‘God, look at the new guy’ Harry whispers to Louis. ‘Talk about a nervous wreck’
‘Of course he is, who wouldn't be at getting the opportunity to shoot me?’ Louis replies, voice muffled as he tried to find his way out of his jumper.
‘Cute though’ Harry murmurs, tilting his head. Louis finally finds his way out, flicks his fringe and squints in Harry’s eyeline.
‘Not your usual type’ Louis comments, trying to find his missing shoe.
‘Nah, but he is yours’ Harry grins, receiving a playful swat before trying to retaliate.
‘Don’t damage the goods’ Louis chastises, ‘this body is worth millions.’
Harry rolls his eyes, ‘Whatever, just get ready before nervous guy ends up weeping’.
Despite finding his shoes it takes Louis ages to amble his way onto set, after having a chat with Jenny about her sister’s new job and trying to find change for the vending machine so he could get a diet coke. He is just kicking the machine when someone sticks their head round the door and nearly gives him a heart attack.
‘Um, could you, um please come to set. We’ve been waiting a bit’. Nervous boy’s face was very Disney Prince Louis decides, being well acquainted thanks to his sisters. He has light brown hair flicked into a little quiff at the front and dark eyes. Louis decided he was quite adorable and the best course of action was to embarrass him.
‘Is the photographer ready yet?’ he asks, leaning back onto the machine and opening his diet coke with a hiss.
‘Um, I’m…’ the boy began, looking confused.
‘I think you might want to change your outfit mate’ Louis continues, ‘cause this season is all about stripes’ he gestures grandly to his own be-striped form, ‘and you are sadly lacking’.
The boy looks down at his own plaid shirt, and straightens it awkwardly. ‘I’m not a model’ he mutters. ‘I’m the photographer’.
Louis raises an eyebrow. It was a good trick.
The boy blushes, the tint spreading all the way down his neck. Louis reckoned it went further down and almost leans forward to undo a button.
‘So, if you wouldn’t mind’ the boy smiles, motioning to the open door and causing Louis to nearly slide off the plastic.
‘I would not mind at all, handsome new photographer’ Louis beams, raising his can to the boy and gesturing to him to go first before pausing to watch him go. A gesture with no ulterior motions, he told himself, just his impeccable manners.
Harry let out a sarcastic ‘Thank fuck’ upon seeing Louis. Zayn just rolls his eyes and grumbles about Louis being a princess. Louis shoves himself between them and winks at Niall, who is trying not to laugh behind the laptop.
‘Ready darling?’ he laughs.
‘This takes time’ Louis flings a hand towards his face.
The photographer appears from behind the screen.
‘Hello’ he begins uncomfortably. ‘I’m-‘
‘Do you come here often?’ Louis interrupts, voice very serious.
Harry elbows him. ‘Stop being horrible to poor Liam’
Louis winks. ‘Ah, perfection has a name. Liam. Lee-Yum’
Liam makes a face. ‘Yes, so now we all know each others names, can we begin?’ he moves back and grabs his camera, fiddling with the lens.
‘He’s strict’ Louis stage whispers to Zayn.
Zayn tries not to smile, but Louis catches him. ‘Don’t smile; it ruins your bad boy image’.
Zayn growls and bares his teeth before collapsing into laughter.
Harry looks put-out at being left out so jumps onto Louis’s back, his long legs dangling onto the floor.
‘Ooof, you weight a ton Curly’ Louis informs him, ‘models eat nothing, you are letting yourself down, the whole of modeldom down’.
‘We’re male models’ Harry tells him, rather unnecessarily in his opinion. ‘Not as much focus’.
‘Speak for yourself’ Louis huffs, trying to throw him off. ‘This shoot is for bloody Vogue, we are hot new talent’
Harry slides off him and rather gracelessly onto the floor. Zayn kicks him because he was there.
‘Ouch’ Harry complains, rolling around. ‘You two are supposed to be my friends’.
‘This is playful roughhousing’ Louis assures him, ‘bonding, if you will’.
‘So where do you want us’ Zayn asks suddenly, looking up at Liam.
Liam is fiddling with his camera. ‘Done’ he says, looking up with a brief smile before returning back.
The boys all look at each other.
‘But we haven’t done anything’ Louis complains.
‘Just mucking about’ Zayn adds.
‘I liked it’ Liam shrugs. ‘It was natural and I love the shots.’
The boys all hurry towards Niall, who is flicking through the images on his laptop.
Zayn pretending to growl fading into his beautiful face smiling, Harrys’s pout at being ignored and Louis in every other shot, grinning and flirting.
‘Rather a lot of you, eh Lou?’ Harry teases.
Louis pretends he isn’t blushing.
Niall looks up at him, curiously. ‘Oh’ he hums before turning back to the screen.
‘Oh I like this one’ Zayn moves in front of Niall and clicks backwards. It was of Louis, just after Harry had fallen off his back. He was looking down at Harry with a cheeky expression on his face, eyes lit-up and skin glowing.
‘Awh, a bit of a crush?’ Louis teases.
Zayn whacks him over the head. ‘Forget I said it then!’
‘Nah, thanks mate’ he smiles. ‘It is a good shot’. He yawns. ‘I’m dead. I want to get this stupid jacket off and get into my comfy clothes and sleep the afternoon away’.
Harry nods in agreement and slopes off to call a taxi.
Louis moves towards the changing curtain and kicks off his shoes, wincing as the expensive leather squeaked traitorously. He is just wiggling his way out of his trousers, and cursing his arse when he hears a polite cough.
‘Um, Lou…Louis’ Liam quickly corrects himself. ‘Got a minute?’
‘I’m half naked behind a curtain, I have several’ Louis bites his lip to stop himself laughing at how cute Liam is.
‘I wondered if you might want to, like I know you are very busy…and you have Harry and I’m not sure what- anyway-‘
‘Liam, I am nearly changed’ Louis warns him mischievously. ‘And despite your gorgeous face and body, I will not wait forever’.
It is quiet for a moment and Louis nearly sticks his head round the curtain when Liam did it instead.
‘Shame’ Liam grins mischievously, upon finding him dressed.
Louis laughs in surprise. ‘Aren’t you a turn up for the books?’
Liam ducks his head, rubbing at his jaw. ‘You make beautiful photographs’ he speaks quietly but confidently.
Louis feels himself tumble into smitten. ‘I’m not cheap’ he warns him.
‘Neither am I’ Liam replies, ‘maybe we’re a good match. Coffee?’
Louis picks up his bag and follows after Liam, chatting all the way down the stairs and into the street.
‘Now, Liam. Harry says I couldn’t ever be a glamour model but I could – right? I already have most of the figure for it, and he’s just jealous because the world hasn’t yet invented a pair of trousers that can hold onto his bum without a belt’.
Liam just laughs at him and clutches at his hand and if Louis’ heart skips a beat- who was to know?
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