Gotta Be You - A Harry Styles Fanfic

Photo shoot - Part 2

A/N: Hello my lovlies! Another update for you! And this one's longer than usual so give me extra looove;) this chapter has a...shocker in it! It'll be completely out of the blue and I doubt any of you would have ever thought of it but I wanted to make it happen so I did:D no...they did not have sex. Yet. 0.o...

Anyway, as you can probably tell I'm in a bit of a crazy mood considering it's quite late but I'm just gonna give you the chapter and hope you enjoy it!

Comment, fan blah blah blah! Love you all!

Oh, and there's a picture on Part 1 of this chapter of who's laying Jennifer!

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                    "Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! Cole, I want you to lift Leila up so she's got her legs wrapped around your waist and I want you to lean in and bite her lip, pulling it back slightly as you do so. I want sexy, sexy, sexy without being hoochy."

I couldn’t help but notice the weird look Cole gave me when the photographer used my cover name instead of my real name; the name I’d told Cole to call me when we first met. That was probably a mistake but I couldn’t exactly tell him that I’d lied and my name was Leila because, first off, why would I lie about my name? And, secondly, he’d probably think I was a bit strange. Ignoring Cole’s questioning gaze, I thought about murdering Jen when she got here. I have no idea why I said yes. Maybe because I thought it would be a good once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Or maybe it's because I am mentally challenged. Most probably the latter. 

Jumping up and securing my legs tightly around Cole's slim, toned waist, I leant in to kiss him but ended up throwing my head back in laughter when he pulled a funny face. The camera flashed repeatedly as the photographer cried out in pleasure, something that I was becoming quickly used to as it had even a common occurrence in the past five hours. Yes, we'd been shooting for five hours. I couldn't help but feel sorry for the boys. I doubted very much that they wanted to spend one of their few free days watching me do a photo shoot, although the looks adorning their faces said otherwise. At least, four of then looked happy and content; Harry on the other hand looked, well...like he was about to knock someone out.

Although I'd tried to ignore him, it was becoming increasingly hard with all his huffing and muttering of incoherent words. Mostly aimed at Cole, who was currently standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my mid-section, kissing my neck gently, causing me to giggle. 

Harry looked none too pleased and continued to send Cole death glares, although I was pretty sure Cole was focused more on the shoot and less on the boy he thought was my employer. At least I thought so. 

Ten minutes after finishing our shoot at 7pm, Cole gave me a huge hug and congratulated me on ‘doing an awesome job.’                    

          “Seriously though, you were as good and as beautiful as any other model. You did a really great job; have you ever considered packing in your job as an assistant to the stars and become a star yourself?” He joked, giving me a playfully punch on the arm and the rest of the boys sauntered over. I couldn't help but feel a bit of smug satisfaction as I saw the scowl that seemed to have taken up a permanent residence on Harry's usually gleeful face. 

I didn't get my hopes us by thinking he was jealous because what were the chances of that? Pretty much nil.  Having noticed Harry's unappreciative stare, Cole smirked. "What crawled up his butt?" He whispered in my ear, causing me to giggle. It was extremely hard to pretend I was nothing more than Harry's employed assistant when I was around someone like Cole. Someone with whom I hoped to spend lots of time with and become great friends with. Hopefully I'd be able to tell him the truth soon as I hated I lie to people in general, let alone someone who I'd felt a though I'd known for years.