After a lukewarm coffee, Phil was awake and ready to go. He got in his car, after stuffing all his equipment in the back seat, and drove off to work.
When he got there, it was complete madness. Everyone was rushing around, trying desperately to get things done before the twins got here. Phil rolled his eyes. Everyone was in love with the twins, and they knew it. Damn, did they know it.
It only took a flutter of Finn's lashes to completely change the shoot. Phil's boss would give him whatever he and Jack asked for. Last time, they wanted to shoot in the snow shirtless. No one but Phil was annoyed by this, and an hour later, everything was set up.
They had gotten what they wanted again.
Today, hopefully, would be different, and Phil could get this over with as soon as possible. He had already told Ligouri he wouldn't shoot unless he called the twins and asked beforehand what they wanted.
And it was pretty extreme, to say the least. They wanted a bathtub shoot. Not any bathtub though. They wanted it to be an American bathtub shoot, with lots of bubbles and steamy air. And they wanted one of their model friends to be with them.
Phil's first question was what the fuck is an American bathtub and how is it different from any other tub? PJ quickly informed him that it would just involve a lot of stereotypical American things, also to be careful, eagles are a bit dangerous. Phil hadn't even seen the set yet and he already hated it. PJ's last comment lead to Phil's second question. Eagles? PJ laughed and said the twins wanted an eagle in the bathroom, with a wave of his hand like it was totally normal.
It wasn't. No matter how hard his co-workers tried, they couldn't make Phil believe for a second that it was even a little ordinary. What fashion company was so totally lax about their clothes marketing? And lax enough to let the fucking Harries twins choose their own shoots? Mental. Completely mental.
The twins were already testing his patience and they hadn't even arrived.
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The twins weren't on time. They weren't ready, they didn't bring their friend, and they didn't seem to care that they had shown up completely unprepared.
Phil had no idea how they still had their jobs.
As soon as they walked in, they were rushed away by the hair and makeup crew, but not before Jack threw a subtle wink at Phil. It wasn't exactly a secret that he disliked them, and they totally ate it up.
Phil could only scowl quickly before his fellow photographer came up behind him to help him carry a key light. They had both had their cameras set up by other people, in order to ensure no damage to the cameras. They had to be waterproof, and also at a reasonable distance away in case the fucking eagle tried anything. Phil liked setting up his camera before a shoot, he liked knowing that he was ready to go and no problems would arise. He liked seeing the set first too, and he and Chris couldn't even tune their cameras to the lighting beforehand this time.
It really irritated Phil, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He liked his job, and he loved his friends there. Including Chris, even though he was being a pain in the ass right now.
"Oh, Phiiil! You look so hot in that shirt, let me pull it off!" Chris crooned in a high-pitched voice, mimicking Finn, swaying his hips a little as they walked down the hallway to the set.
Phil frowned. "I thought we decided we would leave that in the past, don't even joke about that. They're such fuckboys and no one even cares."
Chris smirked. "But Phiill... we love you! Have a threesome with us please, I need you in me," he continued in his Finn voice.
Phil shoved him into the wall.
