Hey! This is my new story! :) Everything is in Ainslie's POV unless it's specified! :)
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I leaned over the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach into the bowl. I stood up and wiped my mouth and cursed myself quietly. I felt better, but I felt so much shame.
So, I assume that there are some introductions to be done. I’m Ainslie and I’m 18. I’m originally from Jackson, a small town in Nevada but I’m now living in London with a few other girls. Now, I know you’ll all roll your eyes at my next statement, especially if you refer back to the first three sentences, but I model and I’ve been lucky enough to be decent enough to be able to make it in London.
I’m the complete opposite of what my agencies expect me and see me to be. I’m supposed to be a vivacious and outgoing girl but in reality, I’m not. I’m shy, introverted and quiet. In our flat, all of the girls are always rowdy and loud, and I’m either in my room or working.
Yes, I do have an issue with food. It’s embarrassing. It’s what I’m mostly ashamed of. It’s been something that I’ve been fighting and dealing since I was 13. My parents were thinking about sending me into treatment, but instead, I turned 18 and moved to London.
And let’s be honest, in this industry, nobody cared if you had an eating disorder.
I brushed my teeth slowly, erasing the disgusting taste from my mouth and stepped on the scale again. I placed my feet on it slowly, one by one. I wasn’t happy with the number that beeped back at me, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been.
I looked at the time on my iPhone sitting on the vanity and sighed. I had to be downtown in an hour for the music video today.
What I did enjoy about my job was that I never had to worry about what I was going to wear. A pair of jeans and a tank top always sufficed until I got there, and then wardrobe took over. The same goes for my hair and my makeup.
I slipped my black skinnies on, along with a white tank top and my basic black heels.
I walked out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom, grabbing my purse and leaving.
I was met outside by a cab paid for by my agency to whisk me away.
It was noisy out on the street. People were chatting excitedly, probably because for the first time in forever, it wasn’t raining.
The driver stayed quiet, thankfully. When they talked and tried to keep up conversations, I got anxious.
Buildings rushed by outside and I thought about the day ahead of me. I was excited. I had never done a music video before and this one was for a band that was just off of The X Factor. I had listened to the song once, although my agent recommended that I listened to it more, basically to suck up to more people, but I didn’t have the time, frankly.
The cab stopped outside of a studio and I handed the driver some currency. “Thank you, sir.” I said. It was the only thing that I had actually said to him the entire ride.
I walked into the huge studio, my heels clicking on the floor beneath me.
“Name?” The receptionist asked.
“Ainslie Parsons.” I muttered without thinking, taking in the office around me. Which consisted of modern seating, a huge wooden secretary desk.
“Third floor.” She smiled.
I followed the hallway down to the elevators or “lifts” as they called them here in London.
I walked in, the doors closing behind me and rode up in silence.
My heart started beating harder and louder in my chest and I was trying to find out if it was because I was excited, anxious or a side effect of my choices that morning.
When the doors reopened, I walked into a huge sound stage. There were white backdrops, green screens and several “rooms” of a house.
A man turned to me as I walked out and smiled. “Hello, I’m Austin.” He said with confidence, “I’m the director, you must be one of the models?”
“Yes.” I smiled, “I’m Ainslie Parsons.”
“Awesome.” He said. He was full of enthusiasm and seemed to be the most excited person in the building. “You’re the last one here. You’re not late, but you’re the last one.” He laughed.
I just laughed and smiled. What exactly was I supposed to say?
“That just means we can start early.” He said loudly, “Chris!” He yelled walking away from me.
I continued walking forward, observing everything around me.
I saw a few more models and then I saw the band.
It made me even more excited because they were all so adorable. They didn’t seem as stuck up as I thought they would be.
They were all running around with a soccer ball or jumping all over one another.
It was cute.
“One Direction and models.” A man yelled into a megaphone.
We all walked over and gathered in front of him. It reminded me of gym class back in the states when I was younger. The guys were on one side, the girls were on the other.
“Alright,” He said without his megaphone, “We’re going to split you up for the couple scenes.” I breathed in a little bit. Yeah, I didn’t know there’d be any couple scenes. “Danielle, Eleanor, obviously you’re going to be with Liam and Louis.”
One of the guys with light brown hair and a striped shirt started cheering. The gorgeous pale brunette next to me started laughing.
“So you guys can go now.”
Two guys, along with the pale brunette and the tanner curly haired brunette walked away.
The guys that were left were a cute little blonde, a black haired guy who seemed really mysterious and a brunette with curly hair and green eyes that happened to be boring into me at that moment.
I looked down, biting my lip trying not to smile as he grinned to himself and looked back at the producers.
“Harry,” Austin said pointing to him, “You’re going to be paired up with Ainslie.”
My heart leapt into my throat as my name was mentioned. “Go get acquainted.”
He smiled at me and tilted his head towards one side of the studio. I smiled back and followed him over.
“I’m Harry.” He said, sitting down.
“I’m Ainslie.” I smiled, joining him.
“Where are you from?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows, his green eyes roaming around my face, making me feel self-conscious.
“I’m from a small town outside of Las Vegas, but I moved to London a few months ago.” I mumbled as I felt all of the blood rush to my face.
“I’m from Cheshire.” He said motioning to himself, leaning into me. “Tell me more about yourself.”
I hated when casting agents would ask me that. Like, what exactly do you want to know.
“Like what?” I asked, laughing nervously and brushing my blonde hair back behind my ear.
Harry thought to himself for a second. “How old are you? What do you like to do? What are you afraid of? Everything.”
I sighed. “I don’t think we have enough time for that.” I eyed him sarcastically and he laughed in return.
When he laughed a shock went through me. It was toxic. “Try.” He smiled.
“Well, I’m 18. I enjoy my coffee black, sleep and The Beatles. I like to watch film. I like to cook.” I said scratching my brain for everything. “Oh, and I’m afraid of fish.”
“Fish?” He asked, knitting his eyebrows together.
“They’re creepy.” I said laughing. “What about you, Mr. Pop Star? What do you like to do? Bask in your rays of awesomeness?”
He eyed me for a second; trying to figure out if I was serious before he continued. “Ehm, I like music. Obviously. We’re just starting to tour and stuff a lot, so that’s what takes up most of my time now. But I also like to cook, and golf is pretty cool too.”
I laughed to myself. He sounded like such a loser on paper, but he was strangely charming in person.
“What?” He asked laughing, seeming offended.
“You sound like such an old man minus the touring thing.” I laughed.
“What about you!?” He said motioning towards me. “You’re afraid of fish!”
“We’re gonna start filming for Na Na Na soon!” The man with the megaphone said. “Everybody get to hair, make-up and wardrobe!”
“Let’s do this!” The blonde yelled running past us. His model trailed behind him, looking miserable.
“Let’s go on, now.” Harry said standing up, extending his hand to help me out.
Gosh.