Modeling In Love

Adelaide "Lai" Henderson is one of the most well known models. So it's no surprise that she runs into One Direction at a party, or to be more specific, Harry Styles. The rest of the boys are there all right, but Harry stands out. Certain she won't see them again, she plays around with Harry. But she happens to be the girl in their next music video. Uh-Oh. She runs into Harry and pretends not to recognize him, till Simon decides that since Harry has been getting to much bad press about being a ladies man, he needs a girl to pretend to be Harry's girlfriend and well, she'll be on a contract of course and he'll know, so will his family. But do things escalate when feelings start to develop? What happens when the contract ends and they're forced to part ways, possibly for good?

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7. The First of Many

The next morning, I woke up to texts coming into my phone from almost everybody. I had multiple form John, a dozen from Sophie and many more from Victoria. Simon had me add in Victoria's number so she could get a hold of me and tell me things about how to get mine and Harry's "relationship" more public. I also added Harry's number so we could get in touch if needed. I had one text from him. 

I started with John's, which just told me to read Victoria's texts. Then Sophie's said the same thing except more urgent. 

When I finally got through Victoria's, I re read the last one. It said that Harry and I were to meet down in this little cafe for a "date" as she called it, hoping to get the message out that we were together. 

Harry's one text just said plain and simple;

Morning sunshine :) 

I rolled my eyes and replied with a simple; 

Good morning, Harry 

Then got up to get dressed. Since it was to be a little chillier today, I dressed warmer, with a pair of dark wash ripped skinnies, an Azia striped knit sweater, and grey knit ugg booties. I threw all my things into a small cream coloured purse and headed out. 

Since I didn't have any job appointments or anything to do with my agency, I took my own personal car to the cafe. 

Short drive, considering the amount of traffic on a weekday morning, but I managed to get there pretty quick. 

I must have gotten the texts a little later than Harry, because when I got in there he was already sat at a booth next to a window. Of course. 

He got up when he spotted me and waved me over, kissing my cheek sweetly once I reached him. 

"Morning sunshine," he smiled as we sat back down. 

"Good afternoon," I replied. 

He laughed. "Vic told me that we should sit next to a window so we'd be seen." 

"That's fine. I'm used to being photographed." 

"Oh right, Simon told me you were a model. That's cool." 

"I guess so." I shrugged. "I don't know, it's mostly just showing up at places and getting photographed with merchandise, taped with a band, only because I'm pretty." I looked down at the table. "It's a bit overrated if you ask me..." 

"You seem ashamed to be a model. Why?" He asked. I looked up at him, and saw curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place. 

"I have my job because I'm pretty. Not because I can sing, or dance, or because I'm smart or funny even. I do what I do because I'm pretty and can smile in front of a camera."

"But you enjoy it?" 

"Sometimes... Other times I am ashamed." 

"Well, I think you shouldn't be because you wouldn't have done a lot of things that you have, because you're pretty. You should be glad for what you have." He placed his hands over mine and I smiled. 

"You have, really big hands." I noticed. 

"Yeah, I've been told." 

"How do you manage to have such large hands?" I picked one up with my smaller two. 

"I don't know. I just do." He shrugged. 

"Whatever, I will never understand that." I dropped his hand. "I am going to go order a cappuccino. Do you want anything?" 

"No thanks." 

"Alright. I'll be back then." He gave me a smile and I dropped to kiss his cheek before walking over to the counter. 

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