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Number Twenty Nine

Harry with babies will always be my favourite thing on this planet. Every other time he holds a straight face but give him a baby and he shows his pearls. I stan one man.

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• Chapter Twenty Nine •

Harry had set his camera and other necessary equipment, I stood next to him as we waited for the model to arrive, I took note of Harry's clenched jaw and stone cold eyes. He's beyond angry. I mean, I know how much he hates tardiness and this is highly unprofessional. "Gerald, I said yes to this photoshoot out of courtesy for you and your model doesn't even show up. Do you not have a replacement?" Harry hissed at the director, who cowered then spoke "I'm sorry, Mr Styles. It's not like her to be late"

"I'm disappointed, Gerald. Do you think I like such tardiness? No, I don't. This is less embarrassing for me than for you. Next time you want me to do a shoot for you, have the goddamn model here a day early" Harry huffs and I felt bad for the bald headed man who kept his gaze on the floor as Harry towered over him. I don't know why but I opened my mouth, something I shouldn't have done "Mr Styles, I'm sure it isn't his fault. Don't lash out on the man" Harry turned to me so fast, I'm afraid he suffered a whiplash.

"Excuse me?" He gritted his teeth "I-I.." I stuttered then trailed off "Thought as muc-" Harry was cut off by the voice next to me "Actually, she's perfect" I turned to my left finding the stylist for the shoot standing there and I furrowed my brows at her "No" Harry said and the stylist shook her head with a smile "Harry, she's perfect, plus she has the curves for the clothes" She? Who she? I froze when I felt the stylist tugging me by my hand. Fuck. 'She' meaning me. No, I'm not a model "I'm sorry but I'm not a model"

"For now, you are" she smiled at me and before she pulled me away, I turned to face Harry and those sinful lips had stretched into a smirk. I sucked in a breath seeing his eyes turn a shade darker, the grass green orbs now a forest green. Minutes later I was dressed up against my will and shoved in front of the camera, I shuffled from foot to foot, having absolutely no idea what to do when a man with a headphone neared me, tugging me at my hand before pushing me onto the couch used as a prop.

"Lean back, rest your arm on the top and let your legs dangle off the couch, not a lot but just by a little" He moved my body in the way he wanted and my eyes flicked towards Harry's. I gulped seeing his jaw clenched as his eyes glared at the hands that held my body. Getting the idea, I set my body accordingly "Perfect" the man smiled and I nodded. "Now don't look at the camera, maybe away like towards that door" he pointed and I nodded yet again.

Click, click

The sound of the camera resonated through my ears, each time Harry had lifted his head to change or check the amount of lighting, I found this teasing sparkle in them, it's like he was smirking via his eyes as his bottom lip stayed tucked beneath his teeth. Eventually I was changed into another outfit, the makeup on my face made me want to throw up. I didn't like it at all. I sighed as I made my way to another prop, this time being a bubble chair only thing is that it didn't have a back. It was basically a small cushion set onto a fucking hoop.

I did as instructed, plastering a smile on my face when needed or faking a laugh which made me actually laugh. Throughout the photoshoot, I kept my attention on the man behind the camera, I followed his stance. His every movement, his lean body being hugged by the material of his suit. I wonder what it would feel like on mine. Wait what? I shook my head and put my focus on the shoot.