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The day was busy off rip, you woke up to your manager at the door. Runway days were always extremely busy but today was one of your biggest shows yet, the first show of le spectacle multiple.

Tonight's show was Gucci's show, you've modeled for them once but never for a show this big.

you were back in your hometown for what felt like the first time in forever. you moved when you were five, your parents wanted to raise you in LA for better opportunity's as you got older. But being back home made you want to move back, you visited semi often for shoots and whatnot so at least you knew there would still be work.

But today you had no time to think about that at all. Today was filled with getting ready, you had meetings, fittings, rehearsal, and more.

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Finally, you were able to relax for a minute after running around all day, you sat in a chair, people filled the room around you. It was time to start getting ready for the show. The actual runway itself would last about an hour, showcasing four different looks per-girl.

Excitement flowed through your veins as you felt the flick of a makeup brush against your eyelid, people behind you combing gently through your hair.

Talking filled around you, crew members getting the outfits set out, girls talking to reporters and amongst themselves, but it was all muffled to you. Whenever you were getting ready for a show nothing else around you mattered, it was just you and your thoughts.

Everything went swiftly, your first look was perfect, and the look all tied together amazingly.

Everyone lined up, the talking behind the curtain went quiet, the lights went low and then came the queue to begin walking.

The high from the runway falls as you and your manager walk into the after party.

The afterparty consists of media and everyone who was invited to the show.

It was pretty much routine at this point, you were ready to be asked about your thoughts on the looks you walked in and how you thought the show went.

As you were behind a camera you noticed a tall build with long blonde hair. Something about him stood out to you, his eyes were kept steady on you, watching as you answered the questions.

For a second you almost let him distract you, something so interesting made you almost completely lose yourself in front of the camera. Your focus was quickly brought back by the interviewer thanking you for your time, you nod your head as you make your way back to your manager.

"What happened there y/n?" she asks. "I don't know, I'm sorry." you reply. "All good, it wasn't bad. It's been a long day." she says as she rests her hand on your lower back.

You never got distracted like that ever, you were always on your A game.

You glared at him over and over, annoyed at how he caught your eye so easily.

Once you arrived back to your hotel you threw on your robe and ordered room service right away, you never really get a chance to eat at the after parties due to the constant talking you have to do.

You open up your phone for the first time in hours, you open your instagram and repost what you were tagged in by Gucci. Just underneath your mentions from Gucci there was a new follow, the blonde hair in the profile caught your eye once again.

You clicked on the profile, revealing the identity of the mysterious blonde-haired guy from the after party.

You looked into him for a solid amount of time, you discovered that he was an artist by the name "2hollis" you listened to one of his songs before your food came, you didn't mind the song - you actually kind of liked it.

You ignored the follow, he had already taken far too much of your attention, there wasn't room for him to take anymore.

You repeated the same process as yesterday, you had an interview today, fittings, and more meetings.

Tonight's show was YSL, one of your personal favorites. They were one of the first big brands you had worked for, they always took the best care of you as well.

As you walked through the doors of the after-party fans were lined up, cameras flashing, people screaming, you greeted a few of them, but you didn't have much time.

You waited at the bar area for a glass of champaign, as you did the tall boy came beside you.

"HI, y/n?" he says, holding his hand out to shake yours. "Yes, hi!" you reply.

"I'm Hollis and this is my manager, we saw you on the runway and I'd love to have you in a music video if you're able."

Here he was, stealing more of your attention. Something about his presence was so intriguing, mysterious even.

No matter how much you stalked his social media yesterday it was still like you knew nothing about him.

"Oh, thank you. I'm pretty booked out at the moment, but I'll have my manager reach out and look more into it." you reply.

Your words weren't a lie, you were very busy at the moment. But you probably could make time for it, you just didn't want to. You were still so hung-up on the fact that he had stolen so much of your attention, if the interview wasn't over you could've completely said something stupid.

You didn't mess around when it came to your career, you had dropped people before because too much of your focus was taken away. If someone doesn't respect your work, it's not what you want in your life. And while he probably has no ill intention you still couldn't take the risk.

You handed him your managers card from your purse and politely walked away. Throughout the rest of the night you could feel his eyes heavy on you, it was like they were drilling a hole through your back. You didn't let it get to you. You watched the clock, waiting for the night to be over and the stress to be off your back.

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