Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]

Chapter 5 - Erractic errands & stolen seats

Finally we arrived. I handed the cab driver the proper change and stepped out, taking the arm Jace offered me with a gracious smile. We walked side by side as usual, arms intertwined and both perfectly dressed.

When we walked inside, it was already hectic. Technicians were running around as they tested the lights. I could barely see Victoria in the corner barking orders as people ran at her beck and call. A very stressful out Alice ran up to me, short blonde bob somehow still looking perfect.

"Oh thank god you're here," She gasped, grasping both of our arms and dragging us as she talked. "One of the models cancelled, a dress is ripped, Victoria is crazier than usual, and we need lunch soon. And Aaron is a complete mess."

Jace and I exchanged a glance as we were led backstage. Victoria follower us in, immediately starting to snap out orders.

"Jace, find us a model. And then find someone to fix the dress. Norah, make sure Aaron has everything he needs, then go get lunch for us," She ordered. "And Alice, make sure the only people that talk to me are actually important. Got it?"

We all nodded and took off, each headed in different directions. I glanced around for Aaron, finally spotting him in the back corner with his head in his hands as an anxious model stood before him. I stalked up and lifted his head by his chin.

"Aaron, get your shit together! Tell me what you need and I'm on it. I'm supposed to be the mess who can't handle anything, not you."

He laughed softly and jerked his head out of my gasp. "That the truth," He teased. "This model hurt her ankle and can't wear the heels that go with an outfit. And she has to wear the shoes, that complete it."

I turned and glared at her. "Who even are you?"

"Im-"

"Nope, stop," I commanded, holding up a hand as an indicator. She looked scared. "Doesn't matter. You have to walk down that runway and you have to look perfect. It only 40 years. Pain is beauty. Now go!"

She scurried away as I smiled triumphantly. Aaron looked pleased. "Next problem?" I smirked.

"Make sure all the right seats are reserved and save me a hassle. I think someone called in this morning and fucked up the ordering."

I nodded and took off, grabbing the seating chart from one person and sipping coffee as I stood on the runway and looked at the white chairs, checking every name with name on the chart and making sure they matched up. All was well, until a worker scrambled up and pulled two names off and moved them back.

"What are you doing?!" I squealed. "Those are where they should be!"

"Sorry, ma'am. Someone more important just called in. They claimed front row seats and we aren't going to say no."

"Who? Who could be more important than..." I trailed off as I glanced down at my chart, looking at who had been moved. "Who could be more important than Tyra Banks, the fashion icon, model, TV show host? Please do inform me."

"I don't know Miss. Just doing my job," The man replied. I groaned in frustration as I stalked away, headed to Victoria for confirmation.

"Victoria, who took Tyra Banks' spot?" I asked. She brushed past me and indicated for me to follow with a wiggle of her fingers. She shouted at random people before finally giving me the time of day.

"Simone more important. Now lunch, please," She sneered, throwing her black hair over her shoulder. I huffed and headed out to the closest sushi restaurant.

I ordered a bunch of different rolls, enough to feed an army, and plopped down in a chair to wait. I tapped away on my phone, scrolling through twitter until my name was called. I paid with the company credit card and stalked back to the event.

In two hours, people would start showing up and mingling, grabbing hor d'oeurves and sipping champagne, dressed head to toe in designer clothes and judging every detail. I tried to avoid the nervousness in my stomach as I set out food on the table back at the show.

Everyone immediately rushed to it, snatching at the sushi rolls and soy sauce relentlessly.

"You guys are animals!" I laughed as I was shoved out the way, my sushi plate in hand. I found a seat backstage and Jace came and sat with me.

"I'm already exhausted," He grumbled.

"Me too, Victoria is awful today," I complained as I adjusted his bow tie. "And someone knocked Tyra Banks out of the first row."

"Sucks for Tyra. She didn't pick Michelle to win the last season of Next Top Model, so I kind of have a grudge against her," Jace shrugged.

"Of course do you," I giggled. "I'm so excited Jace, really. It's our first show that we actually had part in planning. That's like, insanely cool."

"Totally fetch," He agreed.

I shoved him playfully. "Stop trying to make fetch happen, Jace. It's not going to happen!"

As we usually did after quoting Mean Girls, our mutual favourite movie, we burst into fits of laughter. Our fun was taken away when Aaron ran up, gasping about one of the lights not being in the right spot, and we were dragged back to work.

After 2 more gruelling, Victoria filled hours, we were finished. Everything was in place, the runway ready for the models who were now getting their makeup done backstage. I collapsed in a seat in the back, champagne in hand and Jace by my side.

"You ready?" He grinned.

I checked my hair and makeup one last time in the compact mirror before standing up, ready to go mingle shamelessly with some of the top fashion icons and influences in the world. My dream come true.

Grasping Jace's arm, we headed into the crowd, stopping to chat first with a few lesser known models that stopped by the office a lot. Suddenly, he screeched and pulled me away.

"What are you doing?" I kissed, as I adjusted my chunky gold bangle that has been twisted when he grabbed me.

He took me champagne glass form me and set it down on the table, looking at me seriously. I stared back at him with a face of confusion. "Don't look now, but Harry Styles just walked in with Cara Delevingne on his arm and an Armani suit that is to DIE for."

I almost collapsed right there in Jace's arms.