London Calling

Effy's Pov

Staying in shape is so difficult when there are so many distractions. I mean, come on, there is a Starbucks at the end of my street and I can smell the sweet aroma of freshly baked brownies every morning. How I manage to resist that every day is beyond me. I left Sez asleep in the guest room whilst I went for a morning jog. Earphones in and The Stones Roses on full volume was the best way to start any morning. I've only been in London for a few days and it already seems like a life time. It's strange how time travels so fast.

On my way home I got a text from Alex. I was more concerned about how he got my number rather than the fact he had organised another shoot tonight. I waited till I got inside to read it properly.
'Sez, you awake??' I shouted from the kitchen.
'Now I am yeah' she replied, with what sounded like effort. That's a first for Sez. Anything that contains minimal effort she will happily confer. 'I'm going to visit my aunt in a bit, we can hang out tonight though if you like?
'I didn't know you had an aunt in London, I'd love to Sez but Alex just text me saying he has set up a shoot for later'
'Oooh Alex, ah I see how it is' She is forever winding me up.
'Yes Alex, he said there is a surprise waiting to. Doesn't help with my nerves though.'
'Maybe someone famous will be joining you' she said excitedly
'Yeah maybe, he said It's for a fashion event so it's most likely that I'd be the only model' My nerves were already taking over.
Sez left, wishing me luck on her way out.

It looked like I had the rest of the day to prepare and relax myself. I read the rest of The Great Gatsby. I mentally prepared myself for tonight's shoot. Time when by exceedingly fast and it was already 6pm, Alex said to meet him at the studio at half past. I carried out the usual routine of getting ready. Loose clothes and no make-up. Hair in it's natural form.
I made my way over to the studio where I was greeted by Alex


'Elo again' his cockey accent forever the charming sound.
The studio was empty apart from Lou, the stylist I had met earlier in the week. Alex had told me she had styled many celebrities and that she has mainly taken on the role as One Direction's stylist.
'Is it just me then?' I asked, I was fully aware of no other models or celebrities. Was this just one on one shoot.
'No, no' he chuckled. 'Like I said I have a surprise for you Effy'
I can honestly say I was slightly worried by the tone of his voice when he said this. My nerves crept back in and consumed me.
'Don't be scared' He chuckled again. I felt offended by his amusement which occurred from my fear.
'Lads you ready yet??' He shouted into the distance. Before I could even move or ask who he was calling five familiar figures walked round the corner.
'Effy, One Direction. One Direction, Effy' I shook their hand whilst uncontrollably trembling.
They all greeted me with such manors, I wasn't even that shocked, you could say I was just always embarrassing myself.
'You alright, Effy isn't it?' Niall asked curiously.
'Er yeah I'm fine' I lied. I was petrified, His Irish accent soothed my nerves and I began to relax. I chatted for a couple minutes with all of the boys before the shoot.
'Come on guys, lets get started' After Lou had styled us all we began. I wore a pair of high waist black leather trousers, with black straight across the chest top. It was very similar to Sandy's attire from the film Grease. I did a few shots with each of the boys individually.

'alright, alright I'm ticklish' I got on really well with Niall.
'Looks like Niall has pulled' Louis and Zayn wind him up.
'Are you seeing anyone at the moment?' Liam asked.
I chuckled nervously 'No I'm not, my career is all I need to focus on at the moment' I replied
'Smart girl' Niall added.

After the shoot I invited all the boys back to mine to meet Sez and to chill. They reluctantly agreed. When we arrived they all introduced themselves to Serena, they were their polite usual selves and Serena well, she was just herself. You couldn't fault her though.
I found I got on with all of them, all of them except one. Harry. He was preserved, similar to be yet he was so confident. He was beautiful non of the less. Something familiar about his face grasped my attention and caused me to stare.
'Can I help you?' he said rather abrupt. I was making drinks for everyone whilst Harry sat on the kitchen side on his own, fumbling with his fingers. He seemed troubled, broken. He wasn't acting anti-social at the shoot, he was enjoying himself. Well that's what I thought.
I felt anxious all of a sudden, worry fled over me. 'Oh er I'm sorry, I...er.. I was just looking' God I'm such a fool, such a fool.

I carried the drinks into the lounge, it looked like Niall and Serena were getting pretty comfortable. They all gathered on the one sofa and watched movies. I suggested a few but I think Niall picked some sort of horror. I noticed Harry made his way back to the kitchen. 'Anyone want snacks?' I asked. I took orders and skipped into the kitchen.
'Are you ok?' I asked him.
'I'm fine' His tone was cold and I didn't care for it much. I felt like I had trespassed on something unknown, he didn't want his feelings revealed. Yet I couldn't help but wonder why.
'I'm going to head off. Thanks' again his tone was cold, harsh. He made his way to the door and I followed, He shouted goodbye to the rest of the group, I watched and waited for him to get into his car. He glanced behind as a he drove off and then just left. I noticed how green his eyes were, mesmerizing. He was so quiet, I though he was charming at first but he seemed so pessimistic. I came to the conclusion I didn't like him much and thought it best if I was to start a friendship with the One Direction boys, I best stay clear of Harry Styles.

The days past by quietly and quickly. Serena was in and out experiencing London, I on the other hand stayed in most days. For the one the weather was as depressing as my mood. Talk about pathetic fallacy or what?
Alex rang as usual, he seemed a bit forward but I couldn't help but assume that he had taken on the role of more than just a tour guide and co-worker. He said I was the 'big thing' now. I'll take that as a compliment I suppose. Although the word 'thing' didn't really seem like one.

I sat on my window ledge and observed the bustling streets. You could see the markets just down the road from my apartment and watching the locals run in and out, slanging their cockney accents around never failed to amuse me. I'd drank at least 4 bottles of water in the space of an hour and a half, some kind of water diet Alex put me on. Nothing harmful, just every couple of days only have one meal in the morning, then drink water for the rest. I couldn't help but think that it wasn't doing my skin or body any good. Just damaging my bladder further as I desperately sprinted to the toilet to unload gallons of water.
I returned to my view, and bought my Ipod and docking station out onto the balcony to ponder in the musical sounds of The Rolling Stones. Oh Keith Richards, if only.

Notes

Heyyyy, I'm feeling very updatey today. I know that isn't a word but this is the second time I have updated. I hope that people are still reading.
Means a lot. Please let me know what you think by commenting, I'd love to know if you like it or not.

Isla x