. how does that effect you?"

I think for a moment. "It doesn't effect me at all really." I answer simply.

By her expression I could tell she wanted more from me, but when I smiled she wrote it down.

"What has Harry said about your achievement?"

"He's really supportive of me, I'm thankful for him being in my life, he's a great person."

Yet again, I could tell she wanted more from me.

"Do you think his career could influence yours?"

I frown. "I don't think I understand your question," I answer politely.

"I mean, do you think fans of his, will be fans of yours?"

I took a deep breath in. "We're both individuals with different careers. My job isn't entertaining or performing, whoever likes me, likes me, they shouldn't like me because of anything to do with my personal life."

She writes down my answer and I lick my lips hoping the rest of the questions wouldn't be about Harry, this isn't what I'm about.

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