Dirty Bastards 👑 🔞 {Larry Stylinson/ ZAYN}

Chapter 12

Harry's POV:

The model was standing on a wooden the lather in a red flowy dress.
Hair down , curling at the end. A breathtaking view.

She took one leg off and pointed it in the air on the side one arm thrown over her head.

"Chin up!" I said.

She did as I told.

"Now arm above your head, face turned to the side!"

She tried to do as I told her to, keeping her balance with one leg in the air.

"More graceful! Try again!"

I saw her frown and do it again this time better.

"Joe! The fucking lightening! I want more! I want more glow!"

"Yes boss!"
The man rushed in to act as I told him to, behind me.

"Not enough! More! Yeah. That's it. Good. "

I gave him a thumbs up.

"Now bend your knee, pull your dress up! Your legs towards me."

I took a few more photographs and put my thumbs up.

"Okay. Done. The other one now! Quick!"

My crew rushed in to change the background and another model walked in, dressed in a purple kimono. A short jet black wig on.
Hair a dark curtain on her unnaturaly pale skin. Almost white. With red lips and eye make up.
She looked like a porcelain doll.

"Lay down on the floor. Head next to the books. Face up."

***

It's Saturday , yes, finally the weekend.
I'm in dear need of a break right now...
I brushed the beads of sweat bubbling on my forhead and concentrated on finding the right angle.

I'm thinking of going out tonight. I need to let it all loose.

I'm at work right now. Working on a shoot for a fashion magazine.
Their Spring cover.

I took one last photograph and looked up from behind my tripod with a sigh.

"It's a wrap guys! "

I shouted at my crew and the models with a thumbs up.

They all sighed and cheered in happiness.

"Good job babes!"

I said to the models shooting them a relieved smile.

I rolled the muscles on my back, making them crack and pop.

I hunched back on my camera, and took one last look at the shots.

I scrolled through each one of them, checking them out.