Red String 2 {h.s}

Chapter 15

"Harry, that's amazing!"

Amy can't help but think about how she was the one who had got Harry to binge watch Fleabag with her.

"When will you film?" Amy directs her question both at Harry and Ben.

"A few weeks. As soon as you two learn the dance. You'll need to start rehearsing when we get back. You were thinking Paul?" Ben says, referring to the choreographer from One Direction.

"Yeah, I spoke with him in November, told him the idea, and he said he'd figure out a routine."

"Okay, I'll get a hold of him and tell him we need to start rehearsals ASAP. We're going to have to move on this pretty quick. Get studio space and book the venue for filming. Hire dancers..." Ben trails off as he walks away.

Once in their room and after having a proper shower together, Harry is sitting on the edge of the bed when Amy comes out from the bathroom with her hair wet from the shower and a towel around her waist. Harry looks contemplative as he stares out the window that's nearly water level. Amy can sense that he wants to talk but he is just looking for the words. She stands in front of him and places her hands on his face, tilting it towards her.

"Tell me what you're thinking," she says quietly.

Harry leans towards her with lips puckered, asking for a kiss, and she meets his lips halfway. Afterwards, Harry let's out a sigh, and places his hands on her waist to pull her onto his lap.

"You gave me an idea for the Falling music video. You said when you play it on the piano that it makes it feel like the song is drowning you. What if it was like the piano begin to fill with water as I played it and then overflowed."

"Can you make a piano do that?"

"I think so. I mean you're just using it as a prop so you could do anything really since you add the music in post."

"That would look pretty incredible."

"I'm going to talk to Molly," he says, referring to his creative director, "See what she thinks."

He starts composing an email to Molly and as he types, Amy rummages through her luggage for something to wear. She drops her towel to the ground and Harry looks up immediately from his phone.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle Bernier," he says excitedly.

"Bonjour Monsieur Styles. Tu aimes ce que tu vois?" she asks, peeking over her shoulder at him.

"J'aime. I think? You asked if I liked something, right? I like everything I'm looking at right now," he says dragging his eyes down her body from head to toe and back again.

Amy giggles at his response and the sound makes her heart flutter and he is amazed that she still has this affect on him. That making her laugh feels like winning the lottery. She bends down, purposefully giving him a full view, and she smirks when she hears him clear his throat in a quiet cough. She looks back and he is adjusting his shorts.

"Something I can help you with?" she asks, not making eye contact but instead looking at the area she wants to aid him.

When he doesn't answer, she looks him in the eye and he makes a come here motion with his finger. She shakes her head no at him, testing to see what he'll do. Acting like a mouse to his cat. The corners of his mouth pull up and she knows that the game is on. She faces him, with her naked back against the wall, and she lifts her hands from her stomach up her body to her bare breasts, softly grabbing both. She slides then from her breasts down her stomach, ending between her legs.