Amanda hands the security our badges, and she squeals as they show us to the VIP section of the building. Harry looks pissed off because we dragged him here. He says he wants to go back home and sleep but we just didn't let him go back. He needs to learn to be with people, let loose, and have fun. Niall on the other hand, looks bored but he's secretly is excited. I'm sure Harry is secretly excited too to see a bunch of famous models.
"Amanda?" we watch as a brunette runs out of a room with a huge smile on her face.
Kendall Jenner flings herself at Amanda and they hug. I didn't even know that she was this friendly to people she just met. But it's sweet, and I already like her.
"Kendall!" Amanda laughs and I watch as Niall snaps a few pics. Harry keeps himself hidden from sight and stands behind me, face focused onto his phone.
"Oh my god, I heard such amazing things about you both," Kendall smiles, as she sweetly wraps her arms around me.
"Chanel Chance, isn't it?" She laughs, releasing me from her hold.
"You know it," I laugh and she goes on introducing herself to the boys. She eyes them up and down and I instantly know her thoughts.
How can their boyfriends be dressed like street kids?
Ugh, I tried convincing Harry and Niall to wear something presentable but no.
They only like their plain T's and jeans.
What can I do?
Kendall turns to us. "Alright. You girls ready for the show? I reserved seats." she smiles and we both nod.
"Yeah, we'll see you after, okay?" Amanda says and Kendall holds both of our hands.
"Okay! We'll def be hanging after this." she winks, then heads back into her dressing room.
We make our way to the seats when we watch Amanda's mom appear from behind the curtain on the stage.
"Mom! We're here, I forgot to text!" She yells and her mom smiles widely, approaching us as we take our seats that literally say our names on them.
Amanda's mom always gets us into VIP things like this because her connections to the fashion world are strong.
My mom works in the same area but it's not quite the same.
"You met Kendall, yeah?" Amanda's blond mother hugs us both at the same time, intoxicating us with a strong perfume. But it smells good so.
"Yeah, she's very sweet," Amanda tells her mom when she looks over at the boys.
"They look bored," she notes how they're sitting on the chairs like lumps and how they're so focused onto their phones.
"Well, yeah." I laugh and Amanda's mom almost claps her hands with excitement.
"Okay, so. Big news, do you girls remember that mini photo shoot we took last fall?" Her mom asks us.
We both nod. "Yeah."
"So, I had a few photographers look at them and they want both of you to try a test shoot. If they like the pics, you could both end up being professional models," Amanda's mom looks just as excited at Amanda does.
Professional model? Does that even sound like Cherry Glass?
"Oh my g- Niall!" Amanda turns around and I laugh because Niall gets scared and looks up with a potential heart attack.
"That- amazing." I tell her mom and she nods, grinning.
"Okay, you guys discuss this. I have to go help with the models." she disappears behind the stage curtain quickly.
Harry rolls his eyes, not even lifting his head up once. I make my way over to him.
"Harry, kill the tude, will ya?" I lightly smack him on the arm.
"You're not gonna be a model. Not as long as I'm with you." he scoffs, shuffling around in his chair. I shrug off his comment and sit in between him and Niall.
The lights turn off and the spotlights turn on.
"Fuck that, my girlfriend is not going on Victoria fucking Secret posters. Nope," I over hear Niall say to Amanda and Harry lets out a quiet giggle along with it.
Amanda looks at me with the "i'm so done with these fucking boys literally stop now." eyes.
After the show, my mood suddenly changes because I noticed how Harry was intently watching the blond models. Like Gigi and Cara.
Especially Cara.
it pissed me off how he kept licking his lips.
What the fuck? maybe I just should have left him at the penthouse.
But I ignore the annoying thoughts and fake my smile through out backstage.
Kendall leads us all into a big room that's full of bean bags, couches and chairs.
On one of the couches are Cara and Gigi. They wave at us, smiling sweetly.
I'm surprised they're actually nice. From what I've heard, they can be a bit exclusive and bitchy, but apparently not.
"We've heard about you girls. You up for a shoot?" Cara's British accent rings through the air. Right as we sit down on the couches, Harry's head flies up, staring at the blond.
Oh, the British. But he doesn't say anything.
"And.. who are these lovely lads?" Cara laughs, putting her wine glass to her lips.
They're all wearing leggings and a baggy sweatshirt because why not.
Amanda and Cherry policy- dress up but always be prepared to dress down.
It's the code.
"Oh, these are their boyfriends. Harry and Niall," Kendall introduces them.
As Amanda's off talking about some magazine that I've never heard of with Gigi and Niall , Kendall and Cara sit close to me on one of the couches.
"Your boyfriend is quite," Cara laughs and Kendall examines my ring.
"He doesn't like people," I joke and the two girls laugh. Harry doesn't show any emotion what so ever.
Not surprised.
"I'm sure you're just kidding," Kendall giggles.
"No, she's serious," he looks up from his phone and I watch as Cara's smile grows.
"You're from the U.K?"
"Yeah," he nods.
"Where you from?" She asks.
Why am I getting angry?
I don't want her talking to him, I know he likes blondes I just know it.
"Cheshire. And from the accent, I can tell you're from London." Harry actually puts effort into his conversation.
I'm just sitting her stunned that he's actually responding.
"No way. Do you know the Winchesters?" Cara looks fascinated with MY BOYFRIEND.
Mine.
"Yeah," Harry sits up. "Molly Winchester?" He laughs.
"Yes! She's my cousin's best friend." Cara gapes and I'm ready to just leave and go back home already.
I get it. They're models.
Hurray.
Harry lets out a laugh.
A LAUGH.
What the hell? Harry never likes strangers.
"Small world, huh?" Kendall laughs and I nod.
"I guess so," cara smiles, watching Harry intently.
She's attracted to him.
"Haven't been back home since I was fourteen, it was my last visit." Harry spills and cara makes a pouty face.
I've never really realized how connected Harry is with England. Why has he never mentioned it?
"I was there last week. I basically go back on all of my breaks actually. Cherry, where are you from again?" Cara turns to me.
I'm glad to know she sees someone else in the room besides for Harry.
"Harry and I both live in Tulsa. But I was born here in New York." I explain and she nods.
"Cali babeeesss," Kendall shrieks and Amanda looks back at her quickly.
"Fuck yeah!" Amanda laughs then turns back to convo with Gigi.
Amanda was born in Beverly Hills.
Not much of a surprise to be honest.
"So, Harry, is it?" Cara turns back to him
He nods. "Yeah."
"You have any single friends?" She jokes.
At least I think she's joking.
Can she just stop talking to him?
"Ehm, no not really," Harry scratches his head, smiling back at the girl.
THEYRE FREAKING FLIRTING?
Oh no no no. No
No.
I stand up quickly, pretending to check an important message.
"Oh, shit guys! I have a hair appointment in 10 minutes," I grab my bag from the floor.
Kendall and Cara look up at me. "Noo. Leaving so soon?" Kendall asks.
"Yeah, but call and we'll make plans this week. Okay?" I hug them all goodbye but Amanda decides to stay with them a bit longer with Niall.
But Harry doesn't stand up after me.
"Harry, get up." I nudge him and he looks up at me.
"Cher, does it look like I wanna go to your hair appointment?" He scoffs but I literally pull him up by his T-shirt and drag him out of the room after saying goodbye.
I'm pissed.
closing the door behind us, I literally glare at Harry with my special devil glare.
"That's fucking scary, Cher." Harry's attitude is getting worse by the minute.
I just groan, rummaging through my bag to find the car keys.
I honestly don't even feel like talking to him.
"That Cara chick was pretty chill, don't you think?" Harry opens the passenger door.
That's when hell breaks loose.