liv was duplicity’s new photographer and she had to go and check in with the main singer, harry before her first show. she looks on her clipboard to find harry’s room number and she walks down the halls until she finds it. 505.

liv could hear smashing and clattering from coming inside the room. what the hell…? she could smell the cigarette smoke from out here… she knocks firmly and waits for an answer

“wait!!” she hears a deep voice yell from inside, assuming it was harry

she waited patiently outside the door and she taps her pen on her clipboard. the door swings open to reveal harry, but there was fresh cuts on his face and on his hands, a cigarette dangling from his lips

“uhm.. are you okay?!” liv says, her face filling with concern.

liv was the sweetest girl ever. like a little bunny rabbit with a cotton ball tail and a pink nose. this was not the band that a girl like her should be working with

harry rolls his eyes and snatches the clipboard out of her hands “m’ fine little bird…” he mumbles, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and puts it between his fingers, reading over the clipboard “what’s your name and where are you from sweetie?”

she points to her name on the clipboard and underneath had her profession “uhm… i’m liv.. liv brooks and im from daytona” she says shyly holding up her camera, fiddling with her hands and picking at her nail polish

“ah.. a daytona baby huh..?” he says smirking and looking at her with his dark green eyes

harry raised his eyebrows and have her a once-over “you.. are gonna be working.. for us?” he says slowly, clearly not believing her

liv nods “yes sir..”

harry smirks at the word sir and wipes some blood off of his face “why don’t you come in babydoll..? ill make you a cup of tea..” he says as he holds the hotel door open for her