* 5 Days Later*

Alice's POV

I glanced out the window as the car sped along. I wiped away the unwanted, scarce tears away and bounced my foot up and down.

"You okay?" Barbara asked. I smiled and fixed my hair in the mirror.... As if I needed to look better.

"Yea. Just thinking." I replied. She smiled and continued to drive.

"Good, I thought I was loosing my little badass."

I laughed, and my hair fell in my face again. I wiped it back angrily and pulled it up forcefully. Anger came soaring through myself, even though there wasn't anything to be mad about. I've been on edge lately....and my mind keeps wondering to different places. Like I'm not in reality anymore.

We pulled up to the huge building and parked. I smiled to myself. This is it. This is my dream.

Barbara hopped out, but I stayed for a second longer. I feel this presence within myself drawing me back.....like it's telling me to just leave and crawl into my bed and hide forever, thinking about what's happening.

I fought my conflicted feelings and got out. Barbara was typing away on her phone, leaning against her car. I pulled my sweatshirt tighter and watched her laugh.

"Wanna go out to dinner tonight?" She asked happily.

I mustered up a pathetic smile. "Sure, I guess."

She giggled and quickly locked her phone. I followed her as she led me into the busy building. "Oh and bring Harry." She whispered.

Before I could even think of her statement a happy voice vowed through my ears. "Barbara!" An older man called.

His scalp was bald, accept for the ring of gray hair from ear to ear. There were small wrinkles in his forehead and when he smiled. His pale skin was covered in a flannel shirt and loose jeans. A smile was evident on his face. "You must be Alice. Pleasure to meet you."

I smiled as he stuck out his hand. I grabbed it and shook it lightly before taking it back and picking at my cuticles. "You too..."

"John."

"John." I nodded. I stepped back as people with headsets rushed back and forth hastily. Clothing racks were parted in rows as John led us to a hallway.

"And Mike over here will take care of you." John smiled and clasped his hand over a younger guy's shoulder.... He was Probably a little older then me.

Barbara smiled before entering one of the rooms with John. Mike held his hand on the small of my back and led me to the next room.

The vanity and mirror were lit up by bright lights and makeup and brushes adorned the majority if the space on it. A plush chair rested behind it, slightly pulled to the side shining with gloss. There was five or so clothing racks with clothing filling it in bags. Shoes were lined up under them.

Hair products were mixed in with the makeup, and a hair dryer sat in the center. "Okay just take a seat and I'll start."

His voice was deep, but his accent was American. I sat down in the chair, and slumped a little as my phone kept beeping. I angrily shut it off and plopped it down into the table. I seriously didn't feel in the mood to deal with other people..which is probably bad, but oh well.

I looked in the mirror, and caught Mike looking at me. I smirked and wiped my face with my hands.

I felt a slight tug, and I peered up to see him brushing my hair. It was knotty and rough...probably cause I forced myself to take showers, and not very good ones to the least.

I feel out of it lately...especially since that night. Jess always tries to cheer me up, but it doesn't work. Nothing does. I'm so confused with my feelings that I'm just disoriented.

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"That was fun" I said to Barbara as we walked out.

"Yea it was." She nodded. "Did you see Mike eyeing you up and down? It was so cute."

"Shut up! He was not!"

"Was to! I bet he got turned on! Especially for the last shoot." She laughed. I rolled my eyes and got in the car as she walked around to the other side. He wasn't....right?


Harry's POV

The door slammed and I could barely hear it over our laughter. Everyone was over watching the game, except Niall.

Suddenly, he burst into the room and threw pictures onto the coffee table.








"Dude, why do you have pictures of Alice?" I asked as he paced back and forth.

"Because."

"Let me see!" Louis said and snatched the pictures away from my hands.

"Cause why?" I asked again.

"Because she went molding with Barbara today that's why!"

"And...."

"And-and thus guy was sizing her up! Barbara thought it was 'cute' that she was finally flirting a little!"

"Ahh, you're jealous." Liam laughed. I smirked at Niall and the pictures landed on my lap again.

"He was a pretty lucky guy to see this." I laughed and raised the one of Alice in a bra and underwear up.

Niall's jaw hardened, and his fists clenched. We all laughed again. He looked as if he was about to break something...maybe us. But, it was pretty funny to piss him off.

"Aww, Niall. You have a little crush don't ya!" Louis mocked him.

"I do not!"

"I bet he thinks about her all the time!" Zayn added.

"You guys are so aggravating!"

"And has pretty steamy dreams about her too!" Liam joined in.

We all doubled over in laughter. "I bet these will help you. Here" I smiled and handed them to him.

"Shut up! I don't love her! I have Barbara!" He yelled.

"I knew it. Fuck you Niall."

We turned and saw Alice and Barbra standing int he doorway. Yep, he's fucked. Should've seen it coming though...

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