BLACK LIVES MATTER

You were at your friends party, it was around 11.p.m. and you just started to feel those few shots kickin’ in.

“Let’s play Truth or Dare.” someone spoke. Even though it was a big party you and your friends separated to the outside lounge area.

“How old are we?13?” you asked.

“No, come on Y/n it will be fun,” your best friend spoke “and Harry will play too.” she leaned in for the last part making sure he didn’t hear from beside me.

“Yeah darling. Don’t worry I won’t dare you to jump off the roof. The worst thing that could happen is you getting drunk.” Harry spoke.

“Alright.” you said.

“Great. Also if you do get drunk and try to jump off the roof, I will be there to stop you.” he smiled teasing you.

“Let’s just play.”

The agreement said we take a shot before every round and take 3 if we didn’t want to answer the question or do the dare.

After about 30 seconds of playing you were already targeted.

“Y/n, who do you think is the best in bed out of all of us?” someone asked

“Other than me,” everyone chuckled “I would have to guess...maybe Harry.”

“Have to guess?” Harry repeated after you.

“Well yeah, I don’t know for sure, but I would be happy to find out.” you smiled as everyone laughed. 

Your best friend was in shock at your bold statement. And you were too, but you knew that anything said tonight could be blamed on the alcohol. You weren’t that drunk but you could play as if you were.

Harry’s cheeks turn red but his gaze doesn’t leave yours. “Maybe one day you will.” he said raising his eyebrows.

The game slowly continued. It took quite a long time for you to get asked again since there were 9 of you playing.

Between the round all of you were sipping on your beers to keep the tipsy levels high.

“Harry, I dare you to jump in the pool.” someone spoke. 

“What? No, come on. I don’t have any spare clothes. Give me another.” he demanded more than he asked.

“Okay party pooper, how about you get into some spear clothes by switching outfits with...” your best friends eyes searched the crowed but you knew on who the eyes will land “Y/n.”

Harry looked at you. You were wearing a yellow of the shoulder sun dress. He chuckled “I always wanted to wear a dress, let’s go darling.” He stood up taking your hand and guiding you towards the bathroom. 

You didn’t hesitate one bit because he was wearing a hawaiian shirt with some shorts, so it wasn’t that bad, and you wanted to see him in a dress.

He closed the door behind you and started unbuttoning the few buttons that were barely covering his tummy. 

“Come on love, what are you waiting for?” 

“Oh, I will need some help actually, the dress has buttons on the back and they are really hard to reach.” you explained tuning your back to him.

He started unbuttoning the dress, it was very thin, which meant you could pretty much feel his warm hands.

“Wait first you have to give me your panties.” he spoke stopping you from removing the dress.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, I need your underwear. I’m gonna be wearing a dress and I’m just not comfortable to go commando.”

You looked at his in plain shock and laughed “Are you serious? You aren’t wearing any boxers.”

“First of all love, I usually wear briefs, and second I didn’t expect to be sharing my clothes with pretty girls tonight.” he said with a little attitude but you still smile at the compliment.

“Wait, so if I’m hearing this right. You want to wear my thong, because that would be more comfortable?” you asked.

“A thong? Oh for gods sake Y/n. Why a thong?”

“Do you want it or not?”

He groaned reaching his hand out. As you placed your underwear in his hand he signaled you to turn around so he could change.

“To be real honest with you, I did imagine making you take your panties off, just not in this scenario.” 

“Oh, shut up,” you giggled “maybe tonight I’ll get to take my underwear off you.” you joked.

There was a little silence before he, without turning around, gave you his shorts. After putting them on, you give him your dress and put on his shirt.

Both of you turned around and you continued “Sorry, that was the alcohol talking, I don’t even...I’m sorry.” you placed your hand on his chest to regain balance from the turn.

“No no. It’s okay. I would actually really like that,” he said.

Your breath hinged and it felt like your heart skipped a beat. You looked at his eyes which felt a lot greener than you remember.

He leaned closer “and that was me talking, not the alcohol.”

You could feel his warm breath on your nose as he began to move closer.

It all happened in a second and your brain didn’t really have time to process what was going on. But his lips were on yours. 

He tastes like cheap beer and vanilla. It was something about him, maybe the final moment that you have been dreaming for for months, or maybe the fact that it all just felt really right despite all the shots and beers.

“Wait,” he whispered quietly pulling away just enough to speak “We shouldn’t do this.” 

“What? Why?” you asked. Oh my god. Is it because he doesn’t like you, is it because you are not pretty enough. Oh no the overthinking is kicking in again.

“I just think, umm...”he finally spoke “I think...that we are maybe a little to drunk for this. And I don’t want to take advantage of y-” before he could finish you put your hands on his mouth.

“You are not. I wanted this ever since I met you. I wanted you. This isn’t just a drunken hook up to me,” you spoke taking your hand of his face and laying it down on his chest.

“and I get it if you don’t feel the same, this can just be a one night thing. But I know you and I know that it isn’t. So just kiss me now, so I can finally take off my panties off you.” you smiled.

You were pretty nervous, this was your first ever Met Gala and Gucci decided to send Harry and you as their celebrity faces. You two are already friends since you have a song out together called ‘Baby Honey’.

“I’m nervous,” you said wiping your sweaty palms on the car seat.

“Don’t be love, you look stunning,” he smiled. You smiled back and answered “Thank you Harry, for the hundred time, you look  captivating yourself.” 

He smiled at your words and took your hand to stop you from shaking “What’s wrong? You have been to many music events and sang in front of millions of people. How is this any different?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just not ready for this part of the fashion world yet.”

“Oh, darling trust me, the fashion world is not ready for you.” he smiled so widely you couldn’t see how deep his dimples went.

After a few more minutes you arrived at the event and most people there were dressed normally, but then when you walked closer to the carpet, there were more and more people dressed in obnoxious colors and designs. 

The theme for this years Gala is ‘Camp’ and Gucci decided to create two completely different looks that perfectly complimented each other. He was wearing the black lace see through jumpsuit while you were wearing an big a-line white almost see through dress with many silver details matched with clear high heels and a silver crown.

As you two were walk over to the main pap staircase you were stopped by many Harry’s friends that complimented both of you. 

He was nice enough to keep you involved in all of the conversations. He even squeezed your hand a bit tighter every time someone would say something nice about you or your dress to give a little ‘told you so’.

You didn’t even notice but through all the talking you two were suddenly at the bottom of the staircase.

“Y/n!”

“Harry!”

“Look over here!”

“You both look stunning!”

Everyone was screaming and yelling at you just to get the perfect shot.

“Love birds!” someone yelled and you were confused.

What were they talking about?

“Can you give us a little kiss?” someone else said.

In that moment you realized Harry didn’t let go of your hand. You found it weird considering how his past with literally any girl and the media had been. So why would he risk more rumors being spread?

He could feel that you are a bit uncomfortable so he squeezed your hand tighter and bent down close to your ear to whisper “Do you want me to let go of you?” 

“Please don’t.” you said quietly.

He smiled and you two posed a bit trying to ignore all the kissing requests.

Finally the pap part is over, now the interviews. Oh God. 

“You are doing amazing.” he kept whispering in your ear little compliments to bring down your anxiety.

“And now straight from the royal wedding the king and the queen, the bride and the groom are here. Harry Styles and Y/n L/n.” the interviewer said that as you were walk over to her. 

You didn’t even notice but looked like you were getting married. If holding hands at the carpet wasn’t enough this little detail that skipped your mind was even worst.

Harry and you laughed and greeted the interviewer.

“Okay, so. First I just wanna say your new song ‘Baby Honey‘ is so astonishing. It is easily my favorite song of the year, if not the decade.” she said and you thanked her.

“Now, for what we are here for, I heard you guys are the new celeb faces of Gucci. How does it feel? And what are you wearing?”

After chatting a bit more about fashion and future Gucci project she changed the topic.

“And finally the last and probably most important question for Twitter today is: What is all this about?” she asked pointing towards your intertwined hands that were sort of hidden by many folds of your dress.

“Well that is the staggeringly beautiful dress designed by Gucci worn by even more magnificently gorgeous Y/n L/n.” Harry joked and you blushed at the unexpected compliments. 

He had been complimenting you all day but this caught you off guard.

You laughed it off but the interviewer continued “I see what you did there. An I agree she is stunning, you both are. But is there something going on here? Are black and white maybe a little hint or?” she pointed the mic towards you.

The camera zooms out from the table and you start “This next game that we are going to be playing is called ‘Spit Take’,” the audience cheered “Here tonight with us we have a man with one of the best selling albums in the world, Harry Styles.” everyone gave a loud applause.

“So, the rules of the game are pretty simple, here we have these cup that are sealed at the top. We each take turns taking a sip from the cups and if the liquid inside is water, we get to spit it in the other persons face, if not we need to drink it and get a point. The person with the most points at the end of the game wins.” you explain.

“I already hate this.” Harry said.

“I know, me too. Jimmy you are going to pay for this.” you said turning to the desk Jimmy was sitting at.

You both put on the protective glasses and the game begins.

You went first and the drink turns out to be apple juice, so you were pretty pleased.

When Harry took his sip you looked at him as he leans forward and spits in your face. The audience laughed and cheered. You took of your glasses and start to clean them. Harry looks super guilty but is still laughing his ass off.

“Every girls dream.” you say and Harry’s cheeks get red as the audience goes nuts over your comment.

The game continues and you spit in his face a couple of times and so does he in yours.

“Wait Harry,” you said as he took a sip “since this is your last cup and the tables have turned I can finally ask you this. Are you gonna spit or swallow?” you asked.

With his mouth full he laughs and starts choking, from your sudden comment, which causes him to spit all the liquid on you. 

You start laughing along with the audience. Harry coughs while you are still trying to stop laughing.

“I’m sorry.” he said and you look down, he didn’t spit water at you, it was milk. 

You laughed even harder at the fact that you made him spit all the milk out when he wasn’t suppose to.

“Good morning everyone. My name is Y/n and today I’m here with one of the UK’s kindest celebrity, Mr. Harry Styles.”

“Good morning and thank you for that introduction it was really nice.” Harry smiled.

The interview went along and he was really talkative while you admired his way with words. You two made a bunch of stupid dad jokes and giggled like idiots most of the interview.

One of the questions you asked was ‘How do you feel about being a famous singer now and, let’s say, 10 years ago? Has anything changed in the terms of doing concerts and meeting fans on the street?’

His answer was short explaining how his fans have grown up with him through the years and learned how to behave themselves a bit better, and how he still gets the same amount of butterflies in his stomach before every show. 

“What about you?” his question took you by surprise. You don’t really talk about yourself on this show.

“You know what? I always felt very honored to be a radio host, since it feels like... so intimate. Do you know what I mean?”

“I do, the last time I was on, was a lot less intimate than today, but still pretty up there.”

“I mean like... you are here talking to me, and everyone gets to hear your voice, but only I’m blessed enough to see your brilliant outfit and look at your inhumanly bright green eyes. ” you said looking at the computer and trying to avoid as much eye contact as possible.

“You say as you look away,” he teased “Thank you. I was about to say how great of a fashion statement your outfit is and how well it compliments your eyes.” he said carefully watching you making sure he didn’t cross any lines.

Everyone in the room laughed including Harry’s guest that were sitting behind the camera.

“Thanky you, and see, we are on the same page.” you said and he laughed nodding.

“You should relive that tension on a date.” someone behind the camera spoke and both you and Harry blushed. 

“What are you talking about? We are just spreading kindness.”you defended yourself “And all of you listening should too?” 

He chuckled and said “I mean this is getting a bit to much for the radio.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing this show is coming to an end. Any last words Harry?”

“Spread love and treat people with kindness.” he said smiling.

“Great, and we are off the air.” you said officially.

Harry walked up to you, hugged you and said “I don’t know who said it,” he said regarding the previous comment about you two going on a date ” but if you want I would be honored to take you out for a cup of coffee or tea.” 

You were taken a back a little bit. And those few seconds of silence he filled by saying “Just spreading love, you know?”

It’s the first day on set. You don’t know exactly which scenes you’ll be filming other than the ‘Happy ones’.

Harry came to set and introduced himself to everyone before heading to hair and makeup. He was really nice.

After speaking to the director you got a little bit of insight on all the scenes, that you should have probably gotten before agreeing to do the job. They all take place in a small apartment.

First up was the baking scene. 

The kitchen was already prepped with all the food items and appliances laid down neatly. 

“Come on darling. Are you ready to get your hands dirty?” Harry spoke.

You chuckled “Well I don’t really bake that often but I can give it a go.”

“Well you don’t have to be good at it. As long as you can look like you know what you’re doing, you’re good.” he laughed taking the bowl and starting to mix the batter.

The cameras started rolling as soon as you first spoke. Everyone was talking behind the scenes since the music is gonna be over all the audio, so the room was pretty loud.

“Wait. Do you know what you’re doing?” you chucked.

His jaw dropped “Excuse me?” Harry said pretending to be hurt “For your information I used to work at a bakery.” he said proudly.

“Really? To be honest you don’t look that professional.” you jokingly said.

Your laughter was interrupted by dry powder hitting your face. Before you opened your eyes you knew where this was going.

“Are you serious?” you squinted

“You insulted my cooking skills.” he shrugged.

“Well if that’s how you want to play, bring it on.” you said taking a cup of flower and launching it straight at his face. But he managed to dodge most of it.

He gasped “How dare you?” Harry asked picking up more flower in his hand and throwing it straight at your chest.

This went on for a little bit until Harry picked up an egg.

“Don’t you dare Styles. I swear to God.” you threatened as he got closer. 

You started to run but he threw the egg gently onto your back making sure he doesn't hurt you.

You gasped “Oh, no you didn’t. You are gonna pay for this.” you said starting to walk towards him and he puts his hands up to defend himself. Then you remembered that you got his permission to kiss him in this scene, so you think of a great revenge.

“Please don’t get mad.” he softly said.

“I won’t. Just come here.” you say and pull him by his shirt into a deep soft kiss.

He tasted like chocolate and sugar. 

While one of your hands is holding his shirt, the other is reaching for the eggs and smashing one onto his head. You pull away, smile at his completely surprised face and run off. 

He keeps standing there in complete disbelief, dropping his head down in defeat.

“Cut!” the director yells and she says “That was amazing. Great job Y/n the timing was perfect. The reaction. Everything. Now go and clean up. Next we have the movie night scene.”

After taking a warm shower and putting Christmas themed clothes on, to show time passing, you were ready for a little cute cuddle session. 

The fireplace was on, The Notebook was on TV, two cups of hot chocolate were waiting for you on the coffee table and a bunch of blankets and pillows were laying around.

Harry walked in, in a matching pajamas as you, standing in front of you on the couch.

“I wore it better.” he said not even making eye contact.

“First of all, not everything has to be a competition. Second, I totally wore it better. Are you blind?” you stand up and spin around for him.

“See?” you asked smiling.

He admired you for a second and seemed lost in his thoughts. 

“Um...no. It still looks better on me.” he answered.

You threw a pillow at him. “You’re such an ass.” you said with a huge smile on your face. 

“Oh really? You really think that?” he asked with a wide smirk. 

You nodded holding in laughter. 

“Well if you already think I’m an ass then you won’t mind me doing this.” 

And before you can respond he tackles you down onto the huge pile of blankets and pillows. 

“Styles!” was the only word you manage to let out through the laughter.

“Are you alright?” he asked concerned and short on breath a little bit. He sat up and was now straddling you, sitting just above your knees. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. But I’m gonna get you back for this.” you said trying to push him off by hitting his chest lightly. 

He takes your wrists and pins them next to your head. 

“Firstly, you stared it and second we will see about that.” he smiled wide and bent down close to your face.

He was going in for a kiss, knowing that the cameras have been recording from the start. But you won’t let him get the satisfaction, so you said “Actually, you were the one that started it by saying you wore our outfit better, just so you can make yourself feel good after I won the first run.”

You smile and sink your head more into the pillow and trying to distance yourself from him. 

“I didn’t want to say it so early, but you do look so adorable in our outfit.” he said closing the gap on us with a much more passionate and needy kiss. His grip on your wrists getting a bit tighter. It was much longer than the first one, maybe because you didn’t smash an egg on his head. After a few seconds he pulls away with a warm smile on his lips.

“The only thing I heard from that was you saying that I’m right.” you said and smirked.

“Oh shut up.” he said coming down and pressing his lips to yours in a quick peck, while you were expecting much more. “I said you were adorable...you are adorable” he corrected himself “but...I still wore it better.” he smiled.

“Oh get of me you douche!”you whine as he finally lets go of your wrists and lays down next you.

After a couple of seconds of silence he turned his head towards you and said “I think we are suppose to cuddle now.” 

You face him and say “Is that what the director said?” you joked trying to see what his next moves is gonna be. For the record there were around 20 people in the room and they were all talking quietly.

“I didn’t say shit.” the director spoke and the whole room laughed “But you two are doing an amazing job.” 

“So you were saying?” you said smiling wide.

“I was saying that I want to cuddle with you Y/n, if that’s ok with you.” he asks softly.

“Sure, but under two conditions,” as you said that he raised his eyebrows “so the first one being you admit that I wore our pajamas better and second ‘I get to be the big spoon‘.”

“Ok, you do wear it better,” as he said that you smiled in victory “and I prefer being the little spoon, so that means that we are a match made in heaven.”

During that you two cuddled some more, watched a bit of the movie and fell asleep. Like actually. One of the producers had to wake you up an hour later, because the set was closing.

The next day on set begun pretty late, around 5 p.m.

“So today, were thinking about a little move in montage.” the director spoke.

“Ok. Let’s go.” 

The montage was going pretty well. You filmed a bunch of shots of mainly Harry carrying heavy stuff and you making fun of him while doing it.

“What if we painted the wall?” you asked.

“What?” Harry asked “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I mean why not? Just like a huge rainbow on the wall.”

“That’s a great idea. Someone go and run down to the shop to get some paint please.” The director spoke.

Harry leaned down close to your ear and said quietly “I swear to God, darling, if you ruin my favorite jumper I will have to do some things I might regret.”

“Oh, like what things.” you spoke back to him at a normal volume. 

He leans back down and says softly again “Bad things, Y/n. Bad things.”

“Oh, come on. It’s just a sweater.” you said jokingly and push him away with your hand.

“We will see. Just don’t make me do something I might regret.” he said still acting serious.

After a while the paints were on set, all the protective tarp was on the floor and you were ready to paint.

First few minutes were peaceful, until Harry turned to you and said “Have I every told you how cute you are.” 

You stepped away from him a bit “Why do I feel like you are about to set me up.”

“No, for real. Come here.” he said gesturing with his fingers.

“Come on, I don’t bite.” he says and you come close to him and whisper in his ear “I kinda wish you did.”  

You had to say something do distract him from your hand that was covered in green paint, with which you then cupped his cheek.

The wet paint on his skin took him by surprise. You stepped back and started to laugh.

“Come on Styles, that’s two times in a row.” you couldn’t control your laughter.

“I asked you nicely not to ruin my jumper.” he said pretending to be angry a bit.

“Well I sorry darling,”you said mocking him “but the green really brings out your eyes.” 

“I see, if that’s how you want to play, let’s go.” he said taking the whole bottle of yellow and chasing you down, until finally when he caught you. He took you by the waist and poured all the yellow onto you. At that point you just took the defeat.

After a few minutes the room was a mess, your clothes were a mess, Harry’s hair was mess, but it was a beautiful mess. 

“Come here you beautiful mess of mine.” you said pulling him in for a deep kiss. 

“Nah,” he resisted “I’m not falling for that again.”

“What do you mean? There is no trap. I swear.” you said putting your hands up.

“I don’t believe you, first you called me ‘beautiful’ then ‘yours’, something just doesn’t feel right.” he said razing his eyebrows.

“No tricks, just me.” you said and closed your eyes, opened your arms and puckered your lips.

Before you knew it, your feet were off the ground. He threw you over his shoulder and was carrying you somewhere. 

“What are you doing?”

“We are taking a bath darling.” 

“Excuse me?”

“The next scene Y/n, is the bath one.” 

“Oh, right. I forgot.”

You both changed into your swimming suits and were stepping into the bath. It was full of bubbles, on the sides were candles and two glasses of champagne.

“Uhh...how romantic. Do you do this for all your dates?” you said as he handed you the glass.

At that point there were no people in the room, because the filming didn’t start yet, so just a bunch of lights and cameras set up but not rolling.

“Trust me darling, when we go on a real date, it is gonna a lot better than this.” he said smirking.

“When? Was that an invitation.”

“Maybe,” he said and you raised your eyebrows “are you free tomorrow around 7?” 

“Welcome everyone,” Graham speaks. “Tonight on the sofa we have an incredible world class soccer player, David Beckham,” everyone cheers as he walks out greeting Graham 

“Also joining us tonight is an award winning actress with a heart of gold, Y/n L/n,” he stopped as the audience cheers while you enter hugging both of them “Deadpool himself is also joining us here, Ryan Reynolds, ” all you could here is really loud laughs and cheers from the audience. 

“And last but certainly not the least, later he will be performing one of the songs from his new album called ‘Fine line’, a guy with one of the hottest names in the music at the moment, and Y/n’s celebrity crush, Harry Styles.” everyone laughed as you cover your face from a sudden comment. 

After a loud laugh and applause you finally sit down with your hands still covering a part of your mouth trying not to react too much to Graham’s comment.

“Welcome, Y/n darling are you ok?” he laughs “I see that you are a bit red. Is everything ok?”

Everyone laughs a bit more. “Yeah, I’m fine thank you. It’s just I can’t believe you would just out me like that.”

“Wait so I’m correct? He is your celebrity crush?” he asks.

You slowly nod. “Thank you for making this so awkward, now I won’t be able to look him in the eyes.” the audience laughs.

As the interview continued you did well. You talked a bit about your childhood and your past and future projects but all that was really on your mind was him.

“So now, ladies and gentleman, the moment we have all been waiting for, especially Y/n here,” he points at you and you drop your head in shame as they all laugh. “Harry Styles with his song ‘Falling‘.‘‘

He walks out onto the stage in a black Gucci suit looking stunning as ever. During the performance you sang along to the lyrics and there were a few tears that left you eyes.

As he finished, loud applause and cheers filled the room. He walks over to the couch and greets all of them with a handshake and you with a hug. He smelled amazing. (we all knew that) He sat down. Now only Ryan was between you two.

Graham sits down looking between you and Harry with a huge smile on his face.

“So, I must say, Harry you looked pretty emotional performing there, but over here I was looking more at how many tears Y/n is gonna drop.” he joked. 

You lean forward burying your face in your hands. 

“Did you really cry?” Harry asked softly. 

“I did.” you pose jokingly wiping away your tears” but like in a cool way.” you answered as some people understood the joke and laughed including Harry.

“I’m sorry.” he spoke and you quickly answered “It’s ok.” 

“See, Y/n. It’s not awkward now that he knows he is your celebrity crush.” Graham spoke again. 

You quickly stood up and waved to the audience walking over towards the exit.

Everyone laughed. “I’m sorry, that was the last time I promise. Just sit back down.” Graham said.

As you sit back down “By the way, Harry you smell so amazing.” you spoke, knowing you have nothing more to lose. 

Everyone cheered and both Graham and the other guests were in shock while Harry laughed.

“What was that about?” Graham spoke “You were here telling me to stop, but look at you.” 

“Well, I figured why not throw away that last little bit of dignity I still had left.” you joked not even turning your head to see if Harry laughed.

“Well I didn’t want to say it first but you smell divine yourself.” everyone freaked out by the sudden change in the room. It didn’t feel awkward anymore. You smiled parting your lips a bit and looking back at him. “Thank you.”

His reaction:

The interview continued and Harry and you shared occasional glances.

Ryan noticed you staring at Harry, with the biggest smile on your face, while he talked and decided to say something.

“Ok, I’m done. I can’t take it anymore. The sexual tension between two young gorgeous people is too much,” he spoke interrupting Harry while speaking and you staring at him. “Y/n quickly switch seats with me, I can no longer stay away from David.” he joked and jumped onto Beckham’s lap.

“Ok, now that the tension is even bigger we may continue. What were you saying Harry?” Graham asked. 

He looks at you and smiles about how close you two now are. “To be honest Graham...I forgot.” 

Everyone laughed and both of your cheeks became instantly red.

“It so amusing to see how even though David Beckham is sitting right here, who might I add is one of your favorite childhood stars, you haven’t taken your eyes away from Y/n.” Graham spoke.

You covered you face with you hand trying to hide your red cheeks and a big grin. 

He quickly sat up from his previous relaxed position and grabbed the glass in front of him trying to hide his smile.

“Now why is that Harry?” Ryan asked “Why wouldn’t you want to look at something so perfect as this man right here is, or even David.” he joked pointing at himself first.

While you were getting ready Harry came in to your dressing room to introduce himself. He was really kind and told you how excited he was about this project.

You are a fan of his work, but don’t know much about him as a person.

After getting ready you got called to set. It is a dark room with one source of light, a small window. Everything is black, the bed, the sheets, the pillows.

You are wearing shear white sundress and white lingerie underneath. Your make up is light with rose gold eye shadow and soft highlighter matching Harry’s.  

He walked in, he’s wearing a button-up shirt with two buttons already undone and some white high waisted pants.

“Ok, now that everyone is here, there is no time to waste. I’m Mark and will need you two right there in front of the door, like you just walked in,” the photographer says and points to Harry and you “ Harry turn your back to the camera and Y/n put your hands onto his shoulders, around his neck.”

Both of you walked towards the door and when you faced him you asked “May I?”

He nodded with a little smile on his face.

“Ok, great. Now Y/n get your head closer to Harry’s but don’t kiss him just yet. And Harry put your hands on her waist.” the photographer spoke again.

Both of you gave each other nods of conformation about the physical touch. His hands rest on your skin gently pulling you in. To close the height difference you stand up on your tiptoes. Your faces now only about an inch apart. His lips slowly parting as he admires your face. You stand there for a second.

“And...excellent!” Mark said and we both snap out of each other’s trance.

“Now, get to the foot of the bed,” the photographer spoke “Harry pick Y/n up around your waist.”

As you were walking over Harry asked nicely “Are you okay with that?”

“Sure.”

He picks you up by your thighs, keeping a good but gentle grip on them. You intertwine your hands with his soft brown curls waiting for further instructions.

“Kiss his neck.” the photographer said.

Harry leaned his head to the side while nodding slowly giving you consent. You start kissing his neck and before you know it you hear his quiet moans being over powered by Mark yelling for you to move onto the bed.

After gently putting you down on the bed, he moves to hover over you. His chain hanging over your head.

“May I?” he asked about kissing you as instructed by the photographer.

“Consent king.” you say and both of you laugh. You take his jaw in your hands and his kiss feels sweet and warm against your lips.

It felt like a second from the moment your lips touched to when Mark said “Perfect. You two can stop now, I don’t want you to swallow her Harry.”