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love.

love is fucking scary i don't care what people say.

and i first figured that out this morning, when i had asked austin, the man i love, if he wanted to go to my runway, not actually expecting him to say yes.

the thing is i was kind of hoping he'd say no and that he was busy, because the only real main reason i asked is because he's my boyfriend.

and it was a small shock when he accepted the offer saying he has nothing to do today.

and it's not that i don't like him or anything, but as a runway model my biggest goal is to not get distracted.

and him, watching me, is a big fucking distraction.

because i'm only going to think of him, and what he thinks of me, what will he think of my job? will he critique my 'skills'?

now he's seen pictures of me on the runway, even going as far as liking and commenting on the pictures.

but it's completely different when it's real life, present time.

and currently, i'm backstage.

austin is somewhere out in the crowd doing god knows what while i'm getting my hair and makeup done.

my hair is pulled into a side part and it gently put into waves, while the makeup artists focus on a more natural look so it doesn't pull eyes away from the actually dresses i'll be wearing.

the manager of the event comes in and claps her hands repeatedly, i send a nervous glance to gigi who's sitting next to me.

"hurry up ladies! althea you're next, get your dress on!" she yells and claps her hands again, before ushering out of the room.

immediately the makeup artists run and help me stand up, practically ripping the robe off of my body that hides my dress.

i slip on the shoes that match the dress and everyone does they're final touches on me.

"good luck thea." gigi says, hugging me gently.

"thanks." i whisper and i make my way to the entrance of the catwalk.

a crew member nearly bumps into me as i walk by and they mutter a series of apologies before scurrying away.

i sigh, everyone is nervous around here.

today we're doing a runway fro ralph lauren, and my first dress is a simple white halter neck dress, personally it's not my style but i don't really get to choose around here.

the crew members next to me give me the signal and i make my way onto the catwalk.

the song skyfall by adele becomes louder as i near the loud speakers and i begin my strut, walking in long, powerful strides.

i remember what my mom taught me,

keep your head up thea

shoulders back

you need perfect posture

and i do exactly that, not letting my eyes stray to the audience that somewhere sits austin.

when i near the end i do a slow turn around, before placing my hand on my hips, and as i walk back, i turn my head to the audience.

as i exit they all clap and cheer, and i finally have a chance to breath.

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in the midst of thirty-minutes my hair has already been slicked back into a bun with at least a gallon of gel to hold all my fly-aways in place.

the makeup artist applies a deep purple shade on my lips and i stand up, knowing it's my turn on the catwalk again.

as i stand up the silk robe drops and underneath is a gorgeous satin grey dress with a deep v-shaped neckline that accentuates my boobs in the perfect way.

oh gosh austin will love this.

it's paired with simple white heels and as i slip them on i'm guided back towards the entrance.

and instead of the song skyfall playing it's government hooker by lady gaga.

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okay so i don't have the link to this song at the top of this chapter but if you want to go on spotify and skip to the end for a better effect, that's completely okay.

time stamp is 3:42 :))

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and i laugh because the lyrics aren't exactly nice.

but it's the ending of the song and if your a true lady gaga fan, like me, you know it's the best part.

i'm nearly pushed onto the stage and my worries disappear as i strut along with the beats of the song.

my worries float away as this is what i love to do as stressful as it is, and i smile.

my eyes don't exactly make a mistake when they drift down but they're met with a familiar pair of blues that i could recognize anywhere.

for the first time since the runway has started i see austin, he's grinning while clapping and i notice that he's holding what seems to be a pamphlet, and what looks like, his camera.

i shake my head in disbelief, a small blush peaking out from my cheeks.

he's wearing a black button up with grey trousers, but the first couple buttons are undone, letting his chest peak out.

i flicker my eyes away from him, knowing if i stare any long i'll completely forget that i'm on a stage in front of at least a two hundred people.

and ironically enough when the background vocals say 'pick up and turn around' i turn my body, doing a slight pose with it.

i make my way to the exit and when i'm hidden a breath i didn't know i was holding in escapes.

and i wipe the imaginary sweat from my forehead as i make my way to the chair.

that's it. that's the end of the show.

and to be honest i'm relived considering I'm already tired enough.

everyone says a few things to each-other before people start to pack up so they can head out.

but i sit at my vanity, wiping off the caked on makeup.

from between the little curtain that protects us models, austin's head peaks through and when he notices i'm the only one left he comes in.

we make eye contact in the mirror and i send him a smile along with a wink.

he drags a chair to where i'm sitting and sits down in it, next to me.

i finish wiping off the excess makeup and i turn to him, the silk robe slightly dangling off of my shoulder, exposing the silk dress i still have on underneath.

his breath hitches and he glances down quickly before meeting my gaze again.

"so what did you think? first runway and all." i ask and he laughs.

"you did great baby, you really are good at it." he complements and i smile.

"but did you see gigi? she did so great, better than me!" i say and he just gives me a soft smile.

"no not really." he answers and i quirk a brow.

"what do you mean?" i ask.

"i was really only paying attention to you." he says in complete honesty, along with no hesitation.

i grin, a slight blush forming, and then i lean in, giving him a little peck on the cheek.

"thank you." i say with a nod and he smirks.

"it was all you baby, all you."

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