Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I could do without [rih]

-Shout // Tears For Fears
 
I apologise in advance for how terrible my styling sets will be. We all know (well anyone who has seen any of my sets knows) I have a quirky, unique and unconventional style which would not actually work in real life. So yeah sorry.
 
Isabella Allen; December 12
 
“Darling you are going to be late.” Adrian announced his present in his usual dramatic fashion, where one minute I’d been standing in front of my full length mirror totally alone, the next he was lounging on the armchair I kept in my walk in closet precisely for him.
 
“Really Adrian?” I turned towards him, eyebrow cocked, “I wasn’t aware.”
 
“You should probably check your watch or something then.” His eyes were sparkling mischievously like they always did when he teased me. Which honestly was quite often.
 
“You are not helping.” I snapped at him, returning my attention to my reflection. “Not in the slightest.” I really wanted to make a good first impression. Though really I’m sure tardiness wasn’t the best of one a terrible train wreck of an outfit would be worse or so I imagined.
 
“Isabella Allen.” Adrian scolded softly, his reflection rising from it’s chair, “Stop it.”
 
“Stop what.” I muttered self consciously refusing to meet his eyes, even through the reflection.
 
“Stop over-thinking silly.” I bet he was rolling his eyes as he said it, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, “As always you look amazing.”
 
“Really?” I asked, finally meeting his eyes even if it was only in the reflection.
 
“Do I ever lie to you about how you look love?” He asked, expression on his face like the thought offended him. It probably did honestly.
 
“No.” I shook my head to emphasise the point.
 
“Well then you look hot,” He said, cheeky grin breaking across his face, “Your legs look especially smoking in that skirt.”
 
“Oh stop it you.” I batted at his arms. Unfortunately his grin just grew and he leant forward to smack a sloppy kiss onto my cheeky.
 
“Get off,” I giggled, twisting and turning until I finally escaped him arms, “Now hurry up or we really will be late.”
 
“We?” He asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.
 
“You’re coming with me duh.” I said distractedly as I gathered all my crap and shoved it in a handbag, “I need your spectacularly charming manner to stop me making a terrible first impression.”
 
“Are you sure I won’t just draw attention away from you?” He asked, puffing his chest up though in a (mostly) joking manner.
 
“If you do, all the better.” I rolled my eyes
 
“Umm I’m a little bit confused about that logic to be honest.” He look genuinely confused and therefore adorably cute. Though it also gave me the sudden urge to hug him. Common occurrences when Adrian looked confused actually.
 
“I’m there for my skill not my personality and if I manage to slide under the radar well then that’s a bonus for me.” I shrugged, grabbing my tube of lipstick for one final coat, “Best case scenario I’m the unremarkable girl with the crazy best friend.”
 
“You are remarkable though.” He said, completely sincerely which I’m not going to lie did make me feel quite proud.
 
“Thank you love,” I smiled at him softly, “So are you coming or not?”
 
“Of course I am.” He rolled his eyes, “I would never miss a party, especially one where I get to rub elbows with important people.”
 
“Well then let’s go.” I said, flicking the light off and making my way to the door, waiting for him to catch up.
 
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He rolled his eyes, following after me though stopping at one of the shelfs to grab something off a coat hanger.
 
“What you got there?” I asked curiously as Adrian finally emerged into my room, “A jacket for you.” He smiled charmingly, holding out a leather jacket towards me, “It’s cold out there.”
 
“Thanks love.” I smiled at him, taking it from him and shrugging it on because even if I didn’t feel cold right now Adrian had a sense about weather so I trusted him.
 
I could do this. I could totally do this.
 
There was absolutely no way I could do this.
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I couldn’t do this. There was no way I could do this.
 
Everyone was kind of milling around, some people chatting, others looking all aloof and important.
 
I stood next to Adrian, clinging onto his hand as if my life depended on this. This show was a stupid idea. Adrian was the people person with an amazing eye for fashion. It should be him on the show and me silently supporting him. Not the other way round (even if his support wasn’t very silent)
 
Adrian was a magical wizard, because that’s the only explanation for him knowing exactly how I felt “You can do this. Remember.” He leant down, whispering in my ear.
 
“I can’t do this.” I leant up on tip toes to whisper back, “You can.”
 
“Babe your the brains I’m the pretty, remember.” He kissed my temple before his eyes scanned the room, “Hey look it’s Bridget.” He told me, eyes lighting up in recognition.
 
“Bridget?” I questioned, since I knew a few Bridgets. He didn’t have to answer though because I followed his eye line to see Bridget Price approaching me.
 
“Bridget?” I called quietly when she was close enough to hear, “You’re doing this also?” I asked. Which well duh. Though Adrian was here and not so that was you know reason enough to question.
 
“Of course.” She answered in her typically blunt Bridget fashion, “You two as well.”
 
“Not me, just Isa here.” Adrian grinned cheekily, before pressing a kiss in my hair, “I’m going to go try and rub elbows on your behalf.” He teased me cheekily, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
 
“You’d do anything.” I rolled my eyes before adding, “Please don’t embarrass me.”
 
“Never.” He winked as he walked away, Bridget watching on in fond bemusement, the general state of people’s reactions to the two of us.
 
Bridget had sourced some items from my store a few times, which was how we’d met, and in return I’d asked her to find me a couple of items I’d needed in the past. She was someone within the industry who I could honestly say I liked. Which meant I suddenly felt a lot calmer about this whole thing.
 
“Not allowed to enter as a team?” She asked suitably sympathetic, one of the few people that knew how Adrian and I worked.
 
“Unfortunately not. Though he’ll basically be getting me through this single handedly.”
 
Bridget nodded in understanding before sighing “I suppose we should go deal with people,” She waved her hand, sounding slightly distasteful, “Get on the producers good side or something.”
 
“Yeah.” I nodded as she began to walk away, “Well are you coming or not?” She turned to ask, eyebrow cocked, “Don’t make me deal with them on my own.” Which made me smile because well similar conversation with Adrian earlier replayed in my head.
 
“I would never dream of it.” I teased, following her through the crowd of people.
 
This was a bad idea. A suitably bad idea.
 
But I couldn’t back out now.
 
And ok I really didn’t want to.
 
Because I could do this.
 

[Mentioned @kkerry if I got something wrong or you wanted the relationship to be different lemme know and I’ll fix it. WHY DID SHE COME ACROSS SO INSECURE. ITS FRUSTRATING BECAUSE IM TRYING TO FIX THAT AND I CAN’T. So I’ll just try harder to get the fake confidence across next story. I’M EXCITED FOR THIS RP. PM me for a collab and if you want to be friends/enemies/indifferent/relationship ideas comment or again PM me yeah?]