“I'm so proud, babe.”
She looks so confident as she smiles at the camera. “Yeah, well, I was tired of letting people control my life.” She holds her head up high, and I love how free she looks.
“Look at your phone.Now.” I send her the link, and when she starts screaming, it’s safe to say she got the message.
“Holy shit!” Quinn drops her phone, and I think she’s jumping.
“Right!” I let out another squeal and my entire team laughs around me. We watch the rest of the video, and he mentions the rest of The Eight, so I text the group chat, and my phone blows up as all of their messages come in.
Being that we're all in his upcoming show, we've met him a few times, but hearing he has hiseyes on me?!
I let out a squeal, and the girls laugh at me again.
I keep texting in the group chat after my hair and makeup are done, and as much as I’d love to sit and text my girls all day, I tell them we need to get on a group call later tonight and tuck my phone away.
My baby models get their hair and makeup done, and the rest of the boys come in later, but once everyone is in, I voice my new idea, and as Jordan said, no one is against it.
I have Trey, one of the guys on my outfit crew, run out and find some cute lingerie for the girls, and considering we’re in NewYork City, it only takes him an hour, but in the meantime, we film.
The contest consists of three to five outfit changes and one video. Filming is my strong suit since I vlog almost every day, so when Stel and I won the vote to add a video to the contest, I was ecstatic.
When Trey makes it back, I have everyone change and as I look around the room, I smile to myself at how good everyone looks. I glance over at myself in the mirror, and I feel good…prettyeven, but as I stare too long, every curve and stretch mark makes me feel like I need to crawl out of my skin. I blink the sudden tears out of my eyes, and when I glance around the room, a few people are smiling at me, but their gaze is suffocating, so I walk off to the bathroom.
Resting my hands on the sink, I force myself to swallow the sour taste in my throat, but all I can think about is how much I ate last night. I skipped breakfast to compensate for it, but as I watch my reflection, I feel bloated. I rush to the toilet and force two fingers down my throat, throwing up everything in my stomach.
I blink the stinging in my eyes and rush to wash my hands when someone knocks on the door. I take a deep breath and paint a smile on my face as I turn and open the door.
“Hey, you okay?” Annet asks gently before her brows furrow. “It sounded like you were throwing up. ” She watches me carefully, and I give her a bigger smile.
“Yeah, I feel better.” I walk off before she can question me and keep my smile intact as I grab a piece of gum. “Okay, let’s take these pictures.” I glance around the room for our photographer, but Liam isn’t in sight. I debated giving him a minute, but we honestly don’t have time to waste today, so I go in search of him.
The only trace of him on the second floor is his helmet, so I know he didn’t leave. I decide to check downstairs, and as I make it to the last few steps, my eyes land on his back.
He’s wearing his jacket as always since it’s pretty chilly in here. He holds his phone to his ear, and my eyes trace the tattoos covering his hand. I glance down at his other hand, which is also covered in ink, and my mind wonders how far his tattoos go.
He’s always covered since he isn’t in any of my pictures, so he doesn’t walk around shirtless like the other guys, but his neck is also drowning in a dark design.
“Is she okay, though?”
I pause at the last step, hearing the worry in his voice.
“Okay, sowhatdo you need?”
My brows slightly raise at the sudden shift to annoyance in his tone.
“I already told you I can’t go. Call me if there’s anactualproblem.” He ends the call before whipping around, and my feet forget how to function when his heated gaze meets mine.
“Is everything okay?”
He lets out a tired breath before running a hand through his blonde hair. “Why do you keep doing that?”
“Doing what?”
“Asking me if I’m okay. Why do you care?” His words aren’t harsh, but his genuine confusion surprises me.
I shrug, not entirely sure myself. “I just do? I care about everyone…”
He watches me for a second before brushing past me. I turn on my heels and follow him up the steps.
