Perfect Picture

"Your not fazed by celebrities are you?" Jordan smiled.
He's right. I'm not. I work with them everyday, dealing with their bratty behaviour, their desires and needs for ridiculous things.
But there is one guy I would like to meet. Ed Sheeran.
Rachel is a twenty-one year old photographer living in South London. This is the job she always dreamed of having, and she won't let anything stand in her way of it. Not even love. Or will she?


3. Two-Years Later...

I open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. I turn my head on way and see my boyfriend, Ed, fast asleep. I turn my head the other way and look at the clock. It's 10:30AM. I shut my eyes again.

OH NO! 10:30??? I was supposed to be at My Brother's house SIXTY MINUTES AGO!! I practically JUMP out of bed and change into an oversized cream and black stripey jumper and tight black jeans. I slide all of my bangles up my wrist and pull on my favourite flat, black, studded ankle boots and run out the apartment. Azealia, who lives in the apartment next door is standing against the wall eating a bag of organic chrisps (???).

"Hey, Ritzy." she smiles.

"Hi Azealia. This is gonna sound rude but can I please have one of your chrisps?" I ask. She laughs and offers me the bag. I take a few.

"If Ed comes out, tell him I'm at my brothers." I call as I run down the stairs. "YOU GOT IT!" She calls back.

Once inside the car I fumble around my makeup bag and apply a thin coat of mascarra and clear lipgloss. It's not like me to go without makeup but I'm already late. I quickly check my Iphone and notice about seven "Where Are You???" texts from Jordan, Harry and Louis. And then a new one from Ed. If I awnser them all, I'll be even later. So instead, I start the car and insert my coldplay "Mylo Xyloto"CD into the player and drive.

When I arrive at Harry's house he's standing outside, biting his bottom lip. A crowd of girls are scatterd across the street staring at him and screaming his name. He seems oblivious to it all. I often see him and the rest of the band on the news running through hourdes of screaming fans, yet they look like its a stroll in the park.

"OH MY GOD! IS THAT HIS GIRLFRIEND?" one girl yells as I get out of the car.

"NO, THATS HIS SISTER!" Another corrects her.

I turn and wave to them which makes them errupt into more screams.




I chuckle to myself at their pointless bickering.

"Haz?" I call.

"Oh my god Rachel! I thought you were like, dead!" he says.

"If I did die, would you invite coldplay to my funeral?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.

"Yeah sure, cos I've got Chris Martin on speed-dial." he mutters before guiding me into the house.

"I was just calling you!" Jordan sighs as he places his blackberry curve face down on the kitchen table.

"Hi Rachel." Smiles Louis, shyly. He's a member of the same band as Harry and they live together.



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