Hoax | H.S|

The Sparkly Garter

I continue to keep my legs crossed over one another as they didn't tell me otherwise. I keep a sultry gaze into the camera, a small smirk on the corner of my dark red lips. Hoping to appear appealing.

Harry then comes into my line of sight and appears in front of me, his emerald eyes looking straight into mine as I feel a camera to our side zooming in a tad closer.

As he continues to make eye contact with me, he slowly begins to kneel, knee by knee until it appears he is almost bowing down to me.

His large hands come up to my knees and slowly begin to push them apart so they are no longer crossed. His fingers dancing onto the smooth skin of my thighs through the slits of the sheer dress.

My heart rate has sky-rocketed but not in panic. It was so close, so personal. It was hard to remember the cameras and the crew were there as our eye contact never wavers. He's invested into his work, that much I can tell.

None of his harsh lines from frowning and displeasure visible on his face, his lips puffy and slightly opens, relaxed as he performs. His chest rising slowly, paced unlike mine.

He spreads my legs enough that he can get closer into my personal space, his elbows bent as he keeps his hands flat as he begins to lean up closer to me, our chests now touching.

I could feel my breasts pressed to his muscled chest, his necklaces grazing my cleavage as he runs his lips across the arch of my neck and shoulder. His breath raising actual goosebumps on my skin.

I feel his lips trace my collarbones and caps of my shoulder blades. I realized I should probably do something.

I tilt my head back to expose more of my neck and chest to the camera and to Harry. My hair cascading a bit more down my shoulders, tickling me.

Then I do feel a bit of anxiety hit me as I carefully weave my hand into the curls at the top of his head, feeling the strands slide in between my fingers as I tighten my grip and lightly pull.

I didn't necessarily feel uncomfortable touching Harry, as we were in a professional setting, doing a job but I also knew he didn't like me and touching him as if we were actually partners was strange.

What I wasn't expecting was a quiet grunt from Harry as my fingers tightened in his hair as I directed him to my collarbones once again. Did he just moan? I must have made that up in my mind.

Harry slowly disengaged from me, with a final drag of his lips against the hinge of my jaw. He slowly pulls the crown from where it was placed to the side and slides it onto my head, nestling it in the volume of my hair.

He then takes my hand into his large, ring-laden one and plants a firm kiss onto the back of it with his eyes meeting mine. I felt my heart drop into my stomach as I felt the need to cross my legs again.

"Cut!" Gabe orders, standing up, the music cutting off suddenly.

It felt bizarre, like we were suddenly cut out of a daydream or a different reality. It was now the reality where Harry didn't like me and I had signed a contract for a stunt with said person.

Harry quickly disentangles from me and pushes himself back up, off the ground and turning to Gabe. I was stuck looking at his strong back, surprisingly only one tattoo on his right shoulder blade, but everywhere else was bare.

Before I could get a good look at what it was, he was told by Gabe to set to do the scene again, so he disappeared behind the furniture out of my line of sight.

Gabe scurries up to me, speaking quickly into his headset before pushing the mic back from his mouth. "Perfect, keep doing what you're doing. We're going to do the scene one more time."