Melody's P.O.V:

I can't believe I'm standing in London this very second! I thought to myself. Who would have guessed that my parents would actually agree to ship me over to London? I'm not saying I'm a bad daughter or anything; I actually have pretty good grades, if you consider straight D+'s as something…the thing is I'm not into the whole thing called "studying." I rarely have time for that ever since my mom started putting me into pageants which was when I was about six years old. She always said I was meant for them, but me I never really did like the whole pageant thing.

Finally when I had the courage to tell my mom I didn't want to do pageants anymore it broke her heart, so when she was about to cry I told her I didn't want to do pageants anymore because I was more interested in modeling… yes I know I shouldn't have lied but I couldn't stand seeing her cry. All the experience I had in pageants helped me in modeling. I did a lot of fashion shows because my mom knew a lot of people in the fashion industry. They said I could make it far and then one day my mom got a call from London. A designer was interested in having me model in his runway show. He said his friend showed him some pictures of me when he went to a fashion show of mine and said that I was just what he was looking for. So there you have it, next thing you know I'm in London, and I didn't even get a saying in it. My mom just said you're going and here I am… alone.

I entered the big building that had fashion written all over it. This must be the place I'm supposed to be at. I didn't even need the address to know that. Then a man maybe in his late 30's came up to me.

"You must be Melody Hazel; I'm John Phillips, the designer of tonight's fashion show," he said. Then he went blabbing on about all his achievements and yada yada…I know I can sound a little mean but I could really care less about all of these fashion things. I've been so stressed practicing and practicing, trying to figure out everything there is to fashion, good thing it was summer though so no homework to fail but it seemed like if one day I could really just explode from all the stress, but hey, now I'm in London, I get a break from all of that and finally show off my hard work. My hard work which I care nothing about. I was snapped out of my thoughts when he grabbed my arm and was making me follow him.

"Um excuse me but where do you think we're going? "I asked.

"Your modeling for my fashion show today honey," he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Wait, wait, wait," I said stopping him. "I was never told I was going to be modeling today, I was just here to introduce myself."

"Well you are going to be introduced to the whole world today," he said. He looked at my confused look and then went on "look our model Sarah got the stomach flu today so there is no way she is showing up, we need someone to replace her and if I were you I'd be honored by this opportunity to model in today's runway show, it takes other models years before they can step on that stage it will only take you hours, so what do you say?"

"I umm…"

"Great it's settled, Your in! Now follow me so we can get you ready." He said with a smile.

I can't believe this! He didn't even give me a chance to answer; before I knew it I was in the changing room. They had taken off all my makeup and made me change into a white tank top and what seemed to me like booty shorts, they said that I wasn't allowed to be in my normal clothes because when I took it off it would ruin my makeup which was almost going to be put on. With the tank top and the shorts it would be easier for my makeup not to get ruined and the clothes were easier to take off. The lady had forgotten her make up kit in the other room so she left to go get it.

I was in the room alone now looking at myself in the mirror. This really gave me time to look at my features closely for the first time. You see I'm not really the type of person that looks in the mirror often but today I would make an exception. The tank top and shorts I had really showed off my body. I had a small curvy waist, a perfect flat stomach (exercise helped on that), perfect legs, I guess you could call it the perfect body; I had a heart shaped face, my skin tone was not to pale and not to tan it was just the perfect mix. I had long blonde golden locks which complimented with my blue eyes and of course I had long eyelashes. I was between 5'4 ft. and 5'5 ft. Yeah I know it's not model size but hey I walk really well!

The lady came back in, and started working on my makeup. I had sparkling pink eye shadow mixed with a Smokey eye. She then put on my eye liner, then blush, then lip stick which was pink with lip gloss over it; it had the smell of cherry. Then she added a design with some pink and white rhinestones at the left side of my face. I was so amazed by how my makeup turned out. Next was my hair. She curled my hair and then teased the top, she then put my hair to the side making it into a messy elegant bun with small braids curled around it and then let some loose curls fall. I had tiny rhinestones around my hair too. Now that that was finished I would have to wait till it was almost time for the show so that I could change into my fashion dress because I don't want to get it dirty or anything. I decided to go to get a cup of coffee to wake me up, so I went outside that room to the coffee table down the hall. As I was serving the coffee into my cup someone bumped into me spilling it all over my shirt.

"Oh… my… gosh!" I said, well more like practically yelled! The coffee was so hot and now it was all over me! I looked up only to see a guy with wavy-ish hair or bieber-ish hair you could call it. He was chuckling, why was he chuckling?

"I'm sorry didn't see you there …but technically this is your entire fault, but don't worry I know how you can make it up to me." He said looking at up and down at me slowly with his brown eyes.

"My fault? You're the one that practically went running into to me! If this is anybody's fault its yours! " I said. Gosh he was so immature.

Liam's P.O.V:

"Whoa calm down there, I didn't kill anyone," I chuckled. She was so damn hot when she was mad.

She went yelling on and on about how I was an idiot, so irresponsible, and other things but I wasn't really listening. I was focusing more on how beautiful she was. Her face was so angelic looking, like nothing I've seen before but I easily got distracted from that when my eyes started trailing down to where the coffee had landed on her shirt making it see through.

She must have noticed because she quickly wrapped her arms around herself.

"You're so immature you know that?" she started walking away, but of course I quickly followed her.

"Hey, you don't have to pretend with me, I know you want me, so let's just get this over with," I winked.

She stopped and turned to face me "Never and I mean NEVER in my life would I want to be with someone like you!" she poked at my chest.

Playing hard to get huh? Don't meet many girls like that.

"Hey, you know I'm just kidding right? Let me make it up to you by giving you anything you want," I gave her a warm smile.

"Okay, what I want is for you to get out of my sight," she said moving me to a side and walking away.

"Nice meeting you too!" I laughed to myself.

I was hoping to see her again. Who knows what the future can bring?