"I-I was distracted." She replied, turning to face him. "Sorry, we can go repeat the scene if you want."
Harry could have answered yes, left the dressing room with his friend by his side and pretended that nothing happened, but the scent of her skin and her perfume intoxicated him, and he only wanted to see, smell, hear and taste her.
Only her.
"I want to know the truth." He whispered, as if what he was saying was something he was afraid to shout out to the world. "I want to know if you said my name for the same reason that I would say yours, because you don't want my stupid character to kiss you, you want me."
Y/N was silent, with millions of things going through her head in just seconds, did Harry want to kiss her? She wanted to, that was obvious, but did he really want her or just as a friend?
"Y/N" The green-eyed one spoke again, staring at her. "Tell me it's me."
And she opened her mouth, thinking that no words would come out of her, but unconsciously she uttered something that would change everything between them.
"It's you."
And Harry didn't have time to stop to smile and listen to the beating of his racing heart, because he was quick to bring his lips together with those of his friend and confidant, feeling millions of butterflies just like the one he had tattooed fluttering on his tummy and thinking that if there was something better than this feeling, then he wouldn't want to know.
Y/N felt her eyes water, this was nothing compared to kissing him in front of cameras, saying another name and pretending to be someone you aren't, now they were both alone, proclaiming the love they feel for each other and with their heart enlarging with passion and nothing but love.
When they parted for air, they both brought their foreheads together and the brunette wrapped his arms that were on the table behind her around her waist, squeezing the skin.
"Harry." She said, just like her a few moments ago in the middle of the recording.
"Yes angel, I'm here." He replied, leaving multiple kisses all over her face. "I'm not going anywhere."
"H, please." Y/N begged. "Wanna feel you."
He felt his heart soften, and his cock harden.
"Yeah, yeah, you will, lovie. I promise." He let out on a sigh. "But first, I need to taste yeh."
And it was as if everything that she had lived didn't matter until this moment.
It didn't matter that hundreds of people are out of the dressing room waiting for them to shoot a stupid scene, she had dreamed of this, and it seemed that she was not the only one.
"Please." Harry's voice was heard between their gasps. "I've waited too long for this, Y/N."
And how could she refuse?
In a furtive nod from her, Harry wasted no time and put her on the table, crawling under her long dress to place soft kisses on her legs, getting closer and closer to the heat covered by her panties.
"Thank you." An inaudible murmur was heard underneath her, and just hearing someone as strong and big as him thanking for being between her legs only turned her on more. "Gonna make you feel so good, I fucking swear."
His breath hit the fabric, and he finally laid a chaste kiss right on her covered clit, eliciting a loud moan from Y/N, which threw her head back in pleasure.
"You'll have to be quieter, love. We don't want to put on a show, at least for now." He said, removing one of his hands from under the dress so that she could take it and squeeze it as much as she wanted.
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