fithy-two
I thought the sun was enough light for the shoot; guess I still have a lot to learn. Because at the moment, I was not only posing in the sunlight, but at least two tall lights as well. Hearing my name being shouted, I looked away from the sun and right at the photographer. A few years ago, I'd be ashamed standing in front of a dozen people with barely nothing covering my skin, but I couldn't help but feel beautiful.
My eyes scanned through the people, going from assistants to other models, up to my boyfriend. Harry Lewis. The smile on my lips spread across my face. "Keep that smile, Joan!" I was about to answer the photographer, telling him that I wasn't going to change anything, but was stopped by Harry's eyes meeting mine. Something about his gaze still made me blush. We've been with each other for quite some time. Have been throughout a lot. Seen each other in various stages of emotions. But Harry still managed to make me fluster by only his look. "Amazing. Thank you, Joan!" Shaking my head a little, I nodded, quickly walking down the beach we've been shooting at for the past days.
Harry has been with me for every single one of them. The other's first thought it was creepy and asked if I needed help, but after explaining to them, that him being close by made me feel more secure, they somewhat understood.
"Hello, Birthday boy." I placed a soft kiss on his lips, leaning down to him. Harry figured out that in the time I was away, he could get free drinks from the hotel bar and sit down on one of the sun loungers, enjoying the heath and ocean. "Hello, you." He smiled after I pulled away from the kiss to sit down on the sand. "I'm done as far as I'm aware. Lets get my stuff and change and we'll make it right on time for our reservation!"
I was about to get up again, but before being able to speed off, Harry wrapped his hand around my wrist. "I told you that we can just stay in. You've had a long day, love. I don't care for going out." I shook my head before pulling my wrist away. "No. Harry, we've had this talk each night for two weeks. We're going to that bloody restaurant and you're going to get a cake, blow out some candles and let me be a decent girlfriend. It's my fault you're not back home, celebrating with your mates." I felt bad for having him here with me.
It was Harry's birthday. He should be in London or Guernsey. Either way, he should be with his friends and family, not on the other side of the world just to sit on the beach, watching me pose for an hour and then wait for the next outfit change.
"If you insist." He let go of me to let me get changed. But before I was out of sight, I turned around to get him to come with me. "I have a surprise." His face dropped and within seconds, he appeared next to me, nearly falling over at least two times. Running in sand wasn't his strenght. I took his hand, leading him through the resort we've had the shoot at. Down some hallways, a left turn right up to a closed door. I opened it with a swift move. "What the fuck." Harry let out a disappointed sigh. "Clothes?" I smiled, nodding. "Can't let you go to the restaurant in trunks, can I now?" I stepped to the side and let him walk up to the bed on which I placed an outfit of his earlier today. "Really thought this would turn out different."
He picked up the black shirt and I couldn't help but laugh. "Later." Raising an eyebrow, Harry started taking off the clothes he was wearing to replace them by the one I've prepared. I did the same, already having my hair and makeup done so we were ready not much later.
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user: one way to spend your birthday
user: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
user: happiest birthday, harry
miniminter: happy birthday bog!
behzingagram: BOGGO YOU OLD FUCK HAPPY BIRTHDAY
user: of course Joan's in the spotlight of his fucking birthday post
theburntchip: thank you mrs lewis for birthing this man today a decade ago
joandumaire: happiest birthday my love xx