WHATS UP MOTHER FUCKERS
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Harry's point of view
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The first session went amazingly, Niall was so kind and sweet and just God-like.
"Paul, please?" I begged, almost wanting to tug on the sleeve of his arm like a child.
"Harry, for the last and final time; no. You can't get everything you want. It will ruin the last bit of your responsible and respectable status, you will be finally be named a man-whore, it's totally unprofessional of you. If you want to stay a professional model, you need to stop being a sleaze and be more mature," Paul finished with a sigh. I actually wanted to cry.
"But I want him as my boyfriend; not fuck buddy. I want to take him on dates and shit," I smile in a persuading matter, trying to get him to say 'yes'.
"The very fact that you said 'and shit' proves to me that you won't be committed." Paul rolled his eyes dramatically.
I sighed in defeat.
A few moments of silence happened until Paul sighed apologetically, "Harry, if you can keep this boy for 2 months, then I'll believe you." But before he could finish, i attacked him in a hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I screamed. I was probably being a little dramatic over this but I really want Niall.
And hopefully he wants me..
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Fanfiction"Perfect. Keep that pose," Niall says, snapping another picture of the gorgeous boy in front of his camera. He's trying not to have the blood rush to his face while looking at the half naked model. Okay, come here and look at these pictures," Nial...
