“You need to rock this runway because there are going to be tons of celebrities and designers looking at y- hey! Are you listening?!”
I laugh at my agent as she looks horrendous in this new Snapchat filter I’m filming her in. I immediately post it and watch her staring down at me.
“I’m being serious” She says to me.
We finally get out of the car and proceed to the building where the fashion show is being held. We have about 5 hours before the actual show. I finish my coffee and throw it in the bin and head straight to the dressing room.
My agent, Stacy tells me, “I’ll be sitting outside. Behave”
“Okay, okay, I’m not a child” I reply as I undress. She gives me one last raise of the eyebrow and leaves.
It’s finally here. The buzzing sound from a crowd of people coming from outside. Every fashion show I’ve done, I get more and more nervous when the start of the show nears. It doesn’t help my nerves at all, the fact that I’m OPENING the show. People will be staring at me up and down and take pictures. I remind myself that I’ve done this a dozen of times and that not to make it a big deal out of it.
All my fellow models line up behind me. I don’t really know the rest of them. I didn’t get the chance to talk to them either since they were so caught up in perfecting their walk during rehearsals.
I finally take my first steps in my opening. I’m wearing a casual, loose outfit with a hat. Everyone is here, the Beckhams, Kim K, etc.
When I reach backstage, I speed to the rack of clothes and undress for my next outfit. Next outfit was a long dress with a lot of cleavage. I change into that and return to the rest of the models. When I come out, everyones snapping pictures. I feel Stacy’s stare it me, in the middle of the audience.
When I get back, the lady helping me dress tells me, “I see someone has eyes on you” with a smirk.
“What? Who?”
“Who else? Harry Styles himself. It is already November, he’s expected to be with someone around that time” She chuckles and buttons the front of my shirt.
“Harry who?” I ask with confusion.
“Boy band” She helps me fix my hair.
“Oh, him” I’ve heard so much about him. He dated one of my friends and heard he’s a bit of a player. He’s all about smooth talk and smooth hair.
I’m definitley not too naive for him.
We take a group picture backstage and a lady comes up to me.
“Someone wants to talk to you” She says and points behind her.
I reach a corner and when I turn, I’m greeted with a flirtish smile and greedy green eyes. He puts out a hand for me.
“Harry Styles. You must be…?”
I take his hand but return with no smile. “Hi, I’m-“
“Beautiful” He pulls my hand toward him. “Already knew that”
A wink. Really?
“Huh. And how many times have you used that line?” I slip my hand away and cross my arms instead. I see he went here wearing a black suit from what I’m guessing is from designer as well. But it looked unusual since his inner white collared shirt is unbuttoned halfway, enough for me to see his midsection and… butterfly?
“What do you mean?” He smiles innocently at me and licks his plump bottom pink lip.
“Harry Styles, you are a funny man. It was nice meeting you but I think my agents waiting for me” I was about to turn my back to him but he grabs my arm and SWOOP we’re chest to chest.
“What are you doing?” I frown at his stupid smiling face and use my hands on his chest to create distance. Thank god, we were alone. Everyones too busy talking and taking selfies.
“I want to take you out on a date”
I laugh and shake my head. “You barely know me”
Harry shrugs and a brown curl hangs off on his forehead. “I want to”
He’s sweet, handsome and…
WAIT.
I heard everything about him. He does this all the time. Models are his targets from what I’ve seen. He says all these things all the time. He doesn’t really like me. He likes a womans attention.
“I’m sorry but… I’m not that girl”
This is the first time he’s not smiling since our interaction. “What do you mean?”
We look at each other silently. Way to make it awkward. I hear my name called. It’s Stacy.
“I have to go”
Harry grows desperate. “Please, can I at least have your number?”
I look at his puppy green eyes one last time. Player, player, player.
“I’m sorry”
Next day
“Iced coffee please” I tell the bartender and lower my cap and adjust my sunglasses.
I woke up early to go for a jog. I stopped by a coffee shop to get my favorite iced coffee. No one recognised me so far. Walking out of the shop, I decide to walk back to my apartment. All of a sudden-
“Hey beautiful”
Harry follows my pace next to me. All he had were a beanie and sunglasses. Jesus, leave me alone! I control myself and minimize the reaction on my face.
“Shit, Harry, leave me alone, people are going to recognize you” I cover my face with my drink.
“You should have told me we were keeping our relationship a secret, love”
“Since when were we together?” Finally, we were nearing my apartment. I had enough of this guy. I walk faster and reach the stairs to the entrance of my apartment. Harry annoyingly follows me.
“One date.”
I stop at the top of the stairs of the entrance. I turn to him. “What?”
Harry says from the pavement. “All I need is one date. Go with me and I’ll prove to you that I like you”
“Harry” I go down a few steps. “I’m not in for games”
He shakes his head and meets me in the same step. “There are no games. I was a big fan of yours way before I met you. I’ve heard what people said about you. You’re kind, you love your fans-“
“And I heard what people said about you too. And-“
“They’re not true.” He says quickly and grabs my hand and squeezes. “Well, not anymore.”
I sigh and look around. No one seems to have their phones faced towards us. “One date. If I still don’t like you, will you leave me alone?”
Harry smiles until theres a dimple on his cheek. “One date. Got it”
Next Day
I walk out from backstage and wave at the audience as they cheer for me. I try to ignore the music that they chose for my entrance. What makes you beautiful by One Direction, of course.
I reach the couch and hug the amazing, kind, Ellen Degeneres. As I sit down, I adjust the hem of my dress. The music stops playing the the clapping dies down.
“Thank you for coming” Ellen tells me.
“Thank you for having me, I watch the show all the time” I reply honestly. Nothing can go wrong on Ellen.
“So, you walked in a fashion show, just a few days ago, you looked amazing”
I shyingly laugh and watch as they put a picture of me walking on the screen. The audience claps and woots. I humbly say thank you.
Ellen asks, “How did you prepare for the show?”
“With a Big Mac and coffee” I answer and receive laughs.
“What did you do after the show?” She asks. I think for a bit.
“Back to normal, I guess, work out, watch movies…” I nod.
“Are you sure?” Ellen smiles at me. I smile back as wide.
A picture appears on screen. It was Harry and I talking outside of the coffee shop. I quickly palm my face and shake my head. The audience reacts. After a while…
Ellen: “Care to explain?”
Audience laughs.
I take in a breath. “I’m gonna’ be completely honest with you.” Crowd laughs. “I swear, we only saw each other there and he said hi”
I shrug and Ellen just smiles at me. I laugh at her. Ellen shrugs. “Okay, if you say so”
More laughs.
Supposed Date Night…
Fucking Harry. Embarrasses me on T.V. and on the entire social media. Puts me on the spot on Ellen. It’s our supposed date night tonight but here I am, in my sweats, watching T.V. and eating ice cream. Fuck Harry and the stupid date.
“New couple alert! Harry Styles spotted with hottest “It” Girl-“
“Harry Styles out for a jog or out on a date-“
I change the channel to Disney. I’d rather hear Olaf’s love for summer than the mention of Harry.
Someone rings the doorbell. I stand up in sweats and a shirt and check the peep hole first.
“Fucking-“
“Iiiiiiiiiiit’s Harry.” Harry says through the door. I don’t answer.
What the fuck? I thought, because the lock of my door is unlocking?! I step back from the door and brace myself.
Harry steps in and is taken by surprise by the sight of me. “You’re not dressed?” He asks. He’s all ready in his nice dress shirt and sleek pants. I’m overwhelmed by his cologne.
“Why the hell can you unlock my room?” I asked the important.
He shrugs, “You might have not let me in and luckily, lady behind the counter’s a fan”
Why does he think it’s normal? This guy is nuts.
I put my hands together like I’m praying against my mouth. “Okay, Mr. Crazy, I’m gonna’ report the counter lady and ask you to leave now, so…” I say as I motion to the door.
Harry only steps forward. “No, you promised a date.”
“Because I wanted you to leave me alone” Why can’t see he see that?
I see confusion and even anger in his face. “Don’t you get upset with me. Just because girls fall for your cheap flirting and fake smile doesn’t mean I’m falling for it too. I’m am not… one of your puppets.”
After letting that out, I take deep breaths and brush my hair off my shoulders because I swear I sweated a little from all that. Harry steps backward like my words shot him in the chest. He looks at the ground.
“You really aren’t that nice as they say you are…” Harry mumbles.
Shit. He’s making me feel guilty. I have never been this straight forward with someone, especially when it’s about my frustration towards them. I sigh into my hands.
UGH.
“Do you want a drink?”
+++
I pour wine into two big glasses. The bottle is kept away and I take the glasses from the counter and bring to the living room. Harry patiently waits on the couch and reaches out for a drink, mumbling a thank you after.
I sit on the cushion next to his. He raises his wine in front of me. “Here’s to you being nicer to me” A smile on his face teases me.
I raise my glass. “Here’s to you being less annoying”
We clink glasses and take a drink.
Harry says, “Didn’t think you were a drinker”
“Only on special occassions” I smile at him.
He frowns. Eyebrows tighten. “This is a special occasion?”
“This is a date isn’t it?” I sip on my wine.
“I would do better than this” He replies.
“How?” I position myself facing him and fold my legs underneath me in an indian sit.
“Well, I dressed nice, theres that. I would take you… to a private rooftop. There, we’ll have a drink.”
“Then?” I urge him. Were both gazing at one another.
“Then, “ He stands up, sets his drink down to the lamb table next to the couch, and grabs my hand. “I would ask you to come with me”
He pulls me up. He’s holding me with one hand and with the other, he reaches into his dress pocket and pulls out his phone. Seconds later, Ed Sheeran is playing. I giggle as Harry loops my arms around his neck. His hands rest on the top of my sweats.
It’s funny to imagine how we look right now. Him, in a dress shirt and fancy pants and here I am, ruining the dress code.
I feel him in my hands, waist, chest, cheek as his is against mine. I feel where he’s touching, where I’m touching, where were touching. I feel affection. Warmth. Muscle. I feel him.
Harry makes simple moves of swaying side to side which I quickly caught up with.
Harry whispers in my ear. His words hits my ear. “Confess to me. Anything. And I’ll do the same”
“Well, I’m a bad dancer”
He laughs softly and his laughs goes to my ear and down to the rest of my body. He has this effect on me and I ashamedly love it. I also love playing with his short, curly hair.
“Wanna’ hear a good one?” He asks me. “I’ve never danced with a girl before”
“Liar” I roll my eyes at him and lean my head back to meet his eyes. Face to face. Noses almost touching. He has this James Dean vibe where his hair is put together and still has pieces of hair hanging off his forehead and his eyes peircing, intense and intimidating.
“It’s true. I was too shy to dance in front of the… others…” He says as his voice got lower finishing te sentence.
“I think you’re an incredible dancer” I tell him with a smile.
“Look who’s the flirty one now” He taunts me. I laugh and whisper in his ear.
“Wanna’ know my confession?” My lips brush his air as I say, “I badly want to kiss you”
Harry freezes and we stop swaying. Were back to looking face to face. “You really took the flirty comment seriously”
I laugh happily. I kiss him happily. I jump and wrap my legs around his waist happily. His hands cup my ass happily.
I moan against his mouth. I manage to say, “Bedroom.”
He moves his lips to my cheek and nibbles my ear. “Where?”
I pant and fist his hair. I grunt impatiently. “Red door”
As he carries me, I hurriedly unbutton his shirt. We make it to my room and only the bed side lamps are on. My back meets the comforter of my bed. Harry pulls away to rid of his top. Watching him unbuckle his belt and remove his pants, his eyes gaze at my shirt.
I undress along with him. We’re left in only our undies. Harry steps forward, I reach out to him but he takes my wrists and forces me on my back. I lay half naked on the bed and breathe heavily, my chest noticeably thrusting.
Harry stands back up and stares. I can almost feel the concentration of his eyes. I feel them on my chest, my hips, my legs. I’ve never been looked at like this before. Sure in the modeling world, you model in underwear almost frequently. But this was different. He made me feel sexy, beautiful, wanted.
“Lay on your stomach” His voice is deep and commanding. It tingles my exposed skin. I do as he says and watch him over my shoulder. But he’s not looking at me but my ass.
I’m wearing simple pink panties. I wish I should have worn something more sexy. But then again, who knew he was going to barge in my door and sweep me off my feet in less than an hour. It’s ridiculous. I’m ridiculous. I’m crazy about him.
His large hands cup my behind. The rings he wears are cold against me causing me to shiver slightly. He massages and squeezes and plays with my ass until SLAP.
I gasp and watch him spank me again. He groans, “These panties are driving me insane”
I feel less upset about my underwear choice but then my eyes widen in shock once he’s forcing my panties off my body. He crawls on the bed next to me and moves his hand between my legs. I grip my bed sheets and raise my leg to give him space for his hand to explore.
As he pleasures me, he trails his lips on my shoulder and spine. I whimper when Harry stops. I roll my body to lay on my back. Harry is sucking his fingers while I remove my bra. Harry crawls on top of me and envelops my mouth into his.
My legs lock on his waist. He groans into my mouth when I force him against me. His hard on is stiff and my hormones go on a craze. I mumble to his lips desperately, “Take me please”
Harry cradles my face and kisses me one more time before ridding his boxers. He does a push up position above me and positions himself between my legs.
“W-wait, wait” I utter. He looks at me worriedly. He holds my face and his thumb touches my panting lips. “I-I want to be covered”
We make it beneath the sheets and the comforter reaches until his hips. I apologize to him.
“No, it’s fine. I still want to fuck you though” He grins as I giggle and pull his chest to mine.
He does his first push inside me and my toes curl and my thighs tighten. Harry’s face is scrunched up and his moans are strained. His hair is worse than mine and I comb it back and peck his cheek.
My neck arches back as he pounds me continuously. He leaves love bites all over my neck. And I allow him. It’s going to be a pain to attempt to cover it up but I want his mark on me.
Harry goes faster and places my leg on his shoulder. I whimper at the new position and moan louder. Harry is holding my hips and kisses my neck.
Harry lays next to me and we both breathe heavily. We look at the ceiling and catch our breathes.
+++
Harry and I are sideways facing each other. I’m stuck on the pillow as he’s on his elbow, head in hand. With his other hand, he plays with my fingers.
“You’re a goddess” He whispers.
I blush and bite my lip because I was smiling so much. I touch his soft, warm cheek. “I have to go. I have a rehearsal”
Harry overwhelms me with soft kisses traveling from my shoulder as he shifts his way to my chest. “They can wait”
Harry disappears under the covers. I’m held down and soon enough Harry has his magical lips on me.
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