Daniel Sharman, and my trip to get him undressed. Well, sorta.
I'm a baby. Well I'm a lot of things, but mostly a baby.
So when my designer shop got a request for a fitting in ENGLAND I almost ripped it to shreds and threw it away. I’m just a small town girl, who opened her shop in a little town in Michigan called Monroe.
Of course this could be a great opportunity to give us more business, create a whole new set of customers and clients. Give me and my workers everything we need to grow and become a big hit. Somewhere, something someone!
I'm just a big freaking baby.
“I will kill you myself, if you don't take this.” My friend Denae all but screamed into the phone at me. I rolled my eyes, she really gets dramatic.
“I don't know Denae, this is very far. Don't you think it's all a little much?”
“This person is going to pay for you to fly to the UK, pay for all the expenses for a whole WEEK, and pay for all the materials, AND FLY YOU BACK..” She, said very much so yelling. “Do it, or so help me ill… ill… I don't know what I will do to you. But I promise it won't be good.” I sighed, already knowing I was gonna give in.
I got off the plane quickly, stumbling a bit from being on the plane for what felt like years. Or maybe I was just being a baby. Like usual. I pulled along my small carry on bag, and starting walking toward the exit. I breathed in the crisp air. It wasn't cold. I would imagine it shouldn't be in August, but I don't have a clue about the UK or its weather habits. I noticed a man wearing a suit holding a card with my first and last name on it. That actually happens? I thought this was just a movie thing. I giggled to myself when I walked up to the man.
“Jasmine?” He questions doubtfully, eyeing my outfit. I guess for a clothing designer I must be far from usual. I glanced down at my attire. A soft grey hoodie paired with black leggings and dirty grey boots. I smiled at the man, and nodded.
“I suppose thats me.”
He held out his hand, and opened the door for me.
“My names William. Nice to meet you ma’am.” I hopped in the car, pulling my bag in with me. William closed the door for me, and proceeded to open his door. Weird the way that cars work here.
A few minutes into the ride, I was a little curious.
“William, the letter I received said it was from a woman named Amelia, and that she was a famous actors dresser? She just never told me who exactly.” he glanced back at me through the rearview mirror.
“Daniel Sharman.” I kept a stony expression. Daniel Sharman, like Isaac. From Teen Wolf, from the Immortals, from The Collection. Sure he was only in those movies, and the show for a little while, but that wasn't going to stop me from buying them. I thanked whatever god was out there that I didn't grab my isaac lahey jersey/hoodie. That would have been pathetic. I nodded to the driver and sat back in my seat, running over the thoughts in my head.
I texted denae from my phone.
Daniel fucking Sharman is the man i'm going to be designing clothes for.
It didn't take long for the response. Even with the 5 or 6 hour time difference.
ARE YOU FUCKIGN KIDFING MR OH MY FUCKIGN GOD OH MY GOD JAZ TIIS IS GONNA BE FUCKING GREAT
I laughed softly to myself. My stomach doing flip flops as we started pulling up to a large hotel. Tons of girls were screaming outside, holding signs, and throwing things. I was impressed, knowing if I wasn't 23 right now, then I'd probably be doing the same thing. Eh, who am I kidding, if I wasn't here for business that's exactly where I’d be.
Getting through the crowd was easier than I thought it was going to be. We managed to get right up to the room within about 10 minutes.
I stared at the door for a good 5. I was so nervous, I wasn't sure if I could do it. I was about to call Denae and tell her i'm coming home because well… i'm sure you could guess.
William, stood beside me. Patient, and quiet. He must know that i'm having a moment. I looked at him, panic must've settled on my face because I really didn't think I was going to be able to do it.
“He's just a normal lad, honestly.” He shrugged, placing his hand on my shoulder trying to offer some comfort. Little did he know it was myself I was afraid of. What was I going to do TO him once he gets all naked and I have to take his measurements. Then fit him, and touch him…
Fuck.
“Okay, i'm ready.” Lie number one. William knocked on the door, and it almost instantly opened. A woman with striking features opened the door. She looked to be about mid thirty, hair slicked back into a perfect bun. Of course.
“Ah, Jasmine! I’m so happy to see you!” She smiled, making me feel a little bit better. I shook her hand, and continued into the room. This must be Amelia.
“Daniels finishing up in the shower right now, but i've laid out some things for you to look at here.” She brought me over to the table with pictures of different styles of clothing, and different things written on them. Business, that's something I could focus on. Until Sharman gets in here.
“So I was thinking we could go with a more urban look, but something realistic added. If he wants to be more ‘his own style’ then it has to be different but also the same.” I rattled off, hoping it made sense. Amelia nodded and wrote something down quickly. She gestured for me to continue.
“Black is a really easy color to work with, especially if you can layer different things around it. White obviously is a stark contrast, but we should choose something that fits Sharman. He is laid back and silly, makes things fun, so I think we should go with a fun color. But nothing that will be harsh on the eyes. His favorite color is purple, so maybe keep the color close to that? Different shades will work best with the look we are trying to achieve.” I nodded, satisfied with my explanation. Amelia continued to scratch down notes on her paper, and I waited patiently.
“Sounds like you already know me, huh.” I heard an accented voice from behind me. I turned slowly to see Daniel stand there, leaning against the wall. His broad shoulders covered by a white button up shirt. His hair, still damp from the shower glistened in the light. His lower half covered by tight black dress pants. What I would do to get my mouth on his-
I guess he kinda looks as good as his pictures on tumblr.
Lie number two.
“I, uh,” I cough to clear my throat awkwardly. “I had to do some research if i'm going to design clothing for you.” I smiled politely.
Lie number three.
He sauntered over and plopped down next to me, jostling me around on the seat.
“Well, lets see what you got.”
Please tell me his dick is in your mouth right now.
I almost choked when I seen the text from denae. I hurriedly answered with a ‘NO’ & “I WOULD NEVER!??’
Lie number four.
Three and a half hours go by, and I’ve managed to get Sharmans clothes off.
Well, it's my job.
The measurements were simple enough to get. I managed to keep my hands to myself for the most part. It's not like I was majorly attracted to him or anything. I obviously didn't think about riding his face daily.
Lie number … fuck I lost count.
“So do you need me to take anything else off?” He smiled at me, tilting his head to the side slightly. I turned away from him to hide my shocked expression.
“Uh, no. No I think you're good.” I started playing with the hem of my hoodie, trying to keep myself busy. “Ill, uh, give you some privacy to get dressed.”
I turned around to grab my bag, and Daniel grabbed my arm.
“Bummer.”
“I don't understand what you're saying, please tell me y’all fucked or something.” Denae said into the phone after I basically jumbled everything together of what just happened.
“I said, you fucking ass, that he came out of the fucking shower, and fucking asked me if I wanted him to take anything else off. I didn't know what the hell to say so I just said no, and he said BUMMER, LIKE HE WANTED TO TAKE HIS CLOTHES OFF. I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO HERE.” I heaved, trying to regain my breath. As soon as I shut the door to Daniel's room I bolted down the hallway to the nearest bathroom I could find.
“So… what you're telling me is that you had a chance to sit on his face and you didn't take it?”
I groaned and slid against the door onto the floor.
“Denae,” I whined.
“Okay,okay. So what you're going to do here, is march your ass back up there, and be like ‘yo dan, I'd like to see you naked. Then he's gonna take off his clothes and you two are gonna go at it until you come home.” I rolled my eyes and huffed.
“That's SO not happening.”
“Yeah but you want it to.”
I said my goodbyes, knowing she wasn't going to help much.
The next few days, I'm following Daniel to all of his events, fixing his clothing whenever needed, and going out to all the after parties. Mostly, they're just a large group of nicely dressed famous people mingling, and drinking at one of their huge houses. I usually stayed around Amelia, who would always stay around the other dressers, or managers. They talked and giggled amongst each other. I would chime in here, and there but most of the time I would sit back and watch everyone have a good time. I was sitting on one of the comfy couches and noticed someone move toward me from my right. I turned my head to be greeted by Daniel.
“Why are you just hanging out by yourself?” I asked, his usual smile on his face. He was wearing one of the shirts I designed. I shrugged.
“I like to stick to myself.” Daniel handed me a glass. Filled with something that smelled fruity, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up.
“Where-”
“-Shh!” He pressed a finger to my lips, and continued to pull me up some large white stairs. We kept going until we reached a dark bedroom. When the light clicked on I almost dropped to the floor. A nice inviting bed filled most of the space. Pretty white lights were twinkling against the wall and out two double doors that were wide open.
“This is the best part,” Daniel said, pulling me to the balcony that was outside.
The sight was magnificent. The sky was swirling with dark blues and black, making the lights of the city shine bright.
“This picture belongs in some kind of museum.” I nodded approvingly. Sharman made a noise of agreement and sighed.
“I always feel like I have to socialize with everyone. I guess it kinda comes with the territory of being an actor, you know?” He said, shaking his head and leaning against the golden railing.
“I don't really,” I laughed to myself. “I tell myself that being famous and being known by a lot of people would be great, but i'm not sure I could handle it. I'm kinda a baby.”
Daniel turned and looked at me, eyeing me up and down with an eyebrow raised.
“Don't look like a baby to me.”
“Yeah, well.” I stopped. I didn't really have a comeback for that. He chuckled lightly.
“You're silly. I like that. Where are you from?”
“A city called Monroe. It's in Michigan. Nothing exciting.”
“Well it must be pretty boring now that you're gone,” His smiled dazed me as I looked right in his eyes.
“Why do you say that?” He turned his body toward me, still leaning against the rails. I placed my hands on them, refraining from running away from this situation.
“You must be that town's light. You certainly brightened up this place a bit, huh?”
I shook my head with a small smile.
“Not really, i'm a just starting out clothing designer. I was able to purchase a shop that needs a lot of fixing up. I have a few people working with me, but it still needs a lot of work.”
He nodded, frowning a bit.
“I’ve been through something similar too. I was living with my mum, and we were getting behind on bills. I had two jobs as well as her, and we spent a lot of it on getting me into a theatrical school. We didn't think we were going to make it, but someone saw talent in me, and offered me an acting job. It wasn't anything big, but it paid the bills. And it continued on from there. So hopefully this is your beginning acting job, is what i'm trying to say.”
Daniels face flushed with a pink color as he broke eye contact with me.I rushed over to him, wrapping my hands around his shoulders. Even tho he was incredibly tall, he leaned down slightly to return the hug.
“Thank you so much,” I whispered into his shoulder.
Don't you dare cry you big baby, I told myself. But when do I ever listen.
“So, whatcha wanna do today?” Daniel asked, as I was texting Denae how excited and sad I was to come home.
I looked at him, confused. “But don't you have another event or something?”
“Yeah, but I figured we could spend your last day having fun, instead of all this business. Plus, how am I gonna go if no one knows where I am?” His eyebrows waived dramatically. I giggled lowly.
“Fine.”
“There's no way!” Daniel yelled at me, his face red with laughter.
“I'm serious!” I exclaimed through fits of coughing from laughing so hard.
“So you're telling me, that you cut off half of her hair?”
“She wouldn't listen to me! I told her to put it up, plus I didn't mean to!” I wore the most serious expression I could, while trying not to explode laughing again.
“That is fucking wicked,” he shook his head, managing to calm himself. “Good thing I don't have long hair, or we would be fighting it out right now.” Making me go off into another fit.
We sat on the roof of the hotel, eating ice cream and drinking. We just finished talking very professionally about how I snipped a piece of hair off one of my clients when they stubbornly kept their hair down, while I was trying to fit a dress on them. She may have left a few negative reviews on many different sites, but what are you going to do?
A few hours later, we packed up our stuff, and headed back into the hotel. I slipped into my room when I heard Amelia start to scold Daniel. He gave me a knowing smile and a wink before I shut the door. I jumped on the bed and laid there for what felt like hours. I couldn't wait to get back home, but I also would miss being here so much. I love this place, I love being around all the people. I love being around Daniel. He made me feel like I was a little kid again, always making me laugh and making sure we had a good time. I called Denae, and we laughed about everything all over again.
I got out of the car William drove, grabbing my bag, with the few souvenirs Daniel bought me, and headed toward the entrance of the airport. I looked back to see William waving at me. I bid him farewell with a tear in my eye, and began the process to go home.
“Okay, so tell me everything.” My friend and worker Claire started as soon as she walked in the door. It's been about three days since I've arrived back home, and saying I was distracted was an understatement. I shook my head, smiling as I was cleaning up some of the various fabrics in the shop.
“There's a lot to tell,” I tease.
“And?” She grabbed the roll of bright green silk from my hands and pushed me down.
“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you!” I giggled at her impatient expression. I began to summarize my trip when I was interrupted by a very familiar accented voice.
“Emily, you have something right there,” Dylan says, pointing to his face with a smile fighting to make it to his lips.
“What?” You ask, looking up from your food. Dylan bit his lip to stop his lips from twitching, and reached over to wipe the sauce from the corner of your mouth. Your face flushed red as you giggled a bit. The rest of the date going as they usually do. Dylan saying something to make you laugh and almost spit out your food and you two picking people in the restaurant and planning out their lives. More than enough times the two of you were asked to leave, and once you two got in the car your stomachs would ache with laughter.
This time, Dylan picked a smaller restaurant in the middle of a shady neighborhood. The food had been worth the three block walk, seeing as there was no available parking anywhere else closer. As you two walked back to the car, hand in hand, you passed a bar. Men were laughing loudly, and shouting out profanities and other nonsense. The two of you picked up your pace a little bit, not wanting to attract any attention to yourself.
“Nice little lady you got there,” a guy shouted out, making Dylan pause for a moment. He continued walking, gripping your hand a little tighter. You looked up to his face to see his jaw set and his face completely blank.
“I’d like to see how nice she would be under me,” another guy erupted into loud, obnoxious laughter. Dylan paused again. Except instead of continuing forward he turned to the guys across the street.
“Dylan,” you protested grabbing at his arm to stop him, but he ignored you.
“Excuse me?” He said; his voice hardening. One guy took a few steps toward the two of you, stumbling slightly.
“She’s got a pretty face, afraid to mess it up?” He smiled, his eyes flickering to you, making you hide a bit behind Dylan. You felt his back tense, and his fingers twitching. You had to get him out of there before he did something he would regret.
“Dylan, let’s go he’s not worth it.” You pulled on his arm once more.
“Go on,” the man said taking a few more steps toward you guys.
“I would highly recommend you to step back.” Dylan stated calmly. His voice completely monotone had you scared of what was about to happen. You’ve seen him like this only once before when your ex-boyfriend pinned you against your house and wouldn’t let you go even though you struggled against him. Dylan stood behind him and told him to let go of you, and when he laughed in his face, Dylan grabbed the back of his neck and shoved him onto the ground. He told you to go inside before he started saying things you couldn’t hear.
You felt as though things would repeat themselves and you felt the dread curl inside your stomach.
“I’d rather get a taste of her, eh?” The guy turned to his friends, laughing. Dylan took a few more steps to the guy and grabbed his neck, pulling him closer. He began to say things to the guy, quietly so you weren’t able to hear. His voice started to get louder though, and you could just hear what he was saying toward the end.
“I will make sure you regret taking your first breath. Do you understand me?” He said, his voice still calm, just growing in volume.
The man simply nodded, and started backing away as soon as Dylan let him go. He turned back to you, and apologized quickly, and ran back into the bar. The men that were with him gave Dylan a look before following their friend.
Dylan turned back to you and grabbed your face, fusing his lips with yours for only a moment before he slipped your hand into his again, and you began walking to the car again. It was quiet for a moment before you looked at your boyfriend. He almost never resorted to violence, even when it came to things like this. He knew how to keep his temper under control, but there were other things he had a hard time dealing with. He found it difficult to express the way he felt sometimes. He could come off cold and indifferent when really he just didn’t know how to process the way he should feel.
Over all, you were just happy to call him yours, and have him as your own little savior. You smiled in satisfaction. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, and gave his own knowing smile.
Sorry for such inactivity guys (settling into college really drains you). I’ll be fixing that soon and get back to posting. Send some asks for inspiration? :)
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