(Mike's POV)
"Mikey! You should get laid soon like seriously."
Why does his words always have an effect on me. Stupid brother of mine. I'm glad he stayed in Korea.
"Anyway, mother was asking about you the other day. you're still looking good. Even on the magazines. And fit as ever."
I stood up and walked towards the receiver. Scanning through all the other voicemails, I realized I had one today. The number was seemingly familiar and I pressed the play button waiting and hoping it wasn't Korean that greeted me.
"Mister Mike, I'm calling to remind you about your photoshoot tomorrow, the female model has been confirmed and it starts at 11 a.m. sharp, see you tomorrow."
Thank God the receptionist called. I almost forgotten about it. Its been so long ever since I had to do a photoshoot with a female. Usually I do them alone, advertising products or with other male models. I wonder which magazine my brother was reading, he did mentioned that I'm still fit... So I guess he must have seen my picture somewhere in Korea... Its... Nap time for me... Now...
I shot out of bed, and fell back just as suddenly. My head hurt for a moment or two. that's what you get for jumping out of bed and not lazing around. I looked over to my digital clock. Screw it. 30 minutes to 11. I'm gonna be late.
Changing and washing up took 20 minutes of my now very precious time. I was told off by Kurt many a times to NOT use my bike before a photoshoot. Apparently it "messes" up my hair. But well, Kurt's job is to make me look good in everything. And so, I didn't really bother about it that much. I was racing against time. Counting down the minutes I was left with. 3 minutes to 11 and I just managed to park my bike in the parking lot, running towards the elevator I was left with only 1 minute. I was going to be late. I couldn't be bothered anymore. As I got off from the elevator, I strolled into the agency, couldn't be bothered to run anymore. I was greeted with Mitchell smiling smugly at me. And I prayed hard that she wasn't the one.
"Miss Mitchell, please go get ready for your photoshoot with Miss Elaine and you Mister Chang, you're 3 minutes late" sighed the receptionist Molly. Mitchell whined and she winked at me. Sending shivers down my spine, when she was gone I turned to Molly.
"Sorry..." I smiled sheepishly
"The female model has arrived, she's currently getting ready with the help of Miss Tina. Mister Kurt is waiting for your arrival in the changing room. Good luck for the photoshoot."
Thank the heavens it was not Mitchell. I made my way into the dressing room. And Kurt practically flew to my side, he started rambling off about my hair, rambling about me being late, about Mitchell being acting like a bitch as usual... And lastly he said to me this,
"You know... I saw the model earlier just now... And I heard her name was Healey... She looka familiar though, I don't think she's new at this. Anyway just keep your head held high. You can do this. Now can you please change into this?" he said as he handed me my clothes. After changing and all that make up, I had to un-glue Kurt from me.
With that I proceeded to the room. We had to do a few commercials today, and knowing how long it might take, I mentally prepared myself. And that's when I first saw her. Her hair flowed down to her waist, light brown curls, the dress she was wearing went down to her mid-thigh and was befitting to her complexion. Black and red ivory dress on her pale skin. Her eyes light but somehow striking green. I on the other hand was decked out in a white and golden-ish tuxedo. The first commercial was for the Juiliard school, who would be having auditions for the music faculty.
I was told to "play" the piano as an accompanist, and Healey was sitting on the edge of the grand piano playing the violin, she didn't really need to pretend to play, she seemed like she knew how to. Easy as it may sound, the first commercial took about 2 hours before the principal from Juiliard school was pleased with it.
While changing to the next outfit, I over heard Kurt talking to the photographer.
"Healey Faize is the name she's using right? I thought her last name used to be Michaelis? Wasn't she a model since young?"
"Yeah, but Kurt, she went on a hiatus for some time. And she can be engaged, right?"
"No. She's not, I checked her information earlier, she's still single. And I heard after her photographer died, she just went off, just like that."
"Tayraus right? He used to be a famous photographer. Haha! Kurt are you a stalker?"
"SHUT UP..."
Healey Faize. The last name sounded like Italian. Whatever. Its not like... I'm ever going to see her again. The whole photoshoot went well and before we knew it, we were all in a bar for dinner. The whole crew was there, well except Healey, she said she had something on. And somehow she really does look familiar, the more I think about it the more I feel like I've seen her before...
I was biking home when it started raining buckets. And that's when I saw her. She was trying to hail a cab I presume. And she seemed like she was unstable. Had she been drinking? I pulled up in front of her. She was dead asleep on her feet. And drenched to the bone.
"Hey! Healey! Want a ride?"
"Mm..."
I had to help her up my bike and made sure over a hundred over times that she won't fall off. She muttered incoherently, and I had no idea where she stayed no matter how I ask, she just mutters and whimpers a bit. So I took her back to my house.
I had to call my butler Mister Kellerman to help Healey off my bike first, because if I get off first she might fall. She had a change in clothes, and was now lying on my bed. Obviously I didn't do the changing. The maids did. I didn't notice how small she looked like until a saw her sleeping in my bed. I sat on my bed next to her trying to rinse the sweat from her face as it seems like she was burning up. And that's when I heard it, it wasn't loud, bit it was clear, since there were no sounds to muffle it.
"Raus..."
It came out in a whimper or maybe something close. All her mutters were strained and filled with apologies and begging. Like she was on the verge of breaking apart. I couldn't take it anymore. I really didn't want to be in anyway eavesdropping, it just seems wrong and hearing what she was muttering, I was guessing it was that same old cliche love story where the girl gets dump and she blames herself or whatsoever. I've never been good at this... I was about to leave when her hand made a grab for mine.
"Don't leave me alone. Please..."
I was about to pull away, but in the end I ran my fingers through my hair and took my place sitting next to her, hoping and praying that all her nightmares and pain would leave and let her sleep soundly.
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