Maturity is a Choice

{Sequel to Age Is Just A Number}

It's been two and a half years since Ski became One Direction's photographer and Harry's new girlfriend. She's now seventeen, turning eighteen and she can now tell the press her and Harry are dating once eighteen. Also, the boys are going on tour in America and the boys and Ski are very excited but what happens when Ski gets jealous about all the girls Harry keeps hanging with, and Niall starts drinking to hide his feelings, and when Zayn finds a girlfriend that only wants his fame and money? Why don't you read to find out?


17. Could Be Better


Waking up this morning was absolutely dreadful. To start off my morning, I was woken up by a text from Paul saying we're heading to the next concert but we're going to have a small photoshoot before it starts. He says we're leaving at ten-thirty and I read his message at 9:30. To top it all off, the sudden memory of last night's arguments with Niall slapped me in the face. During my shower, I nearly broke down as I started remembering all the hateful things he said to me.

Getting out of the shower, I checked the time. It read 10 o'clock. I only had thirty minutes to get ready. Great. I rushed through blow drying my hair, not even bothering to straighten it. I just let it fall down in waves pass my shoulders.

"Da na na na na na na na Batmaaaaan!" my phone sang.

"Hello Liam." I answered while squeezing into my tight jeans. I then grabbed a cute tank top that read: What If.. You and me...

"Ski love, we're all waiting for you down at the lobby and are you okay because I tried to ask the lads where you were and when I asked Niall, he started mumbling like crazy and stormed off angry. Are ya guys, ya know, okay?"

I sighed, "We kind of had a fight last night when we had a sleepover, I'll try talking to him."

"Great, hurry down here though. Paul's getting impatient."

"Kay. Be right there." I hung up.

I added last touches to my make-up, added a bandanna, that matched my shirt, as a  headband. After looking myself up and down several times, I grabbed my bag and camera and made my way to the lobby.


Hey guys!" I greeted the boys. They all stood up from their sitting position on the couch that the hotel provided.

"Finally she arrives." Louis says as he wraps his arm around my shoulder leading me to the van with the rest of the boys and Paul.

"Hey babe, make sure you sit next to me." Harry whispers as he comes to my other side. He obviously didn't whisper low enough because when I looked  over at the boys, Niall was glaring at me with distaste.

"Actually I wanted to sit with Niall this time." I said moving away from Harry and Louis and closer to Niall.

"Don't even bother." Niall says as he gets into the van, squeezing into the seat between Liam and Zayn.

As I watch Niall take his seat, I accidentally make eye-contact with Zayn. Zayn. Oh, Zayn. I still haven't made up with him yet. I miss him terribly. I did try a few times to make-up with him but everytime I go to apologise, that no-good girlfriend of his is always there.

I made my way between Harry and Louis. The whole car ride was silent. It was until I spoke.

"Paul, where is this photoshoot taking place and how is the arrangement?" I ask.

"It's being shot at a private warehouse and for arrangements, my desire is to have you take a few pictures of each member then a few with the whole band." Paul explained.

"Okay, thanks.""

Great, I thought. That means I'm going to have one on one time with not only Zayn but with Niall as well. Could this day get any worse?


"Okay, Paul you have the boys get in order of how I'm going to photograph whist I get ready with the settings." Instructed to Paul who acted right away, leading the boys into a small room.

I made my way to the set and thought. What could I possibly do today that's different?

Pulling out my phone, I logged onto my Twitter:

@Ski_xo: What upcoming photos would you guys like to see of the boys? Xx

Within a matter of minutes I got various comments and retweets.







Reading through most of the comments, I giggled. Even though a naked photoshoot sounds tempting, I know management wouldn't allow that. It was either between the babie, the business suits, or the boys just being themselves.

After some thought, my conclusion was the boys just being themselves. I guess that's the theme for this shoot.

"Okay they're all ready." Paul says coming out. "You will shoot first with Harry, then Louis, Liam, Zayn, and last Niall."

I nodded with a small smile even though on the inside I was practically banging my head against a wall. "Splendid. Let's get started then, shall we? Come on Harry." I motioned to him.

I set him in front of the white background screen and ran back, holding my camera up to my eye.

"Wait babe, what's the theme?" Harry asked confused.

"The theme is being yourselves. So whatever you feel like doing, do it. There are some props beside you so feel free to us them."

I watch as Harry looked around the props in deep thought. Suddenly a smile came to his face as he dug deep into the pile. Satisfied with his object, he went back to his original position. Withe eyebrows raised, I put the camera up to my eye and waited.

Suddenly, Harry pulled out a rainbow hat with a hotdog on top, and placed it on his lucious curls. He then opened his mouth really wide revealing a million dollar smile.

"Um Haz?" I chuckled, "what's on your head?"

"I'm wearing a wiener hat cause I'm a wiener, duh." He smiled proudly.

I chuckled but took pictures as he continued to pose with his new hat. Giving him a break, I decided to look back at the pictures. The first one was him doing a Superman pose. The next one was him wearing overalls and licking a lollipop like a little boy.

"How are they?" Harry asked before taking a sip of his water.

"They're actually quite amazing." I laughed. He laughed along before he came over by my side.

"How about we take just a few more pictures," Harry whispered into my ear as I felt his arms wrap around my waist, "Just you and me."

A tingling sensation went through me as his hands continued to softly rub where the hem of my jeans met my hips. "Um... uh.. I think I got enough. Plus, we're on a tight schedule." I replied as an excuse.

He sighed before lightly pecking me on the cheek, "Fine, I'll go get Louis then."


The photo shoot with Louis was phenomenal. He kept making me laugh so hard that the pictures come out blurry. I did get some pretty good shots of him and his carrots. Next was Liam who made the shoot awkward.

"So are you going to tell me what happened with Niall?" he asked as he posed for a picture.

"I didn't speak at first, afraid that I just might break down at the memory. "I caught him drinking again..." I finally said after a deep breath.

Liam's eyes went wide but changed back to normal size as he posed for another picture. "Really? What was it this time? Beer? Wine?"

I felt my eyes start to burn as I struggle to get these words out my mouth, "No Liam. It was alcohol. The strong kind. I'm scared for him Liam."

"I'm so sorry love, but was that the reason you two argued?"

"No but it was where it all started. He kept saying he was tired of everything about me. Basically, he's tired of me not loving him even though I know he loves me." I explained. This seemed to be harder than I thought as a small tear quickly ran down my cheek but I wiped it away unnoticed.

"Anyways," I change the subject before he could respond, " you're all done here. Go get Zayn please."

"He opened his mouth but shut it moments later. He left and a few seconds later, Zayn replaced his spot.

Without hesitation, I quickly explained the theme. I could tell we both didn't want to be here. What he doesn't know is that for now, we have to fake it.

I held up the camera to my eye and waited for him to pose.


"Um, Zayn?"


"Look Zayn, I know you don't like me for what I did to your little girlfriend but could you at least fake a smile for the camera?" I ask exasperated. Zayn looked down at his feet without a word.

"Come on Zayn. Do it for the fans." I pushed.

He finally caved in and smiled but it still didn't look right. His smile looked like a smile but up close you could see all the sad and angry emotions behind it.

After only a few shots of a fake-smiling Zayn, I say, "Okay that's enough."

I looked at my watch and frowned. We will probably only have enough time to do a few photos with Niall and maybe one group picture. And that's pushing it.

"What's the theme?"

I look up from my watch to find Niall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Just being yourself." I replied simply, turning to look at my camera as if something was wrong with it.

"Oh then maybe I should go get a cardboard cut of you. Pretend I'm loving it but your facing away from me, toward Harry." He said brutally.

"What is your problem, Niall?" I spat.

He chuckled bitterly, "It's you Ski. You're my problem. Now lets just get this stupid photo shoot over with." he walks to the center of the white background and puts on a fake smile.

Standing there with my mouth wide open from shock, I put the camera up to my eye and clicked.

For most pictures he would fake smile but some he just looked bored but even those I took snapshots of.

"Leave. You're done." I said simply.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked out.

"Niall, go get the rest of the boys and come back." I yelled remembering the group photo.



"Okay go go go!"

I watched as a the boys one by one ran on stage.

"How are you?"

I whirled around to find a heavy set Paul.

"Could be better." I say, returning my attention back to the boys.






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