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Ours - Chapter 10
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Warning: it's mature.
There was silence as he gazed at her. Despite the fact that she stood topless before him, his eyes remained fixated on hers, wide and flooded with admiration. Stepping forward, he let his hands fall to her hips, pressing his wide palms firmly against the bare skin as he dipped his head for a kiss.
Their lips met slowly, brushing lightly against each other before he kissed her deeply, pressing his palms firmly against her waist and bringing her into his chest. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, surrounding her and enveloping her in a cloud of comfort. The spicy scent of his soap soothed her senses, allowing her muscles to relax as she melted into his embrace.
Her fingertips brushed against his bare chest, trailing down his stomach until they came to rest at the waistline of his low slung sweatpants. Hooking her thumbs inside the elastic waistline, she tugged down his bottoms, laughing softly against his lips when she realized he was nude beneath them.
He smiled into the kiss, pressing his lips to hers forcefully as his sweats dropped to his ankles and he stepped forward, kicking the pants to the side. The force of the kiss combined with the momentum of his body pushed her backwards until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed.
As she fell backwards, she laughed lightly at the mischievous glint in his now dark emerald eyes. Leaning over, he flicked open the button of her jeans and hooked his index fingers into the sides before tugging the dark denim, along with her underwear, down her legs. She kicked them off once they reached her ankles and crawled backwards onto the bed, extending one finger and beckoning for him to follow.
His lips twisted into a smirk, his dimples deepening as he lifted his knee to the bed and crawled atop her. Once his hands were planted on either side of her, he dipped his head to capture her lips in a kiss. The corners of her lips turned upwards into a smile as she felt him, hot and ready, against her stomach.
She straightened her legs between his knees and lifted her hips, grinding them slowly against his to indicate she was ready. Momentarily removing his lips from hers, he positioned himself at her entrance and slid in to the hilt. She let out a small gasp and his brow furrowed in concern.
“Are you alright?” he whispered, his warm breath fanning across her face.
Pressing her lips together, she smiled, keeping her eyes light as she nodded and breathed deeply. “Of course.”
“There’s no rush,” he assured her, one hand leaving the bed, his fingers sweeping stray strands of hair from her forehead and hooking them behind her ear. “Take your time. We’ve got all night.”
For some reason, she found that statement quite amusing and burst out laughing.
“Think you can last that long, Styles?” she teased, squeezing his biceps lightly.
His lips kinked into an amused smirk, but rather than respond, he raised his hips and thrust into her deeply, causing her eyes to widen and her lips to part. Her breathing became shallow, her heart rate increasing with each passing second as adrenaline surged through her veins. Soft lips pressed behind her ear and down her jawline before circling back to brush over the shell of her ear.
“I can last as long as you need me to, babe,” he breathed against her delicate skin.
Unable to speak, she nodded her head once, signaling that he should move again. Lowering himself to his elbows, he began to rock his hips back and forth, each movement hitting her slow and deep. With her legs closed, each thrust seemed more powerful and the pressure built much more rapidly.
His lips remained locked to her neck, sucking gently in rhythm with the movements of his hips. Hooking her arms beneath his shoulders, she clung to his chest, rotating her hips in small circles against him. With each movement, she could feel him entirely, her core lighting on fire and leaving her breathless after each thrust.
He lifted his lips from her neck, resting his forehead against hers, his lips puckering out to leave light against her top lip.
She loved seeing him this way: so raw, so primal, so completely uninhibited. His cheeks were flushed and his semi-damp curls stuck to his forehead and she watched him move above her. Curving her lips into a soft smile, she lifted her chin to press their lips together, pulling him tightly into her chest and allowing her to feel every inch of his body.
Without warning, she pushed forward, using every ounce of strength to flip him over until she lay on top. Folding her legs slightly, she rest them against the insides of his thighs, lowering her knees to straddle his waist.
He chuckled softly against her lips. “Someone likes to be in control.”
“You know it,” she laughed, kissing him once more as she began to slide up and down.
His hands reached behind her back, flicking open her bra before he pulled the straps down her arms and tossed the lacy material to the floor beside the bed. Wide palms came to rest at her lower back, pulling her forward until she was lying on top of him entirely. Long fingers skimmed up and down her spine, tracing patterns into her hips. Her parted lips brushed over his, their shallow breaths feeding each other as she felt her entire body warm.
Sliding her hands up his chest, she tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck, causing him to smirk before he leaned up and kissed her deeply. She sighed against his lips, the feeling of his kiss coupled with the rhythm of their movements causing tingles to shoot through her veins.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he hugged her close to his chest before sitting up, but keeping her tightly bound in his embrace. She melted into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling her fingers into his hair as her body began to tremble.
His hip movements increased in pace, and she matched his ministrations with twists of her hips, their swivels causing her to feel as though electricity were coursing through her body. Breathing shallow and heart pounding, she looked into his eyes as she shook, finding comfort in his adoring gaze as her vision became clouded.
She felt as though she was no longer in control of her body; she felt lifted to another world. Eyes wide and lips parted, she shook against him, the pleasure overwhelming her senses and crashing down on her in waves. Her toes curled and she squeezed her thighs tightly against his hips, clenching as she buried her head in the crook of his neck to keep from screaming out.
As she came down from her high, she lifted her head to find him in the midst of his. Despite her clouded mind, she found the sight beautiful: his eyes were squeezed shut, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth, his cheeks rosy from exertion as he tightened his hold on her waist. Moments later, she felt warmth between her legs and she smiled as she played with the hair at the back of his head.
“Thank you,” she sighed happily, brushing a few excess damp curls from his forehead.
“What for?” he asked through ragged breaths, his fingers splayed across her bare back and scratching lightly.
Her smile widened. “For making me feel beautiful.”
Tilting his head to the side, he gazed at her for a moment before leaning forward and kissing her deeply. He sucked lightly on her top lip as he pulled away and she smiled as she leaned her forehead against his once more.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered, “I don’t want you to forget that.”
“I don’t,” she smiled softly, closing her eyes, “Not when I’m with you.”
She could feel him smile as he kissed her once more before lowering both their bodies back to the bed. Straightening her legs, she swung her arm over his stomach and nestled into his side, allowing the warmth of his body to relax her muscles.
His wrapped around her, hugging her close as his fingers raked lightly through her hair, causing her to sigh in contentment as her eyes fluttered closed.
“Taylor?” he whispered.
She hummed in response as began to drift off to sleep, a faint smile lifting the corners of her lips. He said something as she began to lose consciousness, but it could have been a figment of her imagination.
Because as the world around her faded to black, the words she heard were “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
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Ours - Chapter 9
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“Do you want a drink or anything?” Harry called over his shoulder as they entered his hotel room.
She shook her head as she shrugged off her coat and tossed it over the arm of the couch. “I’m alright for now.”
He nodded as he walked towards the kitchenette, pulling a water bottle from the fridge before unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. She smiled softly as she admired the way his lips curved over the rim of the bottle and his jawline tensed as he swallowed.
“What?” he smirked, lowering the bottle from his lips as he caught her staring.
Her cheeks immediately flushed red, but she kept her gaze locked on his, refusing to be intimidated by the devilish twinkle in his eyes. “You’re beautiful.”
His smile widened for a second and he set the bottle down on the kitchen counter and stepped towards her. Large hands immediately planted themselves on her hips, pressing firmly as he pulled her into his chest. His fingers slid up her sides, and she giggled as they brushed over her ribcage before sliding over her shoulders and down her arms. He repeated this motion once more before slipping his fingers between hers and squeezing her hands gently as he held them to his chest.
“Maybe,” he whispered, one side of his mouth lifting into a small smirk, “But no one could ever be as beautiful as you.”
She could feel the oncoming of another flush, but she instead pressed her lips together to hold in laughter, the result being that she ended up breathing heavily through her nose as her cheeks rose in delight. “That’s quite a line.”
“Isn’t it?” he asked, his eyes sparkling. “Good enough to deserve a kiss?”
“I suppose,” she grinned, rolling her eyes before pressing her lips to his. They kissed deeply and slowly, enjoying the feel of each other’s lips, smiling and giggling as they pulled apart.
“I need to take a shower,” he whispered against her mouth, his lips puckering out to brush against hers as he spoke.
Flashing him a small smile, she nodded and pecked him on the cheek before pushing him backwards. “Go for it.”
Pursing his lips, he blew her a kiss before padding towards the bedroom. Sighing and shaking her head, she laughed under her breath as she collapsed on the couch.
It had been quite an eventful day and she still hadn’t had time to process her emotions. As she sank back into the comfortable leather, she spotted Harry’s laptop sitting on the table to her front. Chewing her lip, she glanced behind her to ensure he was not in the room before grabbing it and switching it on.
She knew she shouldn’t be doing this; he had explicitly asked her not to, but she couldn’t help herself. Generally, she stayed away from the gossip sites and her mentions in general, but she was curious as to the public response to her and Harry’s recent adventures. Although Harry’s reps had released his statement to the media, it would still be a couple hours before it circulated completely, meaning as of this moment, the original story was still running rampant.
Taking a deep breath, she clicked on the internet icon and typed her name into the search bar alongside Harry’s.
The first articles which popped up were extremely similar to the one her publicist had shown them. However, as she scrolled down the search page, different variations on the incident cropped up and each one became more ridiculous than the last.
One tabloid claimed the fight was near fatal while the other stated that Taylor initiated it by slapping the man first before stepping back and letting Harry take the fall. Whatever the story, all of the papers seemed to come to the same conclusion: Taylor was a bad influence on Harry and would only lead him into trouble.
Sighing, she shook her head as she logged into her Twitter account and inhaled deeply before clicking on the tab to check her mentions. Her jaw immediately dropped at the awful words which appeared on the screen. Never before had she seen such an impressive display of insults or such harsh words.
They called her a slut and a whore. They told her she wasn’t good enough for him, that she was hurting their precious angel. They said he was better off without her; that he obviously wasn’t happy with her in the first place.
The worst part was, she had no idea what she had done to deserve this. He was a boy and she was a girl and they had met and hit it off and decided to date. It wasn’t as though she had targeted him or sought him out specifically to anger anyone. In fact, the extreme passion and loyalty of his fans had been a factor which had initially caused her to hesitate. But she had assumed they couldn’t possibly get in the way of their relationship.
Harry had been right, of course. She shouldn’t have done this; she shouldn’t have looked. Twenty minutes and a few hundred awful tweets later, she sat staring blankly at the laptop screen, wondering how she could have possibly angered so many people she had never met so much to the point where they wanted her to kill herself. She found herself gasping for air as her vision became blurry and teardrops formed in her eyes. Her heart palpitations became more rapid with each passing second and silent tears streamed down her face as she began to hyperventilate.
Before she could curl into the fetal position and sob, a large hand pulled the laptop from her grasp and tossed it to the side. Strong arms pulled her from her seated position and she found herself crushed into Harry’s chest, his skin still warm and damp from the shower.
Burying her head in the crook of his neck, she clung to his chest as he stroked her hair and hushed her gently.
“Baby,” he sighed, his lips puckering out to press kisses to the top of her head, “Baby, it’s alright. I’m here.”
“They hate me, Harry,” she sobbed, hiccupping lightly between words, “All of them hate me. What did I ever do to them?”
“They don’t hate you, babe,” he whispered into her hair, “I promise. They’re just shocked and they don’t know how to respond. They’ll get over it.”
She pushed away from his chest lightly and looked him straight in the eye. “But what if they don’t? What if it never gets any easier?”
“We’ll never know unless we try, will we?” he asked, a small smile twisting the corners of his lips.
She parted her lips to protest, but couldn’t speak because he pressed a finger to her mouth and shook his head to indicate she should be silent.
“All that matters,” he whispered, his lips stretching into a smile with each word he spoke, “Is that I want you. I need you.”
She took a moment to process his words before nodding slowly and taking a deep breath to slow her heart rate. Smiling softly, he cupped her cheeks between his hands and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. She immediately melted into his arms, pressing her palms against his bare chest and pouring herself into the kiss.
He rest his forehead against hers when they pulled apart and she traced his collarbone with her finger before whispered words escaped her lips. “Harry, I’m ready.”
His entire body tensed beneath her touch and he leaned backwards to look her in the eye, his brow furrowed slightly in worry. “Are you sure?”
A slight grin stretched her lips and she nodded as she grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom. Once inside, she shut the door behind them and turned towards him, looking him straight in the eyes as she pulled her top over her head and dropped it to the floor.
“Yes, Harry,” she smiled softly, waiting for him to make the next move, “I’m sure.”
Ours - Chapter 8
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She could tell by the deep furrows in her publicist’s brow that the topic which they were about to discuss was no joking matter. Gulping, Taylor nodded before shifting her gaze to Harry, who looked equally frightened.
He automatically slid his hand into the small of Taylor’s back and guided her towards a nearby couch, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together when they sank into the plush leather. She felt as though they were children, awaiting their punishment from the principal.
The publicist shoved a phone in their faces, indicating they should read the article brought up on the screen. Taylor took the phone from her publicist warily, her eyes widening in shock as they flitted over the large printed headline.
‘Inside Harry’s near fatal pub brawl: Is Taylor’s need for excitement putting him in danger?”
Taylor’s jaw dropped in horror as the phone slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. She tried desperately to think of the appropriate way to respond, but her mind came up blank and she ended up gaping in horror at her publicist, who crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow, indicating Taylor should explain herself.
Fortunately, Harry broke the tense silence.
“This is ridiculous,” he cried out, releasing his hand from Taylor’s and standing from the couch to glare at the publicist. “They’re blowing this out of proportion.”
“Then would one of you mind explaining to me what happened last night?” the publicist asked calmly, though Taylor strongly suspected she was capable of breathing fire at any moment.
Harry sighed and took a seat once more, his shoulder brushing against Taylor’s as he leaned forward and laced his fingers together, resting his elbows on his knees. “We snuck out last night to see the city.”
“And?” the publicist prompted.
“And,” Taylor stepped in, “We went to a bar where a drunk man kept hitting on me. He wouldn’t back off, so Harry stepped in to defend me.”
“And it came to blows?”
“It’s my fault,” Harry admitted, “I threw the first punch and I shouldn’t have. He had just said something awful and I was little riled up.”
Nodding sympathetically, Taylor reached out and placed a hand on Harry’s thigh, squeezing lightly to let him know she was grateful for his actions. He turned his head and shot her a small smile before untangling his hands from each other to grab her fingers.
“And I still couldn’t stop him from hurting Taylor,” Harry whispered, keeping his gaze locked on hers.
“What do you mean?” the publicist asked.
“The man accidentally punched me in the jaw,” Taylor explained, “The fight ended immediately after that.”
“Are you alright?” the publicist gushed, her previous anger now replaced with concern.
Taylor nodded and reached up with her free hand to tenderly press her fingers against her still sore jaw. That morning she had successfully managed to hide the bruising with copious amounts of makeup, not wanting to give the press something to buzz about. Unfortunately, they seemed to have found another outlet for their creativity.
“How did they find out that fast?” Harry asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “It just happened yesterday.”
“Well, you know how it is,” the publicist replied, “You two are the center of media attention at the moment. Somebody in that bar probably rang up the nearest tabloid as soon as you threw the first punch.”
“The worst part is,” Harry whispered, “They’re making it seem as though somehow Taylor is to blame. She did nothing wrong. I was the one who started the fight.”
“I know,” the publicist replied sympathetically, “But you defending her honor isn’t nearly as an exciting of a story as you getting into a fight just to thrill her.”
Pressing her lips together, Taylor blinked back tears as she realized how quickly a misinterpretation of a moment could turn into scandal. “I’m so sorry,” she gasped out.
Harry quickly turned his head and took her cheeks between his palms, rubbing her cheekbones gently with his thumbs. “This isn’t your fault, alright? If we could turn back time, I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Nodding slowly, she couldn’t help but smile when he pushed her cheeks together and smacked a kiss to her lips before turning his attention back to the publicist.
“So what do we do now?” he asked, sitting up straight to indicate he meant business.
“We can’t deny the fight happened, so we’ll just release a statement with your version of the events to counteract this story,” the publicist explained.
“Alright,” Harry responded, nodded slowly.
“It will all turn out alright,” Taylor assured him, slipping her palm against his and lacing their fingers together.
He sent her a grateful smile as he squeezed her hand before looking back at the publicist. His eyes squinted in concern and a grimace crossed his face as he spoke. “How long has this article been out?”
“It was posted on the gossip site six hours ago,” the publicist responded, “Which is enough time for it to be creating some buzz in the media. It won’t be long before other sites are reporting variations on the same story.”
Harry nodded. “Then we better get my version out as quickly as possible.”
The publicist sent him one quick nod before retrieving her phone from the floor. “I’m on it.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
Letting out a deep breath, Harry shifted on the couch to face Taylor.
“How are you?” he asked, his voice dripping with concern.
She breathed deeply before smiling, wanting to assure him that she was perfectly fine and that the situation had not phased her in the slightest. “I’m fine.”
He stared into her eyes for a moment as though checking to see whether or not she was lying before bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the skin on the back of her hand.
“Do me a favor?” he asked, his soft lips rubbing against her hand.
“Anything,” she sighed, her hand tingling beneath his touch.
“Don’t get on Twitter for a couple days.”
“Why?” she asked, furrowing her brow in concern.
Sighing, he dropped their joined hands into his lap and held tightly. “I love my fans, but sometimes, there are some of them that can get quite extreme. They are so loyal that if they think you somehow put me in danger because that article says so, they might attack you, and I don’t want you to have to see all of that.”
“You know, Harry,” she smiled softly, “as much as I appreciate the concern, I am a big girl and I can take care of myself.”
“I know,” he laughed, “It would just make me feel better if you didn’t read it.”
“Alright,” she agreed, leaning her forehead against his and whispering, “Just for you.”
“Thank you,” he whispered, pursing his lips to kiss her softly. “I promise, I’ll always protect you.”
“I know,” she whispered back, smiling into his kiss, “I know.”
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Rule 1: Always post the rules. Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you has written and write 11 new ones. Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post. Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them.
What’s your favourite band? The Civil Wars or Maroon 5
How’s your day been going?(: Really shit, just had the worst exam :/
Favorite quote? “No matter what happens in life, be good to people. Being good to people is a wonderful legacy to leave behind.” Taylor Swift
Goal in life? To disappoint as few people as possible and to be a good doctor
Favourite letter? (I know, this is weird) Haha umm S or B
What book character are you most like? katniss everdeen because 90% of the time I seem like i hate everyone but I'd probably do anything for them
Favourite food? pizza (original, i know :P)
Favourite 5 songs?
I Don't Feel It Anymore - William fitzsimmons
You Make It Real - James Morrison
My Father's Father - The Civil Wars
Treacherous - Taylor Swift
Mountains - Gabrielle Aplin
Movie or book? book
If you could be in any movie/show, what would it be? Grey's Anatomy or 10 Years
Did you answer these all truthfully? yah man
My Questions
What is your earliest memory?
When was the last time you were genuinely excited about something?
Favourite movie?
Only listen to music or only read books for the rest of you life?
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Why did you make a tumblr account?
Phone or laptop?
Ideal holiday destination?
Sight seeing or shopping?
Photographs or hand written letters?
Are you happy with life in general?
Ours
Chapter 7. Please give me your feedback! You can submit it here. :)
Madison Square Garden was one of the most iconic venues at which any musician could ever dream of performing. Playing a sold out concert at MSG was the highlight of any singer’s career. As she wandered down the storied hallways towards the stage, she couldn’t help the smile which tugged at her lips as she was flooded with memories.
The adrenaline rush at hearing the crowd chanting her name as she stood backstage had been enough to keep her energized for the remainder of the concert. She was confident that night would forever remain etched into her memory. Smiling softly, she stood backstage as she watched the boys complete their sound check, her grin widening as she witnessed Harry become completely invested in his singing.
One of the things she had first noticed about him was that he channeled every possible emotion into his performance on stage. Rehearsals were no different. She bit her lip shyly, her cheeks lifting into a soft smile as she watched him belt out the last notes of a song, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw tense, and the vein in his neck popping.
His eyes opened slowly as the music died down and he turned his head to grin at the other boys as they exchanged congratulatory high fives.
Unable to stop herself, she clapped as she cheered loudly, grinning from ear to ear as she stepped out from backstage. The boys all turned from their positions at the end of the stage, smiling widely as they noticed her presence.
“What did you think?” Liam asked, flipping his microphone easily in his hands.
“You guys sound great,” she replied brightly as she walked out to meet them at the end of the stage. “Are you excited?”
Niall nodded enthusiastically. “Of course. This place is epic. It’s going to be amazing.”
She smiled softly and nodded as she let her eyes wander over the rows of empty seats and allowing the memory of her first concert in this arena fill her mind. “It will be. I’ll never forget my first time performing here.”
“What was it like?” Louis cut in.
“Incredible,” she answered, shaking her head in disbelief as she turned her attention back to the boys, “There’s an energy that I can’t even explain. You’ll be hyped up the entire time and for hours afterwards. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced.”
Harry stepped forward, swinging an arm over her shoulder and pulling her into his side as he pressed a kiss to her temple before whispering against her ear, “I can’t wait.”
She chewed on her bottom lip nervously as she glanced at the other boys. “Do you mind if I steal Harry from you for the afternoon?”
They laughed and waved goodbye as Taylor and Harry made their way off the stage. Harry grabbed his jacket from the dressing room and shrugged it on before they headed towards the back door of the arena.
Smiling, he slipped his fingers in the spaces between hers before squeezing her palm tightly as he tugged her towards the door. “Do you want to get some food before your photoshoot?”
She shook her head and sighed. “I won’t have time. I have to be there in half an hour. It’ll be alright though, they usually have snacks and things on hand.”
“Alright,” his smile widened as he stopped before they reached the exit door, pulling her against his torso.
“Everything ok?” she asked, raising her eyebrows as her heart rate began to accelerate.
“Mhmm,” he hummed, the corners of his lips lifting into a smirk, “You just haven’t greeted me properly.”
A slight blush tinted her cheeks as she tilted her chin upwards and softly pressed her lips to his, smiling softly into the kiss as her hands gently clutched the front of his t-shirt.
“Hello,” she whispered against his mouth as they parted.
His lips kinked into a more defined smirk, his eyes quickly glancing up and down her body. “Hello, beautiful.”
Her cheeks lifted upwards and she giggled softly as he pulled her once more towards the door, gripping her hand tightly as they braced themselves to face the outdoors. As expected, there was a swarm of paparazzi and she gripped his hand tightly as he pulled her into his side and they slowly made their way towards the awaiting car.
Once inside, they both let out soft sighs of relief and began to laugh. She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to the flashing lights and people constantly shouting her name, but she was glad she had Harry to support her.
“So what’s this photoshoot for?” Harry asked, picking up her hand to play with her fingers.
“For my new fragrance. They need a new picture for the print ad.”
“I see,” he responded thoughtfully, lifting her fingers to his mouth and pressing his lips softly against her finger tips, “Does that mean I get to see you all dressed up?”
“I guess we’ll see,” she replied, her breath hitching in her throat as he sucked on the end of her forefinger, keeping his gaze locked directly on hers.
“You won’t have to wait forever, you know,” she whispered as he removed her finger from his mouth.
“I know,” he smirked, leaning over the middle seat to brush his lips against hers, “and it’s going to be incredible when it happens.”
She didn’t have time to respond as the car came to a stop, indicating they had arrived at the studio where her photoshoot would take place. Shooting Harry a soft smile, she climbed out of the car, her smile widening as she felt his fingers slip between hers once more as they walked inside.
Upon entering the building, she was quickly rushed to the nearest dressing room, hands immediately combing through her hair as makeup brushes attacked her skin. Harry watched from a distance, an amused smile lifting his lips as her curls were tamed and her facial features sharpened with makeup. Thirty minutes later, she stood from her chair and turned to face Harry, her hands placed on her hips.
“So what do you think?” she asked nervously, picking at the sequins of the gold evening gown which currently hung from her curves.
Harry’s lips parted as his eyes slowly took in her appearance, working up the length of her legs and over curve of her hips until green eyes finally met blue.
“I think you’re radiant,” he whispered, his eyes wide as one side of his mouth pulled upwards into a smile.
She blushed lightly, mouthing a thank you as she was called over to the set. It was essentially a plain white background in front of which she would be posing. She had never really been talented at this type of thing: posing seemed so unnatural to her, and it usually took her a few minutes before she became used to twisting her body into various shapes.
Placing her hands on her hips, she twisted her torso and stared into the camera in what she hoped was a seductive manner. Her serious expressions didn’t last long, however, because she found herself unable to keep from laughing as Harry crossed his eyes and shot her silly faces from the back of the room.
Shaking her head and laughing, she relaxed her muscles and loosened up, allowing her poses to become more natural. She soon found herself completely focused and forgot anyone beside the camera man was in the room until the shoot director yelled that he had all he needed.
Smiling, she thanked the photographer and director before lifting the skirt of her dress and tiptoeing on the balls of her bare feet towards her awaiting boyfriend.
“How’d I do?” she asked as she approached.
“You’re sexy, you know that?” he smirked, grabbing her hips and pulling her into his torso.
“You flatter me, Mr. Styles,” she responded, brushing her lips against his lightly.
Smiling, he pressed several playful pecks to her mouth, but before he could deepen the kiss, a low cough from the side interrupted them. Taylor shot an annoyed glare at her publicist before smiling sweetly.
“Is everything alright?” she asked, creating some distance between her and Harry.
It was then she noticed her publicist was visibly angry. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she asked once more. “What’s wrong?’
Her publicist crossed her arms over her chest. “You two are in trouble. We need to talk.”