Chapter 57

*Payton's POV*I wake up to my obnoxious alarm going off, signaling that today has finally come, the day of my Victoria's Secret Fashion show.

It was 5am, and I was already having knots in my stomach. I groan and reach to turn my phone's alarm off, which is still going strong after about 30 seconds of realizing that I have to actually get up. I turn my alarm off, and turn around to face Brooklyn, who still had his arms wrapped around my waist.

I let out a frustrated groan and close my eyes again, feeling them get heavier and heavier once again.

"Well good morning to you too," he jokes, kissing my forehead.

"I'm so freaking nervous, I just wanna hide under the covers and hopefully miss the show," I bury my head into his chest, which made me feel slightly better.

"I thought you said you were fine, excited even," he said, referring back to our conversation yesterday.

"I was fine, but now it's real and the day is here and what if I trip or something? Do you know how many people watch that?! And it'll be on the internet too, and we all know that Ariana Grande will never live down getting hit with that wing, and this could be sooooo much worse for me! And you fed me chicken and fries yesterday!" I smacked his arm, which stung me really bad but I hid it.

"Ow! What did I do? Show you a good time?!" He rubbed his bicep where I hit him.

"Do you know how much weight I've probably gained?" I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to do the math in my head, counting the calories in and out.

"An eighth of a pound? You're fine, Payton. You'll probably be even better than the other models who have been doing the show for years. They hired you for a reason, you know. Now c'mon, you're gonna be late." He says, picking me up by my waist and setting me down on the ground. "Do you want me to drive you?" He asks, pecking my lips.

"No, it's fine, you can go back to yours and sleep since you probably don't want to be up before the sun right now," I laughed. "I'll be okay, they'll just have me in hair and makeup for hours on hours, and rehearse and stuff, it'll be a bore to be around.."

"You sure? It's not a bother, I happen to like being around you as much as I can," he winked.

"I'm sure," I smile. "You're coming to the show, right?" I look up at him, since he's taller than me by a lot.

"Yeah, my parents were invited and the siblings are gonna be with the babysitter tonight," he said.

"Then I guess I'll see you then," I winked before getting into my car. I didn't need to get ready, because they would do all of that there for me.

I drove to the show's venue, and parked my car in the reserved section. Once inside, I saw Cara, and held up my arms for her to hug me.

"Pappy!" She yelled, completely jumping onto me.

"Jesus Cara, I just saw you yesterday," I laughed.

"You nervous? I'm not, I had a shit ton of coffee this morning," she said, as we walked down to hair and makeup.

"I can see that," I giggled.

"You girls ready? Big day today.." My makeup artist Eddie asked, as I took a seat in the black foldout chair with 'Foster' written in white print.

Eddie's like the gay best friend you've wanted since you saw mean girls in middle school. He can listen, and give scary good advice, all while making you look perfect and runway ready in under an hour.

"I'm so ready, just feels surreal," I grinned.

"We all get that, but it goes away once you step on to the stage, all eyes on you, and adrenaline takes over," Miranda turned to me from her chair next to mine. I trust every word that she just said, she's been doing this for a few years now, and knows what she's talking about.

"Can't wait," I smiled. "Do you know how many walks I'm doing?" I asked Eddie. He usually knows everything about anything, where as I'm usually always clueless.

"Six walks, all with wings. You're going to look fabulous!" He exclaimed, starting to put makeup primer on my bare face.

My eyes widened with excitement. For a first year, I wouldn't of thought that I would be getting wings in every look. Only the best of the best got wings, and I didn't know how I got into that lucky hat draw.

I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face, despite numerous protests from Eddie, telling me that I would crease my makeup.

After a few hours of getting made up, and countless hours of rehearsing every possible situation that could happen and what to do if it does, people were starting to arrive and my heart was doing these retarded flips out of nervousness.

I was in my first outfit for the night, or if you could even call it an outfit, since I was basically half naked.

I was one of the first few walking out in the fantasy wear part of the show. Before I knew it, they were announcing the show to start, and Justin Bieber was performing as Candace and Miranda were walking out.

Oh god, I was next. Help.

I'm so gonna trip, and it'll be on the internet forever, I'll never live it down!

I took a deep breath and walked out, and like Miranda had told me, the adrenaline took over and I just kept walking to the end of the runway, then posed at the end, counted to three in my head, then walked back.

I took a big sigh of relief as I stepped off the stage, and a worker ushered me off to go change into my next outfit. This repeated for my six different outfits, (pic of all looks in media slot). All of the models came out at the end, for the end of the show, along with whoever preformed, which included Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, Rhianna, and Austin Mahone.

We all went back up the stage after it ended, and I completely collapsed against the wall, sliding down.

"Oh my god that was amazing, but so nerve wracking," I rubbed my temples as Cara slid down next to me.

"But sooooo amazing," she sighed.

"Alright ladies, good show, you can head out in about 10 minutes once the crowd clears," someone with a headset yelled, which probably meant that the person was important.

I slid back up the wall, as did Cara.

"Is Sean here?" She asked, with a sparkle in her eye.

"Yes," I sighed, "you need to get yourself together Carr, this is weird for me," I fake gagged. She just playfully pushed me.

"Hey Payton," Austin Mahone came over to where me and Cara were standing.

"Hey Austin, really good performance by the way," I smiled.

I've known Austin since last year's Coachella, where we happened to run into each other. We've kept in touch somewhat, but it's hard since we're not on the same continent.

"Thanks, same with you. You didn't trip!" He laughed, as did I. I told him about my fear of tripping a few weeks ago, when he told me that he was performing at the show.

"I was hoping I wouldn't, it all went by so freaking fast though!" I said.

He was about to say something when that same girl with the headset came into the backstage area.

"You all can leave and go on stage, most of the people left, good show!" She yelled again.

"I'm gonna go find my parents, you wanna come?" I asked Cara.

"As long as Sean's there," she smirked.

"Ew you're impossible," I laughed. "Nice talking to you, Austin, we'll have to catch up sometime," I smiled before walking around the stage and towards the front row seats.

Most of the seats in the venue were empty now, as all of the important people went to the after party.

"You made it!" I smiled, hugging both my parents. They've been stuck in the states, and didn't know if they could attend or not.

"We couldn't miss your biggest show, yet!" My mom exclaimed. "You were amazing," she smiled sweetly.

"Thanks," I said, as Brooklyn came into view. I said bye to my parents, and walked over to him.

"You didn't trip!" He exclaimed hugging me.

"Why is everyone so surprised by that?!" I smacked his arm.

"I'm.. not...." A smirk grew on his face.

"Yeah whatever," I rolled my eyes. "I have to go do some interviews, I'll be back in a few minutes."

"I'll be here," he winked as I walked away towards the interview chairs set up.

"Payton! So good to see you again! Mind answering some questions for us?" A reported that I'd done an interview with a few months ago said. Her name was Melissa Campbell, and she was one of the best in the business.

"Of course, I'd love to!" I smiled, sitting down in the chair.

"Alright, so what does it feel like walking the runway, knowing that millions of people are watching?" She asked, holding the mic in front of me.

"It's crazy, and surreal, but once you're on the runway, every ounce of nervousness goes away and adrenaline takes over, it's really amazing actually."

"Sounds incredible," she commented.

"Oh it is, really," I smiled.

"So was that Brooklyn Beckham that I just saw you with? You guys are back together?" She smiled an insisting smile.

"Back together?" I laughed, "I didn't know that we were--"

"Uh, Payton I think your interview's done now, c'mon," Sean dragged me away, but I resisted to move much.

"What? No? What did she mean? That's ridiculous," a thousand thoughts and questions circled my head.

"Um, nothing, it's nothing, c'mon we're going out to dinner," he tried pulling me away again.

"No! Not until someone tells me what she was just talking about!" I crossed my arms, starting to get annoyed at the secrecy.

"Payton, it's for your own good, let's go." Sean said finally.

"Do you know what she was talking about?" I walked up to Cara, who wasn't too far away.

Obviously if Sean had to pull me out of an interview, the matter had to be important.

"Um...I.." Cara stuttered at the sudden on-the-spot-ness.

"Will someone just tell me what's going on? What's the big deal?"

Everyone just stood there in silence, afraid to speak.

What the hell's going on and why is this such a secret? Whatever it even was....