Effy's POV


My alarm sang 'can't you hear me knocking' in the hopes of waking me up. I turned over and hit snooze realizing it was 6am and that I should be getting out of bed. Well I needed to get out of bed. The sun, painfully white shone through the pastel faded curtains and temporarily blinded me. I staggered into the bathroom with the sleepily haze still hovering over my body and turned on the shower.

I checked the time and it was already 7am, I'd been in the shower for a whole hour. My shoot was at 8am so I had an hour still to get ready and leave, The reality had finally dawned on me that I was going to my first professional shoot, I was petrified. Questions raced through my mind as I hurriedly got dressed. What if I wasn't good enough? Or what if they just didn't like me at all? I tried to not over think but of course without realizing, I was doing just that.
I slipped on a pair of faded blue skinny jeans, with one of my famous baggy grey t-shirts and a pair of black doc martens. I checked the time before I left, it was half past seven so I thought it best to leave. Always better to be early that late. It was about a fifteen minute walk to the shoot, so I grabbed a coffee from the Starbucks down the road and carried on walking. The haunting questions still paced up and down my mind as I admired the old streets of London. It was so beautiful in the morning, so serene.

I arrived a little early at the shoot, but it gave me chance to introduce myself the photographer. His name was Alex Parker. He was a little older than me but very handsome. "Elo, you must be Effy" his cockney accent charmed my ears. He had dark hazel eyes that looked deeply into mine.
"ye that's me" my voice was shaky.
"Well we can get started if you like, I'd like to get a couple head shots if you don't mind?" I was hesitant at first, but of course it was his job so I agreed. I went over to hair and make-up and was introduced to a woman named Lou. She had very fair hair and she was very pretty. She applied some light make-up and added loose curls to my hair. I headed over to Alex after I was done and he began with the shots.

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After the other models arrived we got on with shoot. It was around 3pm when we finished the entire shoot. I didn't expect it to run so smoothly, I thought for sure I'd make a fool of myself. I decided to grab some late lunch in a little French restaurant/cafe near my apartment. Speaking fluent in French had it's advantages sometimes, as to my surprise my waiter was French himself. It was rather quiet in the cafe, it was only and old couple in the back and myself. It was nice. I sat there drinking my tea and reading The Great Gatsby, I was intrigued by Gatsby. Where are all the Gatsby copies? A man so In love he was willing to do anything for Daisy. I drank my tea and my mind wandered.

I paid for the bill and headed out, I still had my book in hand. I couldn't put it down. I walked towards the door and was startled when it was pushed towards me. My book flew to the ground.
A glimpse of emerald green spheres was all I could see. A look that could kill. He picked up my book. "sorry love"
I took my book from his hand and smiled. He stared for a while, it was creepy, at least, I think it was. I thanked him and moved past him, brushing his shoulder slightly. His scent so sweet, it stung my nose.
As I walked out the door I could feel the green spheres burning a hole in the back of my head.
*sorry love* was all I could hear still, I replayed it over and over again as I lay on my bed. Who was he? I'm sure I recognised him, but who?
*sorry love* echoed, it just echoed.

Notes

Hey guys, well whoever is reading this. I know it has taken me a long, long while to update but college has been so busy and the production I'm currently working on is taking up so much time, but thank you for voting and reading still. Means a lot.

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Isla x