The Replacement Program - Harry Styles

Chapter 2

            I truly didn't expect to receive a phone call like that from Laura. Sure, we sometimes talked about the prospect of me expanding into American territories, but I didn't think she would actually pull it off. America, and the modeling industry in America, is a big business, one I always dreamed of being apart of, but never having that opportunity within grasp. I'm not sure which strings Laura pulled, but at this moment I had never been more proud to call her my manager. With an expansion like this, both her and I had the chance to become household names, and grow larger with the ever-developing business.

I pulled my suitcase out from the closet in my little studio apartment, unzipping it to let it air out before I packed my clothes. Walking back into my room, my phone alerted me of an incoming email. Opening the app, Laura's itinerary and checklist for the trip popped up on my screen, saving me the hassle of over or under-packing as I usually would. My phone beeped twice, incoming texts from Laura flowing onto my screen. We leave tomorrow, 2PM you have to be out of the apartment, flight is at 6:30PM, I'll send a car round for you! I smiled, feeling excited and slightly nervous at how quickly the trip was approaching. Thanks Laur, see you tomorrow! I messaged her back.

Shuffling through my closet, I began taking down clothes from the hangers, laying them on the bed to create outfits, layering jeans and shirts over each other. Around half an hour into packing, I reached onto the top shelf in my closet, looking for the box of jewelry I kept, when I accidentally pulled a frame down, which hit me on the head. I groaned, feeling my head throb where the frame successfully hit me. The frame had fallen on the floor, but due to my carpeted flooring, had managed to stay intact. I picked it up, flipping it around, my eyes falling on the old picture of Harry and myself.

It was a picture his mom had taken of us from the first day he began to work at the bakery. He cuddled up to me, wiping flour on my cheeks, and the both of us were laughing, having a great time just being with each other. Suddenly feeling bitter, I shoved the picture frame back up on the shelf, wanting to block out the memories of my past. I couldn't afford something like that now, not when my big opportunity was less than 24 hours away. I owed it to myself to forget Harry Styles, at least for the duration of my stay.

Closing the closet door I took a look around the room. I walked over to my bed and zipped up my two suitcases I would be travelling with, and walked them to the front door of my apartment so they were ready to go for tomorrow. I read over my checklist from Laura for a third time, making sure I packed absolutely everything, feeling satisfied, I walked back to my bedroom to grab my cellphone and charger and headed back to my couch where The Little Mermaid was set up in the DVD player, waiting to be watched. I grabbed the fluffy blanket from the end of the couch and covered myself, settling down.

As the opening credits of the movie began to play, I felt my phone start to buzz from under me, the Twitter notification alerting me. Somebody had posted a photo from one of my previous shoots and mentioned me in the caption. I smiled, and responded to the tweet, and began to scroll around my Twitter timeline. I smiled at some of the tweets that showed up, liking some, until one tweet in particular caught my attention.

Louis Tomlinson: LA Bound! ✈️✌🏻

So Louis Tomlinson would be in LA at the same time as me? Would that also mean the rest of the band would too? Including a certain curly-haired boy? My thoughts were running wild as I began to panic over the situation. For a few minutes, I panicked, and began to stalk Harry's profile to see if there was any news from him, however the last tweet he has published was from 6 days ago, and it was just a classic black and white photo he had taken. It was very aesthetically pleasing and I could tell he was using his classic camera his mother had bought from him as a going away present when he announced he would be going on his first tour.