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The Marigold flower represents a passion, a creativity, but underneath the beauty of such an alluring flower, it is difficult to ignore the cruelty, the jealousy and the grief.
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The next day I feel a lot better, lighter. But I don't know what to do about Harry.
I get ready to leave my apartment for the long day ahead and just throw some joggers, a hoodie and a pair of trainers on. I grab my usual backpack and go down to the street.
My Dad had ordered me an Uber and texted me to say it would be here at 10:30am. I know Harry said 1pm to my Dad, but as a model you always have to be two hours early.
When Harry said 1pm, he meant start running things at 1pm, which means all the glam team had to be finished with me before then, which is therefore why I have to be at the venue for 11am.
The drive to the venue is pretty smooth, and when the car stops and I see the building, I get a swarm of butterflies in my stomach.
The posters that are framed on the edges of the doorways are the billboard pictures Harry showed me yesterday, and I still can't believe it's me.
I walk into the room Harry has booked for the show and,
It is so beautiful.
The actual structure of the events room is so beautiful and classic, with a huge, delicate-looking chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The roof is inflected upwards and has incredible intricacy to it's designs. The gold interior reminds me of a classic ballroom, or something you would find in a palace. It's exquisite.
However, it is greatly contrasted to the structure of the seating area arrangements and the catwalk. It looks almost as if the room was sliced in half and it goes from a beautiful, period ballroom, to a modernised display room. The bright white lights and silver, mechanical structure, it looks fucking amazing. Although, I didn't expect any less from Harry.
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I stare at it in complete awe before I feel someone walk up next to me.
"Fucking brilliant isn't it"
Rosie.
As soon as I recognise her voice, I briskly turn to face her and frantically pull her into a hug.
"I'm so fucking sorry for yesterday, I was out of order speaking to you like that and I-"
"Honey, it's fine, Harry told me what happened." She comforts me sympathetically.
"He did what?"
"Said you had some fight with Louis, put you in a funny mood. Honestly, I don't blame you, we were acting like two teenagers, should've booked a hotel room or something." She giggles.
I take a deep breath, lifting a tension from my body. I'm just glad Harry didn't tell her I had a full-on meltdown and couldn't stand to be in the presence of another person.
"So, we're okay?" I ask her carefully. I know I said I had trouble accepting help from Rosie at first, but I could never stand to be on bad terms with her.
