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Jazmin’s P.O.V.

It’s been a few weeks since everyone found out about the incident and it’s rarely been discussed again, which I am more than grateful for. Everyone was being a bit cautious and careful around me but I guess it’s kind of hard to deal with the information I gave them, it’s still annoying though, I’m no different to the girl they met only a few weeks prior they just know other details of my life now.

I’ve spent the past few weeks training for my modelling jobs and today was my first photo shoot and I was both nervous and excited. Harry and I were going for lunch after and I think Niall and Barbara were coming so I’m also excited for that.

I parker my motorcycle and slid my helmet off, shaking my hair out before running my fingers through it. I looked around the car park of the studio and made eye contact with Cara. Crap, I didn’t know she was going to be here, I’m pretty convinced she hates me.

I turned away from her and entered the building, following the directions Mr Buckley had given me and stepping out of the elevator on the 3rd floor for a brief meeting before the shoot.

“Jazmin, you’re early. I think they’re ready for you, let me just check,” the receptionist, Maree, informed me and I nodded, adjusting my bag on my shoulder and taking in the modern waiting room in front of me. “Yep, you’re right to go through, hunny. Have fun,” she smiled and pointed me towards one of the doors. I thanked her quickly and knocked on the door before opening the door.

“Jazmin welcome,” Mr Buckley told me as he stood from his chair. “I’d like to introduce you to your team and you’re manager. I have responsibilities with the store but Eliza here will take great care of you, you can trust me with that.” I shook the hand of the lady next to Mr Buckley. She couldn’t have been much older than me, she had loosely curled dirty blonde hair and she definitely had style.

“It’s great to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you. I do have to apologise for not being available for your training but I’ve been working with my mother with some of the other girls. You’re the first model that I’ll manage by myself but don’t worry, I’ve worked with my mum as long as I can remember so I have heaps of experience.”

“Life gets busy, I get it, and I trust that you’ll know what’s best for me. I’m sure you’ve had heaps of experience.”

“I think we’ll get along great. Marissa over here is your head stylist, she’ll be at every job you have and will be making all the style decisions. And Marco is her assistant.” I shook hands with the two. “Dylan is head of publicity and Ben will be your head of security whenever you need them. You already know Chrissie, your coach, from your training sessions. You’ll be introduced to anyone else you need to know throughout the day hopefully, they all should be there. Today you will be doing a lingerie shoot, I’m going to assume Chrissie has briefed you on that already. There’s not much else to tell you today, I think we should get started on hair and make-up so we can be on time, follow me.”

We took the elevator down a floor and ended up in a dressing room allowing Marissa and Marco to get to work. I discussed my friendship with Perrie and all the others with Dylan and Ben during that time, they needed to know so they could ensure I would be safe at all times and monitor my public image. After that I just resorted to texting Harry who was in a rehearsal, whoops. I think I got him in trouble a few times but that’s his fault, I did warn him. I was texting the others too on their break but Harry was continuously on his phone to me, at least he was keeping me occupied. I was getting pretty scared with how close we were getting, the events of the past few months haunting me. Perrie has assured me that everything will be okay now and I trust her, I guess I’m going to have to let go and go with the flow.

Harry: What time do you finishhh?

I quickly responded to Harry informing him of the time that I would hopefully be finished by. He then responded telling me he would pick me up, which didn’t make much sense since we would have to come back here afterwards so I could get my bike. I told Harry that I would speak to him after my shoot and switched my phone off, allowing the make-up artists access to my face.
Nerves were rushing through me as Marissa left me with my outfit, allowing me some privacy to get changed, which was nice considering the lack of privacy you get in this business. Eliza was rushing around making sure all the arrangements were final and that I was appropriately dressed and looking fine. That girl needed to calm down.

She escorted me to the set of the shoot where some of the other models were wandering round and getting their own shots done. Eliza led me over to the gold and pink wall where all the photos would be staged. The wall itself was awesome, the gold faded into the pink tone in an ombre affect and it all had a textured looked to it. My first outfit was a white lingerie set with black lace detail, the second was hot pink, and the third was a lighter pink with white lace detail. It was probably my favourite, very feminine.

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Maxwell, the photographer, was crazy.

“Lift your head; yes now look out as if you’re looking across the horizon. Angle your body to the right more, a little less. Yes, now give me an intense gaze.” He was shouting things at me left, right and centre the whole shoot. I was almost through with my second outfit and he hadn’t faltered once. “Okay, good, good, go change, five minute break everyone.”

I was rushed back upstairs and changed quickly, a water bottle was shoved into my hand and I took a few gulps from it before it was taken away and my make-up was touched up. Once everything was finalised I returned downstairs for the last part of the shoot and I was glad it was almost over, these things get tiring after a while and I’ve been pretty lazy of late which isn’t helping me.

Halfway through the shoot I noticed a change in atmosphere in the room, my eyes flicking in the direction of the doorway and finding the source of the change. Harry. What the heck is he doing here? He sent me his signature smirk as he moved around the other sets, ignoring the lingering eyes of the other models and noticeably checking out my outfit. Of course he found a way in, I shouldn’t even be surprised. I rolled my eyes but my lips quirked into a smirk as we maintained eye contact.

“Yes, yes, YES!” Maxwell cried, snapping my concentration away from Harry. “That look is perfect, where did that- You, here now.” He called to Harry after realising he was the cause of my previous expression. Harry’s eyes widened and he looked around, checking that he was the one being directed over. Serves him right for barging in on my shoot. Harry did his typical, lazy, feet-dragging walk over to us and looked at Maxwell expectantly. “This is what we needed earlier, a focus point. I have the mind to make you do this all again.” Please no, I’m hungry. “I have other places to be unfortunately. The two of you should just keep doing what you were doing and I’ll just take these last couple of shots and then you will be free to go.”

Harry sent me a cocky smirk as he grabbed a chair that was set off to the side and sat on it backwards. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him, feeling the temperature in the room rising. We continued this stare-off, which the Perrie and Zayn would probably consider eye sex but it’s not like they need to know everything, and soon enough Maxwell was telling us that we were all done.

“Good shoot for the first time, you have to be thankful to Mr Styles here as well. He got some of the best photos out of you. You’re welcome back with Jazmin anytime.” He told Harry, increasing that boys ego even further. Eliza rushed me back up to the change rooms, wrapping up todays shoot and informing me of upcoming activities before rushing off, letting me change in peace. Or so I hoped.

“How much are you paying him?” I turned around from gathering the clothes I had brought to wear out to this lunch.

“What do you mean?” I asked Cara who was wearing the same pink silk Victoria’s Secret robe that I had on.

“You know exactly what I mean, Harry, I mean, he can’t be interested in you,” she said looking me up and down. “So the only conclusion I can come up with is that you’re paying him to hang out with you. He can get sex from anywhere so it’s obviously not that.”

“I’m not paying him anything, stay out of our business Cara. And move on while you’re at it, he’s not interested in you. We both know that. It will be easier for everyone that way.”

“You just want him all to yourself, you selfish brat.”

“Whoa, don’t you think you’re being a hypocrite? I don’t even understand why you don’t like me, I haven’t done anything to you. And my friendship with Harry shouldn’t affect anything. I’m sorry things didn’t work out between the two of you but don’t take it out one me.”

“Whatever, slut. I can’t stand to be in the same room as you anymore, have fun with Hazza while it lasts, or until you can’t afford it more likely.” I rolled my eyes and she left the room, pulling the door shut behind her. Letting out a sigh I took a seat in front of one of the large mirrors, rubbing my temples. Who was she to come in here and accuse me of that?

The door to the room swung open again and I prayed it wasn’t Cara or anyone else who wanted to bitch at me. I was done with that after today.

“As much as I love you in that, aren’t you supposed to be getting changed?” I heard Harry question, the smirk on his face evident in his voice.

“Sorry, I was just taking a moment. Why are you early and how did you get in here?”

“Don’t apologise Jaz. Rehearsals finished early so I came here and I’m Harry Styles baby, does anymore need to be said.” Cocky asshole. “What was Cara doing in here?” he asked as I continued to get all my stuff together and set out what I was going to get changed into.
“She was just being childish about a few things, not a big deal.”

“So it was about me? What did she say, she can be vicious from what I’ve heard.”

“It wasn’t too bad, but she thinks I‘m paying you to spend time with me.” Harry rolled his eyes.
“I’ll talk to her, let me know if she bothers you again okay?” I nodded and entered his open arms, embracing him. He pulled back and undid the tie on my robe, letting it slide off my shoulders and onto the floor as I stood there unbreathing. “I really like this, do you get to keep it? It’s almost babyish and it’s very feminine.” He told me quietly, fiddling with the strap of the bra.

“Don’t tell me you have a daddy kink,” I laughed as he groaned, whining my name. “But yes, Eliza said I could keep these, it’s not like they don’t have many others and I’ve already worn them so they allow it. Not with everything though.” I pouted and I moved grab my clothing so I could finally put them on. My actions were halted as squealed a little, a light stinging sensation forming where the band of the panties had connected with my skin. I crossed my arms as I turned to face a smug looking Harry.

“Good, because I sure want to see them again.”

Notes

It's been three months and I'm so sorry, thanks for everyone who has stuck with me.
I've been busy with school and co-curricular commitments as well as family health issues so I haven't had much down time to write :(
I hope you like the chapter, I've started working on the next chapter but I go into exams at the end of the week so it may take about two weeks for me to put it up - maybe longer :/
And I do know the link to Jazmin's outfits has a couple of models in the lingerie but let's just pretend that they are all meant for Jazmin for the sake of the story.
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Also what do you think of Four? I've been listening to it all the time and I just love it. The boys just continue to impress us :)
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