Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Photoshoot

I was sat in the back of the room, watching Emma's photoshoot. She was currently in the changing rooms putting on a new outfit. I was waiting to see what they had given her to wear. When she came out, I could tell she was uncomfortable. She came over to me and sat down.

"Are you alright Em?" I asked, hoping she would open up to me. "Yeah. I'm just a little uncomfortable in this outfit. Do I look good?" She said, avoiding my gaze.

I then had an idea. A great idea. One of my best ones yet.

"I'll be right back. By the time I'm back, you'll have completely changed your mind about the outfit." I said while getting up and making my way over to the dressing room. I took off the clothes I was wearing and I replaced them with a women's bra and short plaid skirt. When I made sure everything fit to the best if my ability, I called Emma over, not leaving the changing room just yet.

"You ready to see this Em?" I asked her excitedly. "Yep. Let's see what you did." I walked out of the dressing room and gave her a little twirl. "So, what do you think? You rock that outfit while I rock this one?" I asked her as we made our way to where the cameras were. "Of course, I look great in this compared to you." She said, holding in a giggle.

"Well, do you think you could take pictures for them in that while I take pictures in this?" I asked, glad she felt better about her outfit. "Of course, you are going first though." She said as she pushed me to where the cameras were. "Okay boys make me look hot!" I said as I looked at the people taking the pictures and did a hair flip.

They laughed and agreed to take photos of me. I did all sorts of different poses while Emma laughed in the background. "Alright Em your turn!" I said as I left the area they were taking pictures in.

She went over and did the rest of her photoshoot while I stayed in my outfit. I'm not gonna lie, it was pretty comfortable for about an hour. Then, not so much. After her photoshoot, we changed out of our outfits and left.

"Thank you (Y/n)." she said as we left. "For what?" I asked her. "For doing that, you know getting dressed up like that to make me feel better about what I was wearing." She said quietly. "Well, I have to say it was pretty fun. I felt like a model." I said, while doing jazz hands. "Yeah, you looked hot too." Emma said, smirking at me.