Cate's pov

"Boys! Boys are you done?" I ask, opening the dressing room door.
"Yeah" Liam replies, walking up to me in a muscle tank.
"Looks great!" I beam.
He smiles and I see Louis walking passed, trying to fix the shirt over his head.

"Louis, come here." I sigh.
"Where are you?!" He panics, I pull the shirt down, off his head. When I look back up at him he has his eyes crossed and tongue out.
I giggle and turn, hitting something hard.

Harry. Ugh...

"You should watch where you're walking, darling." he mocks, walking back to his seat.
I stomp to his chair, "Can you tie this around your fat head?" I ask, holding up a bandana.
He shoves it back to me. "How about, you do it."
I roll my eyes and wrap the cloth around his head and to the back, pulling tight, tying it in a knot.
"There." I stomp off, looking for Niall.

"Niall? I need to see how you look." I pull back curtains, looking for him. Nothing.
"Yes?"
I jump back, seeing Niall behind me.

My eyes land on the grease stain on his shirt.
"Niall.." I whine.
He looks down, "It's just a small stain," he shrugs.
"Take off your shirt..."
"Sure thing." He winks. I feel a rush go through me and I blush.
He slides off his shirt and follows me back to the rack of shirts.

I slide through, looking for Niall's size.
"Ah ha!" I whisper, "Here."
He slides it on.

"Looks good. Now, don't get chicken grease on it this time."
He gives me a thumbs up and we walk back to the other boys.

"....Harry! Stop!" I hear, I open the door and see Harry holding a fist close to Zayn's face, Zayn pushed against the wall, Harry holding onto the collar on his shirt.
"Harold!" I shout.

He whips around, letting go of Zayn. Zayn falls to the ground, choking for air with a bruise already forming on his face.
"What the hell?!" I shout, pushing past Harry and kneeling to Zayn's level. "You poor thing...Come on." I try to pull him up, but he is too heavy. I put his head in my lap and look to Liam, "Can you get him a glass of water and ask Steph for an ice pack?"
He nods and rushes for the door.
Louis and Niall are leaning against the wall, talking. Louis must be explaining something, because he keeps pointing to Harry and Zayn.

"Zayn, open your eyes..." I pat his face. "Come on sweetie."
His eyes shakily open, he moans on pain and Liam opens the door, handing me the pack of ice and water.
"Sit up." I say, he does as said and sips the water as I hold the ice pack to his face.

Liam helps Zayn as I stomp up to Harry.

"What the fuck happened?" I whisper/shout, trying not to disturb Zayn.
Harry looks away from me, then looks back, opening his mouth. Nothing comes out. He closes and pulls on my arm to his curtained dressing room, he closes it and leans against the wall as I lean against the other, crossing my arms.
"Well, what the fuck happened?" I glare.
"He said something that I didn't like. Nothing that really concerns you."
"Guess what, Harold, it does concern me. You just put us off schedule. I have to go back, reapply his makeup and you-" I stop myself and take a deep breath, getting loud enough for the boys to hear me so I start to whisper and take a step closer to Harry, looking up at him and pointing my finger, "You egotistical, conceded, self absorbed, ass! Can't you get over yourself for two seconds! He is supposed to be your friend, you-"
Harry moves his hand over my mouth. "Do you ever shut up?"

With that he walks out.
And I am left with my mouth hanging open.
"Zayn, come on. I have to cover up your bruise." I say and start to apply creamy foundation over his cheekbone. "It's really blue, are you sure you're okay?" I ask.
He nods and I give him a warm smile.

Harry is just leaning against the wall, staring at us with his arms crossed.

Harry's pov

Cate sends me a glare. I send back a fake smile and she rolls her eyes.

It's Zayn's fault, I don't see why he gets all her attention.
I mean, I'm glad she isn't around me. But, why does she have to be standing so close to Zayn? And why did Niall have to take off his shirt while with her.

She is annoying. Controlling.
Don't get me wrong, I do think she's attractive. Just not my type.
I like to be dominate. And I can tell, she would want to be.
But when she was tugging on my hair to put in the gel, god...
I'm glad she stopped when she did.

But she is not for me. Honestly, I hate the way she acts like she knows everything and is the boss.

Cate's pov

Harry is so cruel and conceded. How could he do this to Zayn? What was it even about?
What could Zayn have possibly said to make this happen.
"Zayn..."
"Yeah?"
"What..what did you do?" I ask, turning to grab the powder brush, and applying it to his cheek.
"I just said something. Harry has a short temper anyway." He explains, "It's nothing."
"The bruise says different."
"It's nothing. I promise." He looks me in the eyes and I nod.
"Okay."

When I'm finished I walk the boys to the photography room.
"Okay, I will see you all in about an hour to wash off the make up and you can switch clothes." I say and Louis and Niall wave bye, Liam and Zayn thank me.

Harry almost walks past me until I stop him.
"And you, this better not happen again. I don't like it when people get aggressive. Got it?"
He rolls his eyes and smiles, "No promises, love."

I walk off, repulsed by Harry.


Steph ordered me lunch, a turkey sandwich with potato chips and a Sprite.
I sat and talked with her for the hour, waiting for the boys to come back out.
We ended up exchanging numbers. She is actually really cool.

I started laughing, chocking on my Sprite as she finishes her story of how she got her job here.
"..and the coffee guy spilled a latte all over me! And it soaked through my shirt, the manager just gave me the job! What a perv-"
She is cut off my the boys walking out.

Steph get emailed copies of the pictures, as a just-in-case, I think they look good.
we start to scroll through the different pictures.
The boys took extremely great pictures.
(Liam)
(Harry)
(Niall)
(Zayn)
(Louis)

We start to pass up more pictures of the boys, but a few of Harry's start to catch my eye.
He is actually really attractive...
His dimples are really adorable, and eyes are mezmerizing...
Just him in general is very seductive.

"Cate" Steph snaps me back to reality, "The boys are waiting for you."
"Oh...right"
I slide off the desk, throwing away the food container and soda bottle.

I open the door and walk to Niall's chair, wiping the makeup off his face, and going down the line of boys, ending at Harry.
"It's going to take a bit longer to get the gel from your hair..." I turn to the other boys, "You guys can go change back, your clothes are in the dressing rooms."

"Sorry, you are going to have to leave later then the other boys...there's a lot of gel. Sorry, but I saw the pictures..." I turn to wet the comb, trying to slide it in his hair, scraping out the gel residue, "They look really good."
"Thanks. I mean, thanks for..um..doing the clothes and make up..." he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

We are in complete silent for a few minutes, as I continue to work on his hair. Why is it so awkward all of a sudden?
Harry finally clear his throat, "I apologized to Zayn."
"That's good, but why did it happen in the first place?" my tone gets harsher.
Harry's jaw tightens a bit, "It's nothing."
He really does have a short temper...
I look down, "sorry..."
Harry sighs, "No, I'm sorry. I was a real ass today..."
"Yeah. You really were.." I tuck my hair behind my ear and grab a towel, getting out the rest of the gel.
"Guess I didn't make the best first impression..." he says. I start to rub the towel on his head, leaning in closer to get the back. "I could make it up."
"How?"

I walk across the room and grab a washcloth, walking back to Harry.

I rub his cheek, wiping off the makeup.
"We can make plans..." Harry says.
"Plans?" I ask, quietly.
He smiles at me. I wipe his lips off, taking off the color.

He grabs my wrist, stopping me. He looks in my eyes.
"We can do whatever you want. It's on me." he says quietly.

"I'll think about it." I say, and dust off my hands, "You're all done."
He stands up and I walk to the door, ready to leave.
Until I feel Harry grab my arm, spinning me around.

"Harry?" I almost shout, but he covers my mouth and holds both of my hands in one of his, taking the other and grabbing my phone from my back pocket.
I watch as he types on the screen and hands it back to me.
"There," he lets go of my hands, "text me when you want to hang out."
He walks past me, out the door.

What the hell? Does he have double personalities or something?! How can one person just turn from an ass to a complete flirt in one day?

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