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Elle Acerman is one of very few female paparazzi’s in L.A. Harry Styles is a world famous musician. When she sets her sights on him, she can’t help but develop a massive crush on him. He’s tall, dark and handsome, and a genuinely nice guy. When Elle’s agent pressures her into getting a story out of Harry Styles or leaving him alone for good, Elle works up the nerve to ask him what everyone in the world wants to know – is he gay? Not long after, the two begin a secret affair, but nothing in Hollywood stays secret for long. When some racy photos of them leak to the media, Harry and Elle are left questioning each other. How well do they really know one another? In the end, will they be able to survive a sex scandal?

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5. 05


“So tell me the truth. Are you and mister hot-shot about to have some hot steamy rendezvous?” Charlie asked as he pulled up to the curb in front of Elle’s apartment.

“I don’t feel well, Charlie,” she said, eyeing him, trying her best to make it seem legit.

“You act like I am going to go out and report this shit to fucking Wild Celebs or something,” he laughed blithely.

“You are paparazzi,” she said, pursing her lips at him as she gave him the eye.

“So are you!” He laughed even louder.

“Yeah, but I know if I’m hooking up with mister hot-shot, that I’m not going to go selling the info.” Elle chuckled lightly.

“So you are hooking up with mister hot-shot?” He smirked at her.

“I… uh… we’re hanging out,” she told him finally.

“And hanging out is code word for…?” He asked, letting his question trail off as his eyebrow cocked playfully at her.

“Sweaty, passionate fucking sex,” Elle said over-dramatically, with a playful smirk on her face.

“I knew it!” He laughed amusingly.

“Oh my god. Believe what you want, Charlie,” Elle laughed, pushing the passenger door open.

“Wear protection!” Charlie shouted out after her.

“Oh my god,” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she got out of the car.

“On second thought – don’t. A baby scandal would be excellent,” he said jokingly – at least she hoped he was joking.

“Keep dreaming,” Elle scoffed through the window at him.

“But seriously, Elle. Be careful. Being in the spotlight will eat you alive,” Charlie said with a straight face, letting the playfulness drain out of him altogether.

Elle swallowed back the lump in her throat that formed with his words.

“I’ll be okay,” she said, giving him a small smile.

“Good. I’ll see you soon, Elle.” He smiled at her as she shut the door and backed up onto the curb.

Elle watched as his tail lights disappeared down the street before she turned to walk to her building, camera in tow. With all warnings aside, she was still anxious and excited that she and Harry would be meeting up. After closing her apartment door behind her, setting her camera bag and keys on the table by the door, she let out a large breath of air, before a wave of excitement passed through her.

“Oh my god,” she sighed, dragging her hands over her face, reliving her encounter with Harry that night in her mind. His piercing eyes trained on her – the way he made her feel when he looked at her like that. He was incredible.

Elle toed off her Converse sneakers and padded across the floor toward her bed, straightening out the blankets on top of it.

“You will be of much use to me tonight,” she said, speaking to the bed, before giggling at herself for talking to an inanimate object.

“You’re losing it, Elle.” She shook her head before she headed off to her bathroom.

By the time she went through her routine of freshening up, her phone was buzzing in her pocket. She pulled it out to see a text from Harry.

 

Harry:

I’ll be pulling up in

a few minutes.

Elle:

Alright. I’ll meet you

 at the door.

Harry:

Ok.            

 

Another wave of excitement washed over her as she headed for her apartment door, grabbing her keys, just in case. She stood down at the front entrance of her building waiting for him to pull up, wondering how she would even know it was him when he did arrive. But when she saw that familiar Range Rover park at the curb, she knew for sure it was him. She’d photographed him enough in that thing.

Elle couldn’t stop smiling. She just wanted to touch him and kiss him and love him for the rest of the night. When he appeared from behind his truck, she couldn’t stop her smile from beaming ear to ear. And Harry’s was equally as big when he saw her standing in the doorway.

“Hey, stranger.” He smiled eagerly at her.

“Hey, you.” Elle smiled back bashfully, all of a sudden feeling a wave of anxiousness.

“So tonight was a surprise,” he said as he walked to the front door.

“Was it really?” Elle smiled back at him.

“Well, I didn’t know you’d be out. I haven’t seen you out in a while,” he told her, catching her off guard over the fact that he took the time to catalog in his mind that he hadn’t seen her around.

“I’m keeping a low profile.” She chuckled lightly, trying to hide the surprise on her face.

“Well, I’m glad I saw you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her in a hug.

“I’m glad I saw you,” she told him, appreciating the contact.

“Come on,” she said, turning into the small entryway of her building.

Harry followed her up the few flights of stairs, and just having him standing in her apartment once again was almost surreal. She never imagined him being in there ever and now with it becoming a repeat occurrence, it was blowing her mind.

“So, I have a question for you,” Elle said, smirking at him as they stood in the middle of the space.

“What’s that?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pants pockets.

“Is this like, a booty call… or is it something else?” She asked him, feeling a little unsettled. A wide smile formed on his lips, and she couldn’t help but smile along with him.

“So, do you remember when I told you how I used to watch you and that I am intrigued by you?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow slightly.

“Yeah.” Elle nodded, fidgeting under his gaze.

“I wasn’t lying. Please believe me when I say that,” he said, stepping toward her, placing his hands on her hips. She bit her lip, trying to modestly hide her smile, but it was no use.

“I am so into you,” he said in a low voice.

Elle took in a ragged breath as he leaned in, leaving a perfect kiss on her lips. He pulled back looking into her eyes and she was frozen, speechless, fumbling to keep herself intact.

“So, whether we end up sleeping together or just hang out, I’m glad to be here,” he told her with an air of honesty in his voice.

Every word he spoke made it harder for Elle to speak. So she decided to get the ball rolling on the one thing she couldn’t get off of her mind. She ripped her t-shirt over her head and grabbed his face, kissing him hard. His arms wrapped around her body, pulling her close to him as their mouths moved fast with one another’s. He began walking her backwards toward the bed, dropping her softly down on it as he laid himself on top of her, all the while being skilled enough to never stop kissing her. Her legs opened up for his body to fit perfectly between them and she felt his left arm come down, pulling her thigh tight up against his hip. His tongue was so velvety smooth against her own and he knew how to move it well. He was well-versed in the art of kissing, and she was in awe.

That is until he slowed his movements, leaving one last light kiss on her lips before he pulled up to look at her. Elle relaxed her body against the bed, looking up at him as her lips tingled and burned from the stubble on his face.

“How do you feel about me? Is this a booty call for you?” He asked her in all seriousness. Her heart flourished as she let out a light snicker. He was so endearing.

“Oh my god.” She smiled, looking away from him bashfully.

“Seriously,” he pressed, pushing himself up further with his arms.

“Don’t,” she said, pulling him back toward her, connecting their eyes again. She didn’t want him to move another inch away from her.

“Look past who I am. Look past the celebrity. How do you feel about me?” He asked, searching her eyes with his own.

Now that was a loaded question. And one she had a straight-shot answer for – just not an answer she was ready to give him. She was falling in love with him – second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour. It was undeniable. She fell for him from afar long ago, knowing nothing would ever come of it. But when it actually did turn into whatever it was now, she knew for sure she was in it deep. She was lost in him.

“You—” She stopped herself when her voice cracked.

She really had no idea how to explain herself. How would she explain it without explaining too much?

“I feel a connection with you,” she managed to say. His lips turned up into a smile.

“I don’t… I don’t really know how to explain it. I just… I really—I don’t know. You’re perfect. I’ll say it again, okay. I can’t un-say it, right? You’re perfect. And really, I’ve been so into you for longer than I care to admit,” she said, feeling her cheeks burn with blush.

She hated being put on the spot more than anything. But he deserved to know what she was feeling – at least as much of what she was feeling that she was willing to admit to at this point.

His smile never ceased, even when his lips came down to kiss her he smiled all through it before pulling back up.

“So, not a booty call?” He smirked confidently at her.

“Oh, it’s a booty call. Believe that right now. But let’s call it a booty call with strings attached.” Elle smirked back at him.

“A booty call with strings attached. Ha. I like that,” he laughed heartily.

“Yes. So do me a favor?” She smirked at him, cocking her eyebrow playfully at him.

“What’s that?” He smiled back, waiting on her answer.

“Get naked,” she said, pulling the hem of his shirt up his back.

“Gladly,” he laughed, pulling up to rid himself completely of his shirt.

The two of them began to unbutton each of their own jeans as he rolled off of her to kick his onto the floor, only to quickly turn and pull hers down her body. He came back up, kissing a trail all the way from her thighs on up until his lips met with hers again, leaving a firm, amorous kiss on her mouth.

“One of these days you need to let me just worship your body. Ungh. You are so amazing,” Harry breathed against her jaw as his hands roamed her body freely.

The mentioning of the future made her insides warm and fuzzy. She could spend every night in bed with this man if he’d have her.

“Anytime you want,” she said breathlessly.

Mmm. Open invitation,” he breathed against her collarbone as he began trailing his kisses back down.

“Literally anytime,” Elle giggled lightly under his tickling lips.

“I hope you know I am dead serious,” he said, pulling up to look in her eyes as he rubbed his Soft hand over her stomach, causing her muscles to jump erratically from his touch.

Please,” she begged, wanting him that second.

“Don’t worry. I might explode if I don’t have you now.” He chuckled lightly as he gripped his fingers on the side of her panties, pulling them effortlessly down her legs.

“Oh, god. Same,” she groaned, sitting up only slightly to remove her bra for him.

“Please. Get naked,” she told him as she tugged at his boxer briefs with her free hand, tossing away her bra onto the floor with her other clothes.

“Condom?” He questioned as he pushed the underwear down his hips.

“On it,” she said, leaning over the bed to dig in her nightstand drawer.

Mmm,” she heard Harry moan as his hand slid across her naked backside.

“Got it,” she said, pulling back up, handing it to him.

Elle watched as he ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his hardened penis. It really was a sexy moment, for something that could be entirely awkward if you thought about it. But Harry made it so entirely alluring.

His eyes connected with hers when he finished. Just the look in them cut her as deep as it possibly could. He was so incredibly attractive. She didn’t know how she was lucky enough to get a man like him in her bed, but there he was – hers for the taking.

He leaned down, pressing his fists into the mattress on either side of her head as her hands held onto his side’s right at his rib cage. His eyes stared into hers for a few weighted moments before he leaned down, kissing her lips with a fervor she was able to match almost immediately.

 “I want you,” she breathed, hoping he understood her hunger just by the tone of her voice.

“You’ve got me,” he said lowly, the side of his lips tugging up into a mouthwatering smile.

“Mmm,” she breathed through her own smile as she snaked her hand down to help guide him where he needed to be – which was inside of her.

Harry let out a Soft groan as his mouth dropped open slightly as he pressed in. Elle’s moan came out involuntarily as he slid inside, filling her completely. Before he moved, before he did anything, he leaned down leaving a chaste kiss on her lips.

When he began moving, it was so satisfying, so exhilarating. And as he built his rhythm, going faster and faster, her moans came out as pants and his groans came out as grunts.

Please. Oh my god,” Elle found herself begging for what she was already getting.

Without even stopping, Harry pulled himself up on his knees, lifting her lower half up slightly to plunge into her at a whole new angle, hitting a whole new spot.

“You feel so good, Elle. So perfect,” he groaned as he kept at it.

“Oh, god,” she whimpered, feeling her entire body start to tingle.

She wasn’t bothering to hold in any of the moans she made. She knew Harry wanted to hear her. She knew he wanted to know exactly what he was doing to her. Her fingers dug into the sheets as a slow, toe-curling pleasure wrapped all around her. He never faltered as her orgasm ran its course. He just kept up his break-neck speed, blowing right through his own orgasm with a low grunt.

Harry breathed in deep and then let it out hard before falling forward with his fists on the mattress again. Elle let her legs down, stretching them, feeling the ache in the muscles between them.

“Oh my god,” she sighed happily as Harry pulled out of her.

Harry chuckled as he rolled off of her to sit at the end of her bed, running his fingers through his hair before he began to take off the condom.

“I’m going to go use the bathroom,” he said, looking back at her with a small smile.

“Be my guest.” She smiled at him through her half-lidded eyes.

Watching his sexy naked ass saunter away toward the only room with a door in her apartment was an amazing sight. She lay in her bed with a smile on her face, feeling closer emotionally to him than she ever felt before.

When he came back out a few minutes later, she was still lying above the covers of her bed, lost in her own head. Fantasies of the future ran through her mind, but along with that, the warning that Charlie articulated as he dropped her off that night pillaged right through those fantasies.

Be careful. Being in the spotlight will eat you alive.

And Elle knew this thing they just created with each other needed to stay just how it was – between them and not left in the hands of the whole entire world. After seeing the way the media worked, the intricate balance between everyday life and scandal, she knew her privacy was a sacred thing. And she wanted to keep it that way.

“Hey, you,” Harry cooed as he slid back in bed with her, his hand placed on her bare stomach.

“Hey,” she said, turning her head toward him as he left a kiss on her lips.

“We should talk,” Elle told him carefully.

“Whoa. A talk… already?” He chuckled playfully, cocking his eye brow in question at her.

“I’m sorry. I just… I’m sorry,” she said, sitting up, running her hands through her hair.

“Whoa. Elle, what’s going on?” He asked, sitting up next to her.

“I just… I want to make a few things perfectly clear. I mean, if we’re, you know… headed in a certain direction,” she said, looking over at him cautiously.

“I’d like to be headed in that certain direction,” he told her with a sly smile.

Elle took in a ragged uneasy breath with his words, nodding her head as her fingers knotted together in front of her.

“Are you… do you want to be headed in that direction too?” He asked as his smile vanished into a look of worry.

“I do. Harry, I do. I just… forgive me for being a little careful here,” she told him as her eyes darted away from his.

“Careful because of me?” He asked softly.

“Careful because of who you are,” she clarified, finally looking back up at him.

“Because of who I am?” He asked, a look of confusion plaguing his beautiful features.

“Not you as a person, but you… as a celebrity – someone who is photographed on a daily basis. You can’t breathe without someone taking a picture of you,” Elle explained as best she could. It was not a life she ever wanted to be a part of. She was happy being on the other side of the lens.

“I get that you’re concerned, being who you are, doing what you do.” He nodded, this time looking away from her, and it almost made her feel shameful for what she chose to do to make a living.

“I never intended to ever be on the other side of the lens. And frankly, I don’t want that,” she confessed, her voice cracking with the words.

“Oh,” he said softly, letting his features drop slightly in disappointment.

“I’m not saying I don’t want to see you. Because, oh god, I do. I’m just saying we really need to keep a low profile. I’m me and you are you. We both have obligations. We both have people to answer to. And I think if we… you know, go around flaunting this, it might get ugly. And I don’t want that… at all,” Elle explained, trying her best to make him understand her side. His eyes watched her, darting back and forth, and it made her wonder what he was thinking.

“Okay,” he agreed after a few moments of quiet contemplation.

“Okay?” She asked hopefully.

“Okay. I’m okay with that,” he smiled at her, kissing her quickly.

Elle took a deep breath and let it out, feeling the weight on her mind and heart being lifted.

“But you know, Britney Spears dated a paparazzi once and it’s didn’t turn out so bad for either of them, did it?” He mentioned, giving her a sideways smile. Elle smiled back at him and rolled her eyes.

“I’m pretty sure there were like, restraining orders involved with that. Besides, it’s a completely different playing field being a woman in my industry. You don’t see much of us around. It’s because it’s a man’s world. That guy who dated Britney was probably crowned king for bagging her. I would probably be verbally attacked over and over again because I have a vagina and I apparently get special treatment because of it. It’s ridiculous. And it’s just not a battle I am ready to fight right now,” Elle told him honestly. He nodded in understanding as he moved in closer.

“It’s okay. I like my privacy,” he breathed against her lips before kissing her.

As quickly as the kiss happened, it was even quicker that he grabbed her around the waist and tackled her onto the bed playfully, hovering over her body.

“Now… about that body worshipping.” He smiled seductively down at her, leaving her to giggle like a little girl.

This was definitely something she was looking forward to getting used to.

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