models

chapter one: meeting

chapter one: meeting

"louis!" modeling agent liam payne called for his oldest client. liam was only starting out when he got to louis, rocket shipping his career.

"what is it, liam," louis responded. he walked into liam's office with a bottle of water in one hand and two aspirins. he popped the two pills in his mouth and drank the water. he touched his forehead in an attempt to ease the hangover but it did not work.

"get your headache over with quick, you have a job," liam inquires.

"adidas?" louis guesses.

"yes, and you need to be at the photo shoot in," he stops mid sentence to look at his watch, "about half an hour."

louis sighs, "alright." he steps out of the office to ride the elevator to the floor above, his penthouse. louis was rich. adidas paid him well for all the photo shoots he does for magazines, adverts on television, and so much more. he hopped in the shower, scrubbing himself clean of the smell of alcohol and the heat getting his headache at ease.

he got out of the shower and put on adidas sweatpants as well as the matching adidas black sweatshirt. taking out a drawstring bag he put in another bottle of water, his phone, wallet, and two tootsie pops. like always.

he jogs down to the bottom floor and out the door. he sees liam in a black range rover and slides in. "so what's this shoot for?" louis asks.

"umm," liam checks his email and laughs, "underwear."

louis rolls his eyes and grins, "great." he didn't like modeling underwear, but more sweatshirts or joggers. he had loads of fans as well, requesting and requesting another underwear advert. he did one some time ago and those pictures were on every blog, television and magazine. it was obvious it was going to get some attention, since he was once voted the most handsome model of england.

they got to the venue and it was very big. bigger than most of his photo shoot places. "why is it so big?" louis asks his agent.

"theres supposedly a bunch of little rooms with a photo shoot going on. adidas weren't planning this for a while, but they needed to get the shoot done quick so this shared space is the only place they could get in time," liam says. they park in the front of the space and get out. they enter the venue and everything was a blur. everyone was either running around trying to get something in order, taking photos and moving around props, or getting louis to the place he needs to be.

"louis tomlinson!" louis looks the other way to see his good friend marilyn smiling.

"hello dear," he hugs his friend and grins. "so where am i today?"

"follow me," she shares. liam smiles to louis and they both follow the woman. she leads them to a room with only a wall with a white background and a stool.

"is this for me?" for louis adidas' shoots, he was usually some place with a wall of beautifully eccentric aesthetic. not a white wall.

"there'll be another model for a few more minutes, and then you'll go."

"lets go, styles, we only have five more minutes!" another agent, as louis guesses, shouts.

"i'm coming, i'm coming!" the model comes out with a toothy smile on his face. he had long, beautiful brown hair and a long Saint Laurent jacket with black jeans and a black and white buttoned shirt that was opened up.

louis swallowed his nervousness about every second he saw this man. "styles", as the agent called him, was a tall thing with a gorgeous everything. he was everything louis was looking for in a lover. louis leans over to liam and whispers to him, "who is he?"

"his name is harry styles. he's 21 years old, one of the youngest models for YSL right now," liam responds.

before a chance louis can answer, the agent shouts, "alright, that's it for today. thank you, harry." harry styles nods and goes out the door to another room.

"i'll take you to the changing room," marilyn tells him. louis follows her while liam stays back to talk to someone for adidas. marilyn finds him the dressing room, leaving him to his business. he opens the door finding something unexpected.

"oh shit, sorry." louis turns around and steps into the doorway.

the person in the room laughs a little, causing louis to break into a small smile. "you can come in now." louis opens his eyes and turns back around to face the room.

"sorry about that, mate," louis apologizes.

"it's okay. i'm harry," the other boy in the room says with a smile on his face.

louis grins and walks more into the room, "louis tomlinson."

"who are you with?" harry asks. louis could see the man's features much better up close. his hair drooped carelessly on his shoulders, his lips were prominent and the makeup made his handsome features much more noticeable.

"um," louis stuttered. "adidas."

harry smirks and states, "so you're a sports guy?"

"mostly footy," louis smiles.

"maybe i'll watch you out there? i've got nothing better to do."

"you're a model, you've probably got some party with a bunch of victoria secret models you would attend," louis states.

"no, thank you. i'm as gay as it gets." harry smiles but then puts on a serious face, "but you cant tell anyone," then brings a smile. "its a secret."

"don't worry. i can keep a secret," louis says. harry makes a face he's only ever made for one boy before.

harry leaves the room while louis closes the door. he sits down on the couch and puts his face in his hands, closing his eyes. he didn't need this right now. he didn't need to have feelings for someone. a boy, if anything. he needed to focus on this job.

he changed out of his sweatshirt and pants and put on his given underwear for the shoot. he took it off of the rack and slipped it on. it was a bit snug, but just right. the makeup and hair woman, lou teasdale as she said her name was, came into the room. she put on a small amount of concealer on his face and some pink lipstick to match his natural color. his hair was sprung up a bit with little gel and he looked ready to go. louis thanked the woman and headed for the shoot.

"louis, you look great. now for this one i want you to put your hands by your side and relax them," the photographer said. he directed louis a bit more until he was ready. he placed himself as the photographer had told him to and looked at the camera. several photos were taken. then the photographer told him to turn his head to the side and put his hands behind his head and bite his bottom lip.

louis did as he was told and looked to the right. then he saw a perfect, tall man in a red plaid shirt and skinny blue jeans. he was worried how this shoot would go, with harry looking perfect and him only in his underwear. what would happen if harry signaled him in anyway sexual, louis would instantly get a hard on and reek havoc on the internet.

for twenty or so more minutes the louis was moving around, constantly being placed by the photographer on where to stand or where to look. he posed on a prop bed with a cigarette in his mouth, stood on the stool harry sat on and pretending like he was falling. harry eventually had to leave, and louis reminded himself to focus on his work. he made a few more sensual poses in his underwear and the shoot was over.

louis went back into his changing room and put back on his sweatshirt and pants. the day was good. "louis?" the boy looked up from his thoughts to see liam standing in the doorway, "theres a car waiting for you outside. whenever you're ready, it'll bring you to the penthouse."

//

instagram: nirvana.zoe

snapchat: zcampbelle

tumblr: herowithapen

-z