75. Fashion Clash
…. At the Fashion Show (Arrival) ….
I felt scared once the Limo parked on the entrance gate; I mean I have never been under the spotlight of a major event in my life! Ok maybe I went to a couple of fashion shows with my aunt when she had an opening, but this time I am really one of the main guests invited; and to increase the fright, this is the first time Harry and I will be publically noticed!“(He cooed softly as the door opened from the outside.) Baby, just keep your hand in mine and whenever you feel nervous just smile widely; you’ll be fine I promise (He leaned to kiss my cheek tenderly as his fingers intertwined with mine in comfort.)”
It was like a blur, a complete flashing blur! I couldn’t even notice how many cameras and yells have been spread out as soon as we walked through the pink carpet. Harry looked at me and smiled, as I did the same and we walked together slowly. The guards behind us told Harry that we must stand at the booth to take pictures; and that’s what we exactly did. As soon as they took a picture of us both, I left his hand hold and stood away from the picture frame; Harry didn’t like that so he grabbed my hand again and pulled me close so he can hold my waist from the side. “(He whispered.) If they want Harry Styles from now on, they’ll have to get Rebeca Lane as well. I love you.” He kissed my cheek slowly as I smiled, and it drove the paparazzi crazy with their yells and camera snaps.
“Harry Styles +1, over here Sir.” One of the organizers guided us to our front row seats on the left side of the runway. “(He pulled my chair and smiled at me.) Here you go Miss.” I smiled and Harry shot the organizer a death stare.“Thank you, you are so kind.” I replied to the guy and I slapped Harry’s shoulder playfully; jealous Harry is the most attractive Harry!“Didn’t he ask for a phone number as well?” He scoffed and I giggled. “Stop being jealous, it’s not my fault you chose this for me to wear. Hehe.” He groaned and held my hand.
“Can we please take a picture of you two?” An inside photographer asked and harry nodded, as he placed his arm around my shoulders and leaned me closer to him.“Amazing photo! What’s your good name Miss?” Harry replied instead of me:“Rebeca Lane, she’s my girlfriend. Thanks for the picture, mate!” The photographer wrote the information down, and left off; I blushed and harry nuzzled his nose with mine warmly. The fashion show started, and my oh my! Those designs were phenomenal; No wonder since it was the Versace show!
The show came to an end, and that devil in red came walking in the most eye popping dress (http://www2.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Cara+Delevingne+Versace+Runway+MFW+F+W+2013+Q4ulVvcmgNsl.jpg). How on earth am I going to compete with this girl!? Why is she so pretty right now! I groaned and Harry noticed, he kept his eyes on the show but leaned to my ear and whispered: “It’s only you.” I smiled and we applauded with the audience as the show ended.
“I’ll just go congratulate Cara and come back, alright?” I hesitated whether to nod or deny that, why can’t I join? “(I sighed.) Fine…” He pecked me and left to the backstage area; I stayed in my seat and I decided I should message Perrie and Eleanor, to pass time. 10 minutes later, and still no sign of Harry; I decided I should go backstage because deep down I felt something is not right.