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The Interview

"Then don't talk to me like that," I shoot back, feeling a few stray curls on his forehead brushing against mine.

"I'll tal-"

He suddenly stops talking and looks over my shoulder, a fake smile being plastered on his face.

Then he's pulling me onto his lap, quickly moving his hands to my hips and seating me right on top of him.

Before I can curse at him, a very well dressed woman is standing in front of us with a very wide smile. She has bright red lipstick on and is in a business suit, she must have just walked into the studio as I hadn't seen her before.

"Rebecca, nice to see you," Harry greets, his voice softer and kinder. I felt like I'd just gotten whiplash after hearing him grit threats through his teeth at me.

"Harry, a pleasure. Aren't you two the cutest?" She smirks, reaching out her hand for mine, "Thea, I'm Rebecca Patel. Journalist for Vanity Fair."

"Vanity Fair? Wow. Uh, nice to meet you," I shake her hand, I hadn't heard of her, but of course, I've head of Vanity fucking Fair. I knew they were a massive fan of Harry's after he was the first solo male to ever grace right after he had on Vogue.

"I'm just doing a small article for the paper regarding this fitting session. I had already spoken to Harry Lambert. I was hoping to chat with the couple themselves."

"S'no problem," Harry assures her as she pulls up a chair from one of the desks. She has a notebook as well as a voice recorder sat on her lap.

Harry finally allows me to wriggle off of his lap.

He readjust and sits back against the couch, legs spread once again but keeps me tucked into the side of his body. His hand resting on the upper area of my thigh, brushing where my bandaged thigh was but over the robe.

It is welcoming, his presence, it was chilly in the studio and his body was radiating heat. His bare body pressed tightly against mine, his tattooed arm heating my belly as his arm naturally rests there.

"So guys, Harry was telling me that you guys are interested in wearing Gucci for most, if not all of Thea's movie premiere? The one in L.A., New York, and Rome?"

I could tell by the energy Harry was giving off that he was going to take control of this interview, which was absolutely fine by me. He was voted best-dressed at how many events and in how many magazines time and time again?

"Yeah, that's what we're thinkin'. Alessandro does make some of the most beautiful red-carpet ensembles. I have a hard time turnin' most of them down. I'm also happy to introduce Thea to his ideas and designs."

The interviewer notes, quickly scribbling out a few notes, before resuming, "great, a little birdie told me that you two wore matching Gucci in you're newest music video Monarch?"

"We did. The Gucci team had pieces that matched the atmosphere we were going for in the music video and I was very happy with how the visuals turned out with the outfits."

"Good, perfect. Thea, Harry told us that you have chosen your outfit for the New York premiere so far. Are you taking the lead for the outfits? Will Harry fit his pieces to your style?"

I smile, somewhat nervously, "Uh, I think so. It can be difficult for me to find something I can see myself wearing in front of millions of people, you know? He can pull off anything, so yeah..."

Harry chuckles at the unintended complement I'd just given him, he gives my thigh a light squeeze, "She doesn't give herself enough credit, she could go out there in a paper-bag and steal the show."