I try to stop staring at the perfect group of boys in front of me.
But it's hard when they are looking straight at me!

"Hello there love, we were wondering where our photographer is?" Louis asks, shoving his hands in his pockets with a wide smile.
"Oh...er...that would be me." i say, staring to the floor. Suddenly my shoes have become very interesting.

One claps their hands together and says, "Then lets get started!" It was Liam.
"Well, we need to get your makeup done and the makeup artists aren't here." i stumble on my own words quietly.
At the sight of my feet, two pair come into view.
My eyes trail up to see who it is.
Harry.

"I'm H-"
"Harry Styles. I know..." i smile. "My names Grace Pur."
"Pur? You're fathers William Pur? right?" he questions.
"Yeah."
"We ran into him outside." he points to the window/wall.

I walk over to it, staring down at least twelve stories to see my father outside. Smoking.
"Fuck.." i mumble and run out the door and to the elevator, not wanting to run downstairs.

After the doors open to the lobby i father outside.
I bust open the door, making people inside and out stare.

"Get that thing out of your mouth, now!" i shout.
I pull the cigaret from his mouth and throw it in the street.
"Young lady I-"
"No! You are not doing this again! You know well why you can't smoke! Got it!"
Everytime he tries to speak I cut him off.

"Now, give me the pack." he hands over the package of cigarets and i smile, walking back inside.

When i reach the top floor, I toss the cigarets out the window.
I may seem a little over dramatic, but my dad was diagnosed with cancer three years ago and barely got away from it. I am not going to let it happen again.


When i turn around I see the five boys, staring at me.
I can feel my face still flushed red with anger.


Niall clears his throat, "The makeup artist are here..."
I nod and take in a deep breath.
"Sorry, just my dad..anyway, go get ready." i instruct, leading them from my office to the lounge/photo shoot area.
Ronnie was talking to someone in a business suit, i would guess they were from Modest Management.

In moments the stylist are done and I am finished setting up my cameras and lights.

"Alright, boys. Whenever you're ready!" I say, resting my hands on my hips.
They all walk over with smiles.


Drool....
They all look hot!

"Um...Just stand right over there and we can get started!" I clap my hands together.

After about ten minutes of them moving around while I take the pictures and they mess it up.

I am about to pull my hair out!

"Boys!" I say and they laugh hard.
"That's it!" I say as I stomp to them.

I pull on all their shirt collars one by one to the orange couch.

"Okay. Now all of you, you are going to stand there, smile and think of all the fans that will hang this on their walls." i instruct.
They all are straight faced, embarrassed by their actions.

"Now. go over there and smile."
They all walk over to the green screen, with arms on each other shoulders and smiles, as they stand still.

When we are finished they are back to their original state.

I am fans of their music, but they are pissing me off.

As I move the camera strap to my shoulder the door opens.

"Grace, since you're done, I was thinking, lets go celebrate." My dad says, I nod and hug him, hoping to leave until I reach the door knob and he says, "boys, would you like to come along?"

Harry looks up.
"Why, yes, we would."

Notes

THERE YA GO MY LOVELIES!
I'LL UPDATE TOMORROW!

Wish me luck! I have a orchestra concert tomorrow!

XXX Luv ya'll