You lean against your boyfriend, hiking your leg up into the booth which isn’t a easy task with the hideous shoes they stuck you with. It’s your first photoshoot together and you both have come to the conclusion that neither one of you are fit to be models. For every good photo, there are about ten where you’re making hideous faces at each other. You’re just too goofy to be serious. “You should wear leather more often,” You say, tugging on the jacket that Harry’s wearing with a smirk, “It makes you look badass, and I love it.” Biting your lip, you lean in and place a kiss on his cheek, the moment being captured by the photographer. You’re sure that it’s one of the few that will make the cut.
"Woah," Liam breathes, his eyes widening as you walk onto the set.You look incredibly classy, dressed in a blush pink dress with simple black pumps, thankful that your photographer had a more conservative idea for this shoot. He holds out his hands for you to take and pulls you in, pecking your freshly glossed lips, "You look amazing." Smiling up at him, you sigh, both excited for today and nervous for your first photoshoot. You’ve never really been good in front of a camera, though Liam insists otherwise, but management insisted on doing this shoot for Seventeen Magazine. He can sense your anxiety and wraps a comforting arm around your waist. "Come on, babe," He says, ushering you towards the couch that seems so out of place in the wooded area you’re in, "You’ll be just fine."
You let out a high pitched squeal as Louis makes another advance towards you, prompting you to hide behind one of the many trees nearby. You’re in a beautiful meadow, doing a photoshoot for your two year anniversary. All you wanted was a few nice pictures of your and your boyfriend, so naturally Louis hired one of the best photographers in London. “Gotcha!” He says, bending down and lifting you up onto his shoulders effortlessly, as if you weigh nothing. You shriek and thrash around a bit, insisting that he put you down, though he knows you secretly love it when he does things like this. The two of you look like lovestruck teenagers, and you’re excited to see how that conveys on film.
"This should be painless," Niall murmurs, looking at the setup for your photoshoot: a plain grey background and a wooden table. Sighing and shaking his head, he smiles at you sympathetically, "I hope." You chuckle in spite of the fact that you hate, borderline loathe having your picture taken. As soon as the photographer notices you two, she ushers you onto the set, seating Niall on the chair and you on the table. You’ve never felt more awkward in your life, not knowing how to pose, whether or not to smile or what in God’s name you’re supposed to do with your hands. "Jesus, get me out of here," Niall groans, hiding behind your hair and peeking his face out a bit at the camera. You laugh at your goofball of a boyfriend, resulting in a rather adorable picture of you two.
You’re absolutely taken away by how sexy your boyfriend looks, covered in dirt and sporting a sleeveless jean jacket. Lou was instructed to make him look like as much of a bad boy as she could, and boy did she ever. The theme was lust and seduction, which should be easy given the circumstances. Zayn always takes photoshoots very seriously, so his smolder is on point today. He grips your arms roughly and pulls you against his chest, causing you to gasp and closer your eyes. The sexual tension between you two is borderline unbearable, and he’s doing this on purpose. You lightly place your hand on his neck, wanting nothing more than to drag him off the set and home to your flat. You make a mental note to do more photoshoots with Zayn.