Chapter 3: Awkward Encounters
I was in the car with all the boys. We were riding a big van with dark tinted windows. Harry sat in the first row with Louis and Niall while Zayn, Liam and I sat in the second one. Scott had the backseat for all himself.
We are on our way to meet up with Nylon for the guys’ photoshoot. It is part of their publicity for their up coming album. I can’t imagine the wonderful clothes the boys are gonna wear. They are so lucky.
As I cut my daydream short and turned to them,I was in a slump to see the boys agitated for some reason. They look downcast. It was not the boys the girls are wailing in the streets. These were different guys.
“Hey, Liam.” I started since he was the nearest to me. This will be the first time I’ll be talking to this guy.
“S’up, Kal.” He replied with a bit of disinterest in his voice.
“How are you guys? You all seem a bit sour or something.” I ‘smartly’ explained
“It’s nothing. We all just had plans this afternoon and it was really a shame that we got booked again. Zayn was really looking forward to it.” Liam shared.
“Ahhh, so that’s the reason.” I let it out in understanding to the situation.
I can see why they are bummed. To be promised something and not fulfilling it in the end will make any teenager more or less would be disappointed.
I kept everything to myself the rest of the trip since they were not in the mood for anything at the moment. I got my trusty ipod again to turn on the tunes. I picked The Fray’s All at Once to lessen my nerves.
After a series of at least 15 songs, we made it to the shoot. The ride was long for us and didn’t do anything to lift the mood of the boys. I also personally gonna consult someone on the seemingly long traffic stops.
We arrived in a studio in the further edge of the city. I was told earlier that the shoot’s theme was edgy street rock. I bet it would look good on Zayn for most part but I still can’t see it on Niall. I always see him a a sweet kinda guy so I really hope the stylists are up for the challenge.
We further got in the place and I find myself in awe of the scene. People oozing with professionalism bouncing off from one corner to another accomplishing their said tasks. I can’t tell you more about the set. The set designers really did a fantastic job with the detailing. They made the studio look like a gig for some small time band. The guitars, the bass and all as props. I can’t simply put this to words but just imagine Scott Pilgrim meets Chemical Romance with the elegance of Queen. The room was colorful but embodies the soul of rock’n roll.
I did a quick thinking and I wonder why a pop band would have this sorta thinking why this theme but moment later, I also remember overhearing a conversation with Uncle Ben and Scott that the band is going into a new direction to get a wider audience and not just a novelty act. If I heard right, they are sorta that taking this rock theme with the mix of their classic ballads and funky tones.
The boys were guided to their own singular changing room in the back so that leaves me alone in front waiting for what surprises the stylists has in store for me.
“Hey, Kal.” Scott called me from far behind. I quickly rushed over him to asses his needs.
“I want you to give this to Louie” I bet that was Louis’ nickname. Scott gave an paper with a list of interview questions in it.
“Okay, sir.” I snatched it from his and was heading over to the back when I turned around.
“Excuse me, sir. But do I have anything to do after this ‘cause I really don’t know what to do afterwards.” I shamefully comply but I should really warn them of my outward carelessness.
“You can take a seat and watch the boys photoshoot.” I said then I turned way back to my direction and started walking.
“And ohh” I heard Scott yelled to my direction so I turned to face him one more time.
“Don’t call me ‘sir’. I’m only 32 years old.” He laughed. I smiled back and gave him a nodding thumbs up.
I walked further back and look for the door that had Louis’ name on it. I was in front of the door and opened the door fast. A glint of the male stylist in a large rack of clothes was the first thing I saw on the far right of the room. As I turn to face front, I was dead.
I was honored with the opportunity of seeing first hand Louis on his underpants and unfinished button down.
‘Fuck’ I thought hard. I froze at my position with my eye wide stricken. Any fan would kill to have a moment like this but all that was running through my head was the utter shittery I was in.
Louis turned to door’s direction and was equally surprise at the event. But seconds after he gathered himself and gave a wicked smirk.
“Like what you see?” He joked with a big smirk still on. Can’t he at least pull those trousers up?
I cleared my throat to gather my dignity and turned my eyes to a sofa chair on my left.
“Scott wants me to give this to you.” I held the papers out.
I heard rustling in the background so I think he already had the chance to pull his pants so that was my signal to look now.
“Thanks, cake.” He took the paper with that damn looped smirk on his face. I inhaled and manage to give him a smiling sign in return humoring him of my embarrassment.
“I have the boys review on this and we’ll have them review this later” He had a dash of humor to his tone.
“I was so sorry to bother you. Really I am.” I blurted out.
“It’s okay. Even though I was wasn’t expecting that, I was could say it was a pleasant surprise for me.” This guy is enjoying my torture.
“And I would say for you as well.” He added. This guy has an inner sadist to him.
I let out an embarrassing laugh and excused myself with the excuse of Scott calling me. I could not take this moment any longer.
“Bye, cake.” Is that nickname gonna stick? Because I never want to be referred as a tasty dessert.
While closing the door, I saw a hint of what I think was a blush for him or maybe it was just a hallucination.
I run down the hallway and luckily, run into the restrooms so I went in to asses my dilemma. I ran into Zayn on my way to the women’s. He just got out from the guy’s. From what I saw, he was still not finished with his get up. He was still on a white printed shirt with words Floyd in the middle. He also was wearing fitted jeans with tattered detailing and loose end boots.
“Are you okay?” He stated. He looked concerned.
“No, I’m perfectly fine.” I said wondering what the hell is wrong with me right now.
“Really? ‘Cause you look a little red to me.” I was in shock of statement. I should really get inside the restroom.
“Don’t worry about me and you have a shoot to worry more about?” I said ending the conversation fast.
“Okay but take care of yourself.”
“I will. Thanks”
Then he walked away.He was not really into this thing from the beginning so I pray more for him because he looked really sad.
I walked in the ladies room to see that it is empty. Maybe the commotion outside really heaped the workload out of here.
I look at the mirror and saw myself red like a radish. That incident with Louis really made a mark on me.
I splash my face with some icy water to cool my head off. This day is really taking a load out of me and it is 4 in the afternoon. I must do my best to stay focus and end the day with a good nod.
After I retouched my makeup, I went out to find a seat in front. I got my Ipod again to relieve some stress.
As thoughts run through my mind, I can’t help but replay the incident in my head. I did a lot of rethinking and I hope this doesn’t make things awkward around us. After giving myself a mental meltdown, I calm myself down.
But around the chorus of the song “Strip” by Chris brown. I can’t help but only think about his amazing physique especially his abs. I’m a sucker for abs. Damn, that boy.
I swear people would see me as a complete lunatic smirking away in seat about nothing.
15 minutes later, the crew called the shot to a start. People were hurrying to their positions as the photographer directed them.
And I could swear their wasn’t any other more dashing entrance. The boys went out oozing with sex appeal.