Don’t Let Me Go: Harry Styles and Ariana Grande, Part 3
Louis was driving through the streets of Los Angeles and keeping his eyes careful on the road, tapping his fingers to a song he was humming. He obviously was a happy scout whereas me, I’m still quite nervous about the job interview. Louis pulled up in front of a tall building that had glass windows covering most of it and the front entrance had a sign that labeled ‘Conrad Photography Studios’. He turned off the car and turned to me. “You got this, Haz.” Louis said with encouragement. “One question, why am I at a photography studio? When I know absolutely nothing about photography.” I questioned my best friend. “You took photography class in high school but you most likely forgot about that. But I still think you got the skills you had back then so I believe you will make it through.” Louis grinned, giving me a pat on my shoulder. I guess he was right; I only got a B in my photography class so this could possibly be my lucky chance. I sighed and took a step out of the car, heading in.
Entering the building, looked pretty busy and yet full. A worker was either assisting someone or on the phone and I had no idea where to go. I tried to follow the signs in the hallway that I heard the clicking of cameras and the sound of people talking, to find at least one room that had to be an office. This door to a room was open wide, having a white background and a spotlight that shined on a girl who looked familiar. That face I’d see on the cover of magazines such as Seventeen or Teen Vogue. I always thought she was a beautiful girl, no actually- more. She was simply and completely stunning with those locks of shiny and caramel looking hair that was put into a half up half down look as it flowed down her back like a waterfall and those pretty big brown eyes that made it so hard to not admire.
“Who’s this we have here?” I hear a voice, losing place in my fantasy. It’s the photographer. He got out of his seat and made his way towards me. “I think I may know who you are. You must be Harry, Harry Styles? I heard you were in need of a job if I’m correct?” the photographer pointed out. All I did was nod, in which I thought was a stupid idea to just do that. I had to say at least ‘Yes’. “Well let’s see if you got the skills we need. Here’s our lovely model.” Having to take photos of a stunning model was when my nervousness grew more and more, making my eyes go wide. Plus having many eyes and a professional photographer putting their eyes on you can make you even more nervous.
With shaking hands, I tried to focus on the model and getting the perfect shots and angles while clicking away the button on the camera. I pulled away from the camera as I took a deep breath when I looked at the photographer and he seemed rather impressed when he saw the photos of the model I have taken. There was even a smile that was lifted from the corners of his mouth. “These are quite the excellent photos, Mr. Styles.” “T-Thanks, I’ve taken classes.” I managed to finally say. “They must’ve taught you well… What do you say about working with me? You can be this model’s photographer.” Right when he said that, a smile plastered on my face while happiness and joy overwhelmed me. “I would appreciate working with you, Thank you.” After that, I knew I had a feeling that I’m going to be smiling all the way home, knowing I’ve gotten the job.