Nothing Like Us

Brooke Elliot is a model and her best friend is Harry Styles. Brooke loves Harry and Harry loves Brooke, but neither of them realize it. One day, something happens and everything changes. Will Brooke and Harry finally admit there love for each other?


2. Chapter 2


The next two days were spent trying my absolute best to stick to my diet and exercise regimine. I couldn't wait for this fashion show to be over because right after it, I was going to go straight to Wendy's and order a cheeseburger with some fries.

"Hey, Brooke, does this make me look fat?" Viola, one of my nicer model friends, asked me as she twirled around in front of the mirror.

"Not at all," I reassured her. She looked absolutely gorgeous, her figure being smaller than mine, "you look stunning."

"Thanks, so do you."

My eyes fell to the dress I was wearing. It was rather flattering, being low cut and short, nothing compared to Viola's long, flowing dress.

"Viola! Brooke!" Charlotte yelled. I spotted her frantically searching for us, "there you guys are! You two are up next!"

She lead us past the rest of the girls, who were getting their make-up applied or dresses adjusted. Charlotte practically dragged us to the stage entrance, stopping when we finally reached it. From what I could see, Poppy and Celine were already on the runway, strutting their stuff. Harry, Taylor, and Niall sat in the front row, waiting for me to come out.

"When they turn around to come back, go out there and show them what you got," Charlotte whispered, patting our backs and leaving.

Poppy and Celine did one last pose and turned around. I took a deep breath and followed Viola onstage. With my arms to my sides, I strutted down the runway, all eyes falling on me. I reached the end and struck a pose, putting my hand on my hip and adding a smile. 

In the front row, Harry stood and emited a loud wolf whistle. I suppressed a laugh and looked to my right. To my surprise, Justin Bieber sat in the audience. His brown eyes were ogling me. He didn't break his stare when he figured out I knew, but winked at me instead. My cheeks flushed and I looked out in front one last time.


"Did you see him wink at you?" Taylor asked. Her, Harry, and Niall had joined me in my dressing room. I was washing off my make-up, changed out of my dress and into regular clothes.

"See who? I asked.

"Justin Bieber of course! He winked at you!" Taylor cried out.

"Oh yeah. I saw," I said, acting like it didn't even phase me that one of the hottest guys on the planet winked at me.

"Aren't you the least bit enthused?" Niall added, "after all, he is the Biebs."

I managed a laugh. Harry rubbed his forehead, looking rather irritated. My mind clouded over in realization. Could Harry be jealous? 

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Brooke! There's someone here to meet you!" Charlotte yelled through the wooden door, although you could plainly hear her as if she was in the room.

I slowly hopped off of my stool and opened the door, just a crack. I was greeted by Charlotte's smiling face.

"Who is it?"

Before she could answer, Justin Bieber appeared in the doorway, a flirty smile on his lips, "I'll take it from here."

Charlotte swooned and walked away, almost tripping from being star struck.

"Who's there?" Taylor asked, coming up behind me and opening the door wider. Her expression widened and she gasped. 

"Hey, beautiful," Justin said, winking at me.

"Hello," I replied, acting nonchalantly.

Taylor squeezed my arm and I tried not to whimper. "How about I get Niall and Harry and let you two talk alone?"

"Great idea," Justin answered for me.

Taylor left my side and soon returned with the boys. Niall was happy to leave, but Harry seemed rather hesitant, giving Justin a warning glare as he left. "Just call me if you need anything."

Justin and I were soon alone. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

"So, tell me your name, gorgeous," I could hear a hint of flirting in his tone. There was no way Justin Bieber was flirting with me. Why would he be?

"Brooke Elliot," I slid myself back on my stool, adding a smile.

"Nice to meet you," he continued to stand in front of me, his eyes not leaving mine, "I must say, you looked amazing out there. That dress flatters you," he looked me up and down, grinning mischievously.

"Thanks. I try my best."

"Well, it worked. You stood out to me more than any other girl," Justin grabbed my hand, caressing my tiny fingers with his thumb.

I looked down and blushed, hiding the red in my cheeks.

"Don't look down. Your face is too beautiful to hide."

I smiled, my heart starting to beat faster, butterflies flilling my stomach. "I better be going. My friends are probably waiting on me."

"Not without giving me your number first," Justin grabbed my arm to keep me from rushing out the door.

I rummaged through my bag and pulled out a pen, quickly jotting down my number.

"Thanks, Brooke."

"You're welcome."

"I'll call you sometime. Maybe we could go out?" He suggested.

"Sounds perfect. I'll talk to you then," I opened my door, half way out of the room.

He nodded and I closed the door behind me. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, leveling out my breathing, trying to calm down.  I let one last breath escape me and rushed outside to meet my friends. 

They all sat in Harry's car, Niall and Taylor huddled close in the back. I slid into the passenger seat beside Harry.

"How was it?" Taylor asked, leaning forward.

"It was ok. He just asked my name and for my phone number," I explained to her, my eyes wandering to Harry who looked straight ahead, not seeming interested, a strained look on his face.

"I would've fangirled so badly!" Taylor squealed, clapping her hands in a rhythm.

I laughed. "I almost-"

"Are you ready to go?" Harry asked in a harsh tone, interrupting me.

"Yeah, anytime," I said, surprised he was so bothered by the fact that Justin Bieber hit on me.

Harry put the car in reverse and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving dust in his trail. He dropped off Niall and Taylor first, then took me home.

"Don't forget about tomorrow. I'll pick you up around five."

I stepped out of the car as he said that, remembering that the premiere of Warm Bodies is tomorrow. "Alright. What do I need to wear?"

"A dress of course."

I nodded and shut his car door. "See you then."

Harry left and I walked into my empty flat. Collapsing onto my sofa, I heard my phone beep with a text message. I pulled it from my pocket and saw the message was from Justin.

What do you say to being my date for the premiere of Warm Bodies tomorrow?

Sorry, can't. I already promised my friend I would be his date. I replied, letting him down easy.

Too bad. I guess I'll see you there? (:


I plugged my phone in to charge and marched upstairs to my bedroom. Slipping into my pajama shorts, I fall back onto my soft bed and fall asleep instantly.




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