Behind The Marriage

Gucci - Part 27

You stared at yourself in the mirror as your hair was curled and pinned up. Next up was having your makeup done. Today was the day of the photoshoot for the Gucci Campaign you and Harry were apart of. You still couldn't really believe that you had agreed to it, but you had and now here you are in hair and makeup.

This part wasn't too bad, in fact, you loved having your hair and makeup done for you. It was the rest of the day, you were still unsure of. The wardrobe and, of course, the actual photoshoot. You knew everything about being behind the camera, but on the other side of the camera not so much.

"Okay, let me spray some of this setting spray," the makeup artist said. "Then you'll head on over to wardrobe and they'll get you fitted in your first outfit."

You nodded closing your eyes feeling the spray across your skin.

"All set," she smiled. "You look gorgeous."

You looked in the mirror, smiling out yourself, "You did a great job."

"Well, it helps when I've got a beautiful canvas to work with already." she smiled.

"Thank you," you blushed.

You smiled slowly getting own from the chair and heading to the wardrobe area.

"Y/N! There you are," the stylist smiled. "You're going to love what we have chosen for you."

"And you know... about this... right?" you asked placing your hand on your belly.

"I do," she smiled placing her hand on her own belly. "I'm just about five months."

"Me too," you smiled.

"Then we're in the same boat," she smiled. "And I've picked a range of sizes of each outfit... in case you want some to be a little more form fitting or a little larger."

"Thank you... that uh.. that means a lot," you smiled.

"You're welcome," she smiled. "Now, let's get you dressed, yeah?"

Once you were dressed, you looked in the mirror and couldn't believe it. It fit perfectly and you loved it. You felt beautiful and you were happy that you decided on a tighter fit, to show off your growing belly.

"There you are," you heard Harry say from the door. "They're ready when we are."

You turned to look at him and his eyes widen, "Wow, you're... fucking gorgeous, baby."

You blushed "Yeah, I am," you laughed putting your hands on your belly.

He smiled walking over to you, "I'm happy you think so."

"So, shall we go?" You asked.

He smiled kissing your forehead before taking your hand and walking to the set.

**

After a few photos, you were still a bit nervous. Harry could tell and he asked for a short break.

He looked over at you, "You okay?"

"I'm sorry," you groaned. "I suck at this, right?"

"No, that's not it at all," he said. "But I can tell that you aren't comfortable."

"It's just weird having the camera pointed at me instead of me pointing the camera," you sighed.

Harry nodded, "I know this is out of your comfort zone. Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Yes, I am," you nodded. "I want to do this, I do... I just... I don't know how."

"Hey, look at me," he whispered taking your face in his hands. "You're overthinking it. Just.. do what feels natural and just focus on me... don't worry about the camera.. or the loads of people behind the camera."

"Easier said than done," you mumbled.

"I know, but... just think of what you tell your models when you're behind the camera and do what you want them to do in order to get the good shot," he said.

"I'll try," you sighed nodding.

"Everything okay?" The photographer asked.

Harry looked at you and you nodded.

"Yeah, we're good to go," Harry said.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, and focusing on relaxing your mind and your muscles. You opened your eyes again, turning to look at Harry and pushing everything else out of your mind.

And with that, the camera started snapping away.

**

The rest of the shoot went a lot better and you started to get a little more comfortable, but you still weren't one hundred percent there yet. You had just changed into the final outfit of the shoot and headed back out to the set. When you got there, you saw Harry speaking with the photographer.

"Everything okay?" You asked walking over.

"Yeah, we actually were chatting about a new idea," he said.

"Yeah?" You asked.

"We were thinking that maybe for these last few frames, you could maybe pose with a camera," he said. "You could take pictures of me or of the set, anything you want."

"Really?" You smiled.

"I think it'd look great," the photographer said. "We actually have an older camera that was being used for a prop and it works, so you're more than welcome to use it."

You looked over at Harry, tears in your eyes, "This is amazing," you smiled wrapping your arms around him. "Thank you."

He laughed kissing your head, "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Shit, I'm going to ruin my makeup," you groaned.

"That could actually be a look," Harry joked.

"Nope, nope," you said patting under your eyes. "I'm good, I'm good."

"Well, Mrs. Styles, here is your camera," the photographer smiled holding it out to you.

Your lips spread across your face into a huge grin as you took it from you. The camera was one of the oldest ones you've seen and you were surprised it still worked. As soon as the camera was in your hands, you forgot about the main camera, the photographer, and everyone else. You just looked over at Harry and started snapping your own pictures. You took plenty of Harry and then some of the other props. You took photos of the landscape and even your last few were pointed at the camera.

Harry walked over, wrapping his arms around you, placing his hands on your bump. You smiled looking back at him as he looked down at you.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," you smiled.

"And that's a wrap," the photographer smiled snapping the final photo.

"You did it," Harry whispered.

"Yeah, I did," you smiled. "And I couldn't be happier."