The olympics have started! No one really cares, but I like watching the cute boys swim. :)
xox Ar
ps, my favorite picture of Gemma Ward (Ainslie) is off to the side! :) She's gorg!
After all of our hair, make-up and wardrobe was done, we all actually looked ready.
All of the guys were dressed in what their blonde stylist kept calling their “signature” looks, and all of us girls were dressed corresponding to them.
I had dark eye make-up piled on and all of my hair pulled up.
But, you know, it was normal.
“Ainslie and Harry! We’re starting off with you two!” The director called as Harry and I shuffled over to him.
“Okay, kiddos.” He said clapping his hands together. “We’re going to film your couple scene. Now Ainslie, you’ve listened to the song right?”
My heart started beating harder in my chest. I was supposed to basically memorize it, but I listened to it once. “Yes.” I said honestly. I HAD listened to it.
“Great, so you know how it’s all about a love/hate relationship.” He said clapping his hands together. He as significantly shorter than everyone else there, but definitely made himself heard. “We’re going to have you two set up in this bathroom set behind me. You’re going to be standing at the mirror, exasperated with him and he’s going to sit behind you on the edge of the bathtub.” He started speaking so fast that I had a hard time keeping up with him.
Basically we had to have a huge water fight and then make-up.
“Can you do this for me?” He asked after about 10 more minutes of exaggerating.
“Yes.” I smiled enthusiastically.
“This is gonna be fun.” Harry smiled, nudging me arm with his elbow. “Go all out on me. I can take it.”
I just laughed and shook my head.
We got on the set and I did my best to act as pissed as I possibly could.
I stared into the mirror at my own reflection before looking down.
I wanted it to be dramatic.
I splashed my face with water like the director told me to, and turned around, flicking my wet hands at Harry so the extra drips went all over him, before drying my face off.
Which was completely unnecessary due to what happened next.
I don’t remember the director telling Harry to do what he did, but he got the handheld shower head out of the shower and sprayed the back of my head.
I let out a shill shriek in return, considering the water was about 50 degrees and turned around to face him.
He let the shower head hang in his hands as he stared at me, a smug look on his face.
I picked it up out of his hands and sprayed him in the face.
After a while of us fighting over the shower head, getting soaked and being completely frozen, I had forgot that the camera crews and tons of people were actually watching us.
Harry had me pinned to the floor and stared at me for a second.
I was panting hard from wrestling the stupid sprayer out of his hands.
His green eyes bore into mine as he leaned down and pressed his soft lips onto mine.
I lost myself in what was going on. He started to kiss me rougher, still pinning me down to the ground, and I met his intensity, plus a half.
“Cut!” The director yelled, pulling us out of our trances.
Harry stood up and awkwardly helped me up. I expected the director to ask us what was going on, but two assistants ran up to us with towels.
“That was brilliant!” He screamed as he and everyone else on set started clapping and cheering.
“Get it, Styles!” One of his band mates screamed. I felt my cheeks flood with redness as I walked off set to go dry myself off.
What the hell was that? I had just kissed a famous band member, and if that actually got into the music video, or got out, it’d be all over and I’d be screwed. I couldn’t stand a relationship right now. I wasn’t in London to get a boyfriend or hook up with anyone. I was here to work. That was it. I was here to model and make a career. Not get messed up in busy emotions. Plus I couldn’t handle a relationship. I could barely handle my own mind with my bad eating habits and other issues that racked at my brain at every second.
After I was given a robe and I got a chance to change out of my wet clothes, I went back to the set where Louis and Eleanor were having a food fight in a diner scene.
“Hey, great job.” Harry said sitting next to me, his hair no longer damp, but back in its perfect curls. He wasn’t in a robe like me, but a different outfit for what I assumed was the next scene.
“That water was freezing.” I laughed, trying to fight through all of the awkwardness that was still hanging over from the passionate kiss that we had shared about twenty minutes before.
“The look on your face when I sprayed you with that shower head for the first time was priceless.” He said laughing.
I rolled my eyes at him and laughed along. It was hard not to. He was charming, gorgeous and his laugh was contagious. I snapped myself out of ogling him and continued the conversation. “It wasn’t in the plan!” I raised my eyebrows and wiggled them looking him in the eyes again. “And neither was that little thing at the end.”
Harry shrugged and stood up as his name was called to go film somewhere else. “I was improvising.”
He walked away and I shook my head. Whatever. We didn’t have to film again, so it wouldn’t happen again.
I stood up and decided to go get some food. My stomach was going nuts and I figured I could either purge it up later or go to the gym to run a few miles.
I picked up a cookie and bit into it, making a face. “This is disgusting” I said throwing the rest of it out in the trash.
“Normally catering is awesome, but this sucks!” The blonde, Niall, his name was said looking around the food, making it seem like it was a hard decision.
“My mom makes the best cookies ever.” I said laughing. “She gave me the recipe before I moved to London. But I haven’t gotten a chance to make them.”
“What!?” He yelled, surprised. “You can’t just not make the best cookies ever.” He said picking up some sort of sandwich and taking a bite.
I laughed again. This kid was hilarious. “Fine,” I said smiling at him. “I’ll make my mom’s bomb cookies for you, but that’s it.”
“Good!” He said, his mouth still full of food. “Give me your phone number. I’m gonna hold you up to that.” He said taking his phone out of his pocket.
I recited my phone number off to him as he typed it in, still eating.
I was put into his phone as “Cookie Girl”.
“I’m honored.” I said laughing.
“That’s what it’s gonna stay like for a while.” He laughed.
I ate scarcely. Not wanting to have to purge or run too much.
I stayed on set for a few more hours, watching everyone else do their scenes.
“All models are free to leave! Thank you for coming!” The director called out using his megaphone again.
I stood up, grabbing my sweater and walked out of the building, deciding to walk the few miles home.
Ha, I thought to myself, I don’t even have to go to the gym now.
Harry’s POV
“Where are the models?” I asked, not seeing anyone anywhere. Not even Liam or Louis’ girlfriends.
“They left about a half hour again, mate.” Zayn said with his nose in his phone, reading through his replies on twitter.
Bits of panic ran through me. I was determined to ask Ainslie out, but now she was gone, and I didn’t even have her number.
I stood up and started walking over toward Austin and his assistant to see if they had her phone number on file. I needed to get it somehow. I needed to see her again.
She was beautiful. Utterly beautiful.
“What’s wrong, dude?” Niall asked as I rushed by him.
“I never got her number.” I said quickly continuing on.
“Who’s number?” He asked, taking a bite of the sandwich that was in his hand.
“Ainslie’s!”
He wrinkled his eyebrow together, swallowing his food. “The blonde girl?”
“Yeah.” I said stopping, staring at him.
“I got it.” He said pulling his phone out.
I was confused. “How did you get her phone number?” I asked. It came out more condescendingly that I had wanted it to.
“She said she’d make me cookies…” Niall said slowly, scrolling through his contacts. “Here, dude.” He said handing his phone to me.
There it was, her phone number.