With Harry, I felt like someone new, someone better ~ someone beautiful... He was so good to me after all I had done this morning and still managed to make me feel attractive when there was nothing I felt further from. The first shoot was going perfectly, although it had taken me some time to get rid of the awkward feeling of posing in front of my authority. However, I could never really say that I saw Mr. Styles as my authority; expecially with the way that he looked at me. Those emerald eyes, I couldn't decide what they were telling me. I felt so much like his muse and mistress simultaneously.
As what seemed like hours rolled on, the flashes of the bright camera ceased. I hopped down from behind the silky lace curtains on the window ledge of the large studio room and stretched out. Momentarily, more flashes proceeded but I shook my head. "I need a brake, please Harry" I whined and pouted, walking towards him.
I could see Harry smile as I approached him and as I came closer, he took the camera down from his face."Okay, okay" he put his hands up defensively. "I guess you can have a few minuets but I want you back here with me in 10" The smirk on his face left. Playtime was over. As he walked back into the main office, Harry tasseled his hair after sitting in his chair. I had followed him in, not bothering to get dressed again only to make a quick cup of peppermint tea. As I walked over to the kettle on the far corner of the office, I caught Harry looking at me. He looked over at me and opened his mouth as if to speak but then refrained. He seemed perplexed by something. "What's up?" I questioned him, stirring a scalding cup.
Reluctant, he sighed as he began to tell me. "Our magazine edit needs to be published tomorrow morning and I haven't finished the cover photograph. It's just that I need to get some things run by Zayn before 3." The time was 2:30 and Mr. Malik wasn't at work today. Tomorrow was an essential day for the company as they were joining up with all the big brand names for week to celebrate the opening of the new gallery. Companies like Armarni, Zara, Elle just to name a few. Along with thousands of other prestige brands worldwide. I could empathise with his stress.In truth, there was nothing to really stress over. I was free and willing to drop in on Mr. Malik for as it was necessary.
"It's okay Harry" I smiled cooly to myself. "I'll drop them off for you if you need me to" I offered. "And really, there's no rush for the shoot later on... Just call me if you want me" I went a little further. There was really no need to pressure him to finish it. I doubt Malik would.
"About that." Harry's voice sounded serious. I looked up at him, my face cooling from the heat of the steam from the tea. A familiar grin spread across his features. His dimples forming perfectly. I raised my eyebrow and looked down disappointed as I thought of the shoot. I thought it went great. Obviously I was mistaken. Harry stood up and strolled over to me. As he did, he took my hand in his, pulling me into himself. When I was close enough to him, he pulled at my waist, my body encompassed in shivers.
There was a sudden heat on on my neck as his lips grazed my neck, almost forming kisses but not quite. A lump formed in my throat, keeping me from moaning. I cleared it. Harry's large hands moved up the back of the silk kimono, the gaps touching my skin felt as if they were burning. "Harry." my voice came out as a soft whisper, the traces around my bra straps silencing me. He moved his lips, his green eyes piercing mine. "You've forgotten how to feel" he uttered. "I think I'll have to reteach you" he muttered . "My house at 10. This time I don't think you'll forget so easily." Harry whispered. He pulled away a little but I held him back, pulling him into myself. As I was about to reply, there was a knock on the door. I stepped back.
"You ready?" I turned to see Mr. Malik at the door, putting on his silver cuff links, the spiral of hair curling on his forehead attracting my attention to him. Harry cleared his throat. Looking up, Zayn saw me, his dark hazel eyes glued on me. He smiled. "Actually, I need Miss. Mathis to go with you, I'm a bit tied down at the moment." Harry's voice was sad. I gave him a small smile. "Understandable" Zayn looked me up and down, his eyes frantically pacing my body. Before I left, Harry offered me his coat. I beamed at him "Thanks" I winked and walked up to an awaiting Malik.
"I hope you weren't too occupied Marie," he started. "we might be busy this afternoon" he smirked at me, my cheeks warming responsively.
"Not at all" I assured him as we slipped out of Harry's office.
Not at all.