Flash

Chapter 1

I look straight into the camera ahead of me with a blank stare. I'm wearing too much make up, the amount of makeup that I am wearing is actually beginning to burn my eyes. I'm wearing a very thick layer of a dark purple lipstick and black eyeshadow is layered all over my eyelids. The camera flashes and my eyes begin to burn even more than before.

After the picture is taken I look past the camera and to my manager who is waving me over. Shelley has only been my manager now for about three months and she has already made my career bigger than ever. I walk away from the white back drop and towards Shelley. As I walk towards her, the loud click of my very tall, thick black heels click loudly against the cement floor, ecooing through out the entire studio.

"Alright hun, we have to rush over to  hair and make up right now, you have the vogue party in two hours." Shelley says and pushes me away from where my photo was being taken less then two minutes ago and to a large white room with a large mirror and a black chair in front of it.

When I got the invite to the Vogue after party I was so excited. I couldn't believe it. It had been my dream to attend a party like that since I was a kid. I have been to been celebrity parties before but this one tops the charts.

I am pushed into the black chair that sits in front of the mirror and I look at my reflection. My make up is harsh and my blond hair is slicked back. I'm barely recognizable. A woman with long black hair smiles at me and begins brushing my hair. The room is quiet as everyone around me scurries to get me ready for the party.

Shelley  quickly passes me my phone. I light up the screen to see that it is six pm. We really are cutting it for time the party starts at nine. I begin to feel a little anxious but I have faith in Shelley. As always I have thousands of notifications on both twitter and Instagram. I roll my eyes as I read through some of the hateful comments people make about me.

"I'm just going to straighten your hair." The woman doing my hair tells me. I smile and nod as I shut off my phone and watch her begin straightening my hair.

"Hi, I'm Dallas. I'll be doing your makeup!" A short red headed woman tells me. I smile and nod.

Dallas begins wiping the make up off of my face then lays out make up in front of me. Dallas looks to Shelley who tells her to keep it neutral. I smiles. Shelley knows how much I hate make up and that I love natural looking make up if I have to wear it. Shelley is most likely the only person in the world who knows me better than I know myself.

Dallas quickly does my make up and finishes just as my hair is straightened to perfection. I look I the mirror and I look amazing. My make up is sharp and perfect and my hair is done perfectly. I smile and thank both of them before changing into the red jumpsuit that Shelley laid out for me to wear. I look at the tag, it's Gucci and the nude pumps I'll be wearing are Prada. I love wearing expensive clothing for free. I hate spending my own money so it's nice to get clothes for free. The jump suit is strapless and the legs are tight but cropped. My outfit is absolutely perfect. Shelley instructs for me to put a diamond choker around my neck which makes my outfit look even better.

"You're going to be late if we don't leave now." Shelley warns me in her authoritative voice. I nod and follow her out of the building and into a black SUV. " So the party is at night club Rouge. Be on your best behaviour, seeming I'm not allowed in with you." She warns me as we begin driving down the busy streets of New York.

I stare out my tinted window and watch all the people walk by. They have lives worse then mine in their minds. I would die just to be able to go to a mall and not be mobbed or have one person treat me like a person. Yes, it's my job to be famous or whatever but just for five minutes I'd love for someone to ask me how I'm doing or how I feel. All I hear from people are commands whether they are asking for a picture with me or telling me where I need to be. I feel worn down at times but for the most part I wouldn't change it for the world.

We pull up to the night club. I look out my window and see fans and photographers waiting outside the doors. I take a deep breath and smile at Shelley before getting out of the car. I rush past the flashing cameras and people yelling at me.

"Sophia!" I hear some girls yell. "Sophia look over here sweetie!" I hear a few photographers yell at me.

As I approach the big black doors with gold handles they swing open a body guard greets me and lets me into the club. I'm not yet old enough to drink but when you are as famous as I am no one really cares.

Once I am in the club I am greeted by a woman handing me a glass of champagne, I smile and take it fro  her taking a sip from it immediately. The alcohol runs down my throat leaving a cool trail behind. I smile and walk farther into the club.

"Sophia Boomer, how great to see you!" I hear someone say from behind me, I turn around to see Cara Delavigne smiling at me wickedly.  I smirk back at her. "I have missed seeing your face!" She gushes and wraps her arms around me.

"I've missed you too!" I add and pull away from her embrace. "I'm going to go to the bar quickly wanna come?" I ask her and look over to the bar where I see a crowd of girls gushing over someone but I can't quite see who.

"Yea I need something other than champagne!" Cara laughs as we walk to the bar together. "How's the whole super model thing?" She asks me over the loud music as we wait for the bar tender to take our orders.

"Stressful, but I love it honestly." I smile and meaning it. "How are things in your world?" I ask her.

"Honestly fucking hectic!" she laugh loudly. I can't help but laugh with her as well.

Once we are done laughing hysterically and finally have drank a few drinks and done a few shots I'm feeling a little drunk. Cara keeps ordering us shots of vodka. I don't know how this girl does it but I have to keep up as best as I can.

"Look at those girls." Cara says and points to the group of girls gushing over someone. Just before I can ask Car who they are gushing over one girl moves away. Harry Styles. I turn back and look at Cara who rolls her eyes. "I mean I get it he's hot but I mean come on." She laughs before taking yet another shot. "Fuck!" She says as she finishes her shot but before I can say anything I see a hand rest on Cara's shoulder.

My eyes travel from the tattooed hand all the way up to the gorgeous face. Green eyes pouring into mine. I smile and peel my eyes away from his. I order myself another shot. I need this. Cara and Harry talk quietly among themselves for a minute or two while I drink back two more shots.  I need to slow down.

"I don't think we've officially met." Harry says holding out his hand for me to shake. I look up into his eyes and shake his hand. His hand touches mine so softly. I feel a rush as our hands wrap around each other. "Harry." He whispers seeming almost out of breath. I take my hand from his and look away quickly.

"Sophia." I reply and quickly take the shot sitting in front of Cara.