Chapter 2

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by xxNikita1dxoxo

Dedicated to hermioneswhore

by xxNikita1dxoxo

"And the winner is.....Harry Styles," The crowd roared as the brunette with the perfectly shaped breasts announced the results of "Artist of the Year" at the AMAs.

Harry bowed down slightly to the audience. It wasn't his first time winning an award. Not the first time at all. Harry had already won countless awards and they were all beautifully placed in a separate glass shelf. Rows and rows of trophies marked the achievement this 22year old male had managed to make. He was successful, confident and every persons dream. If you didn't want to be with Harry, then you wanted to be Harry.

Walking on the stage he calmly looked at every face he could possibly recognize. He wanted to find that familiar blonde, he desperately wanted to see him but what were the odds that the beautiful boy would be here? Sure, he was there at a very well known club which was almost always filled with celebrities and artists who just wanted to drink and get laid. Harry had assumed that the blonde was also a singer or something of the kind because his favorite friend, Jeff Azzoff had organized the party. But when Harry didn't see the familiar face, he sighed and began with the speech he had prepared.

"Thank you everybody, the beautiful fans, the amazing producers and the people who have supported me and never gave up on me no matter what problem I was facing. Thank you so much. This award is for you guys," He raised the award high in his hands, his fingers clenching around it as he desperately tried to find the familiar blonde (not really familiar, Harry had only seen him once).

He walked back to his seat and waited for the night to end as quickly as possible. Oh and he went home with four awards so Harry wasn't exactly a very sad man, now was he?

...

"I'm telling you this guy is fucking perfect," Liam yelled as much as he could. His excitement getting the best of him. He had only seen this guy in the magazines, a very famous model is what people would call the man who was lying on the cover of the magazine Liam was holding.

"I want him in my video, you hear me Paul?" Liam squealed, yelled and jumped as he told his manager to get him the guy he had been crushing over for a year now. Oh poor Liam, he was acting like a love struck teenager.

"Liam," he heard Paul sigh and Liam was quite prepared for what was coming next, only this time, Liam was going to fight and stand his ground. "He's a model Liam. He doesn't do these music videos and you know your video is going to be mature something his manager doesn't want him to do. About the boy being touch sensitive or some crap," Paul explained slowly, carefully phrasing his words so that he didn't come out as the bad guy.

"Listen here Paul, I pay you your wages and shit. Its because of me that you have fucking toured the entire world so does it look like I give a damn if his manager is not ready? No, I don't. That's your job Paul. You have to convince his fucking manager, throw more money at his face for all I care. I want that sweet ass in my new video or I ain't recording it anytime soon, ya hear me bitch?"

And Paul did exactly what was asked of him after gulping down three glasses of beer and maybe, just maybe fucking his secretary (cause nothing calms them nerves down like sex with a beautiful woman).

Liam walked to the gym, smiling smugly cause he knew he had Paul right where he wanted him and if luck was in his favor, then maybe he'd also have his dream boy right where he wanted him as well. One could only hope. Liam was a patient fellow but when you've been waiting for a year to get noticed by your dream man, your patience level does go down considerably.

"Hey mate," He chuckled when he saw Harry on the weights. His best friend was always in the gym.

"Hey Li, sup?" Harry asked, moving over to take a few gulps from his water bottle. He sensed Liam's happy mood immediately (the smug smile never left Liam's face so his amazing mood wasn't exactly a mystery to anyone) and questioned him about it instantly.

"I told Paul to get me this fucking male model as a fellow actor in my music video. Oh and the video is going to be pretty steamy so....," Liam smirked at his mate. Harry quickly guessed where Liam was going with his. He had heard his best friend talk about this blonde model who had done all kinds of photo shoots and Liam had even visited him once but the boy actually ignored him. Can you believe it? Somebody had the guts to ignore Liam Daddy Fucking Payne! Harry knew that Liam was head over heels for the boy who Harry had not yet had the privilege of seeing or meeting. He knew, however that the model Liam was crushing after was everyone's dream boy. Apparently, he had a body that could put any girls to shame and the most perfect hair in the entire human history. Liam had even went as far as to say that the blonde model was "Crafted by the angels."

"What's his name? Did he agree to it yet? You know he's a model, right Li? There's a huge possibility that he might never agree to this. Models aren't really up for music videos and shit," Harry chuckled as his mate's smug ass smile got replaced with a frown.

"Hey! That fucking asshole Zayn Malik got the model Gigi to feature in his video so why can't I get one as well?" Liam whined sounding like the child which he definitely wasn't.

"Well, Gigi is a girl for one thing and you never know, your dream boy might not even be gay or bisexual," Liam smirked at Harry's sentence. There was something about the blonde model which Liam had failed to tell his curly haired friend.

"Oh Hazza bear, he's gay alright...," Liam laughed evilly as he threw the magazine at Harry's face, the page already turned open at the article containing an interview of the blonde with The Vogue magazine.

"Oh shit mate. He's gay," Harry laughed, "you lucky dawg!"

"Turn around and see his photograph. He's wearing fucking tight shorts and damn mate, I just want to bend him and devour him right this very instant. He's so damn hot!" And here we have Liam Payne fan girling over a 19 year old male model. What has the world come to?

"You sound like a chick mate," Harry laughed but nonetheless, turned the page over and gasped when he saw the familiar blue eyes and blonde hair. His heart starting beating rapidly as he did a once over to what the blonde was wearing. He had tight, like extremely tight shorts on and his hair was arranged in a messy "I-just-got-out-of-bed" look and Harry could swear on his life that he was straight but he had to agree with Liam.

The guy on the magazine was fucking gorgeous, way more beautiful than any girl he had ever "tried" to get into bed with.

"You alright mate?" Liam asked worriedly. He knew he didn't have any reason to be jealous cause his best friends of years was as straight as they come, plus he knew about Harry's little problem so Liam had nothing to worry about...or so he thought.

"He's....hot," Harry exclaimed, adjusting his boxers as he turned around, away from the questioning eyes of his friend.

He was hard and fuck if it wasn't the best feeling in the world!

AN/ And here you have the second chapter! What do you think about this? And yay Harry's first proper boner! How does it feel Hazza? Haha