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Model Behavior
Moira.
Moira was given the task of taking some shots of the preparations the following day. She was mulling about backstage to show the designers working on their garments and around the runways to show their construction and varying differences between set designs. It was more exciting than shooting in a field by herself, but she just wasn’t as passionate about it so she took frequent breaks to just look outside the tents and into the city of Paris.
She had never been to Paris, and probably never would have been able to if not for this job. She hadn’t really had a moment to get into the city to take pictures. Luckily, she was going to be off early so she finally could go and do just that. She loved the architecture of Paris and she knew it may be cliché, but she was really excited to go to the Eiffel Tower to take pictures of it and from up in it. As the day wore on she found it more and more difficult to concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing and nearly ran right into one of the models in Louis’ show as they changed.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbled, turning the other way.
“No need for that.” She froze at the sound of Harry’s chuckle and flushed all over. “I was hoping to run into you, though not exactly literally.” He joked, causing her to turn and face him.
She regretted it instantly because she had failed to notice that he was naked from the waist up when she nearly plowed into him. She averted her eyes from his toned torso immediately to stare at the roof of the tent. “I’m sorry, I was zoned out and didn’t see where I was walking.”
“Well, if you really are sorry, you can make it up to me after we leave today and let me take you out again since you left so suddenly last time.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not? I honestly thought it was cute.”
She blushed darker remembering how she doused him in water. “It’s not that, though I’d like to avoid another humiliating moment.”
“What is it? Is it me?”
She moved her gaze down at the serious tone of his voice. He actually looked a little hurt. “No, it’s not you.”
“So then why not let me buy you dinner?”
“I have plans.”
“Oh.” He cleared his throat awkwardly and started buttoning up his flannel. “I see. I’m sorry … I’ll stop pestering you.”
“Not a date.” She squeaked out, though she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to clarify that but she was happy it made him smile softly. “I was going to go take pictures of the city.”
“Oh. Well, why didn’t you say? I’m very familiar with Paris. I could show you all the beautiful sights.”
“You don’t need to do – I mean, I have a map marked and, I mean, I Googled it …”
“You can’t Google beauty … it’s in the eye of the beholder. As a photographer, I assumed you would know that. I know the best places, places that aren’t on that map of yours. Besides, I speak French. Do you?”
“Um, no, but I bought a pocket translator …” She said, pulling it from her bag.
Harry grabbed it despite her protesting and flipped through it. “Ce ne pourront tout simplement pas faire..”
“Uh, what?”
Harry just chuckled and smoothly tossed the book across the room to where it landed in the trashcan as though he did that sort of thing all the time. “Those are worthless. I’ll reimburse you with dinner.”
“But, I really don’t -”
“Do you ever go out and have fun, Moira? I feel like you are the type to never let your hair down. I’d like to change that.”
“My hair is down.”
He rolled his eyes. “You need to loosen up.”
“I can’t. When I do that, bad things tend to happen. People get drenched in water and I break my arm falling onto pavement.”
“I think your clumsiness is possibly one of the most endearing qualities about you. Don’t worry, I won’t let you hit the pavement. Meet me out front when you’re finished.”
“But …” He turned away before she could come up with another reason not to. She knew this was bad. She was going to screw it up. Again. She always did. She walked over to the trashcan and saw her translator and frowned. She didn’t know he could speak French and perhaps that would be valuable and, yes, he knew the city but … She knew it was useless to argue. He was persistent and unrelenting. She’d just have to suck it up.
When she was wrapping up for the day, she waited while Niall looked through her pictures and sang her praises about catching both stills and action shots that so accurately displayed the mayhem that served as a prelude to the biggest fashion show on the planet. She’d have the next day off so more work could be done and she’d come back the following day to shoot a little more. He excused her to go with a knowing smile and she knew Harry must have told him that they had another date. She just looked down and hurried out to the front with only slight mishaps over wires and thin air.
“Ah, there you are. I was about to come in after you.” Harry said, smiling at her.
She wondered if the cameras of the paparazzi ever got annoying because she certainly didn’t enjoy them as he greeted her. She thought she actually might get blinded by all the flashes. “Um …”
“They’ll probably stay with us most of the day.” He said, sadly, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his tight jeans. “You look good in mint.”
She looked down at her mint blouse that was stuffed into her high-waisted jeans and blushed. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Ready for a Parisian adventure?”
“I suppose.”
“It’s good you’re wearing pants.”
“Why?”
“Because we are taking this.” He motioned to a sky blue, vintage looking Vespa parked on the side of the street. Sensing her panic, he grinned. “If you hold on tight, nothing bad can happen. They don’t even go that fast.”
“But … it’s …”
“Here’s your helmet.” He said, smiling as he slipped on a light pink retro helmet. “Now that looks perfect you.” He slipped on a white one that looked just like hers and kicked his leg over the seat. “Come on.” He said, muffled by the shield of the helmet. “Don’t you trust me?”
She wanted to answer in the negative, but she saw that he was trying to impress her, for reasons she couldn’t fathom, so she simply nodded and shakily climbed behind him. “We’ll go slow?”
“We’ll go slow.” He promised. “Hold on tight.”
She had never been to Paris, and probably never would have been able to if not for this job. She hadn’t really had a moment to get into the city to take pictures. Luckily, she was going to be off early so she finally could go and do just that. She loved the architecture of Paris and she knew it may be cliché, but she was really excited to go to the Eiffel Tower to take pictures of it and from up in it. As the day wore on she found it more and more difficult to concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing and nearly ran right into one of the models in Louis’ show as they changed.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbled, turning the other way.
“No need for that.” She froze at the sound of Harry’s chuckle and flushed all over. “I was hoping to run into you, though not exactly literally.” He joked, causing her to turn and face him.
She regretted it instantly because she had failed to notice that he was naked from the waist up when she nearly plowed into him. She averted her eyes from his toned torso immediately to stare at the roof of the tent. “I’m sorry, I was zoned out and didn’t see where I was walking.”
“Well, if you really are sorry, you can make it up to me after we leave today and let me take you out again since you left so suddenly last time.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not? I honestly thought it was cute.”
She blushed darker remembering how she doused him in water. “It’s not that, though I’d like to avoid another humiliating moment.”
“What is it? Is it me?”
She moved her gaze down at the serious tone of his voice. He actually looked a little hurt. “No, it’s not you.”
“So then why not let me buy you dinner?”
“I have plans.”
“Oh.” He cleared his throat awkwardly and started buttoning up his flannel. “I see. I’m sorry … I’ll stop pestering you.”
“Not a date.” She squeaked out, though she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to clarify that but she was happy it made him smile softly. “I was going to go take pictures of the city.”
“Oh. Well, why didn’t you say? I’m very familiar with Paris. I could show you all the beautiful sights.”
“You don’t need to do – I mean, I have a map marked and, I mean, I Googled it …”
“You can’t Google beauty … it’s in the eye of the beholder. As a photographer, I assumed you would know that. I know the best places, places that aren’t on that map of yours. Besides, I speak French. Do you?”
“Um, no, but I bought a pocket translator …” She said, pulling it from her bag.
Harry grabbed it despite her protesting and flipped through it. “Ce ne pourront tout simplement pas faire..”
“Uh, what?”
Harry just chuckled and smoothly tossed the book across the room to where it landed in the trashcan as though he did that sort of thing all the time. “Those are worthless. I’ll reimburse you with dinner.”
“But, I really don’t -”
“Do you ever go out and have fun, Moira? I feel like you are the type to never let your hair down. I’d like to change that.”
“My hair is down.”
He rolled his eyes. “You need to loosen up.”
“I can’t. When I do that, bad things tend to happen. People get drenched in water and I break my arm falling onto pavement.”
“I think your clumsiness is possibly one of the most endearing qualities about you. Don’t worry, I won’t let you hit the pavement. Meet me out front when you’re finished.”
“But …” He turned away before she could come up with another reason not to. She knew this was bad. She was going to screw it up. Again. She always did. She walked over to the trashcan and saw her translator and frowned. She didn’t know he could speak French and perhaps that would be valuable and, yes, he knew the city but … She knew it was useless to argue. He was persistent and unrelenting. She’d just have to suck it up.
When she was wrapping up for the day, she waited while Niall looked through her pictures and sang her praises about catching both stills and action shots that so accurately displayed the mayhem that served as a prelude to the biggest fashion show on the planet. She’d have the next day off so more work could be done and she’d come back the following day to shoot a little more. He excused her to go with a knowing smile and she knew Harry must have told him that they had another date. She just looked down and hurried out to the front with only slight mishaps over wires and thin air.
“Ah, there you are. I was about to come in after you.” Harry said, smiling at her.
She wondered if the cameras of the paparazzi ever got annoying because she certainly didn’t enjoy them as he greeted her. She thought she actually might get blinded by all the flashes. “Um …”
“They’ll probably stay with us most of the day.” He said, sadly, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his tight jeans. “You look good in mint.”
She looked down at her mint blouse that was stuffed into her high-waisted jeans and blushed. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. Ready for a Parisian adventure?”
“I suppose.”
“It’s good you’re wearing pants.”
“Why?”
“Because we are taking this.” He motioned to a sky blue, vintage looking Vespa parked on the side of the street. Sensing her panic, he grinned. “If you hold on tight, nothing bad can happen. They don’t even go that fast.”
“But … it’s …”
“Here’s your helmet.” He said, smiling as he slipped on a light pink retro helmet. “Now that looks perfect you.” He slipped on a white one that looked just like hers and kicked his leg over the seat. “Come on.” He said, muffled by the shield of the helmet. “Don’t you trust me?”
She wanted to answer in the negative, but she saw that he was trying to impress her, for reasons she couldn’t fathom, so she simply nodded and shakily climbed behind him. “We’ll go slow?”
“We’ll go slow.” He promised. “Hold on tight.”
