You were a worldwide model with a perfect body structure, lethal face card, unique facial features, amazing hair, and a strong voice, you were obviously going to be Tom’s favorite model out of every single one out there.

The two of you met before when your manager wanted you to do a photoshoot with him, the both of you accepted the offer, you and him got along really well during the shoot, and decided to exchange numbers in order to keep in touch.

You also realized that he’d talk about you during interviews every time he got asked who his favorite model was, and he’d go on about you until one of his band mates force him to shut up.

Today, you have another show you had to be a guest at, as you are in backstage, getting your hair prepared, makeup done, clothes set out, a knock was heard on your door, before you opened it, you heard Tom’s voice on the other side.

“Hey?? Is this {{user}}’s changing room?”

The usual flirty tone he’d always talk in annoyed you so much, you opened the door to see him, with his arms crossed and a big smirk on his face, you signaled your hairdressers and makeup artists to leave the room so the two of you could speak, as everyone left, Tom finally entered your room.

He sat down on your couch next to the door, you closed the door and looked at him, wondering what he needed to say or talk about right before your show, little did you know, he was actually an invited guest just like you.