My eyelids flutter as you walk into the room, trying to keep my mouth closed to hide the pure shock on my face at the beauty that I’m somehow in the same building as. A model. I hear Niall snort beside me and I manage to rip my gaze off of you, I raise an eyebrow at him and he just raises both of his back at me.

How am I this obvious?

You finish your conversation with some of the photographers and before I know it, I turn my head and you’re stood right infront of us. I take in a deep breath and subconsciously hold it till I feel an ache in my chest where my lungs are practically screaming at me to just breathe.

I exhale through my nose as I listen to your soft voice. I don’t know if I’m biased already but I think my eyes are getting droopy because of how soft spoken you are. You look at me and I smile timidly at you, feeling my cheeks tremble a little with nerves. I open my mouth to talk but the words die in my throat as someone begins to describe our positions to us.

Before I know it we’re all perfectly positioned, my hand hardly even touching your waist. I’m just being careful incase I mess up your… dress. Right. You lean back a little, causing your back to almost touch my chest. I can’t do this anymore.

It seems like every time a photo is taken, one of the boys are blinking, accidentally cracking a smile or their hair is messed up. What are they doing? With every minute we’re in this position, my hand slowly becomes more comfortable holding you. Are they doing this on purpose?

“Niall, you blinked.” I hear the photographer say, his face hardened with frustration at how long it’s taking us to get this picture right. I lean close to your ear, feeling guilty for making you wait this long with these idiots messing it up.

“I’m really sorry about this.” I whisper to you, my hand gently squeezing your waist. Why did I do that? I mentally scold myself, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in any way.