You Sunshine, You Temptress (H.S.)

Prologue

Just wanted you all to know that not everything in this books is like what things are in real life. Somethings I'm making up, like so many other stories. - I know that James Corden is 44, but In this story he is younger (38), so it fits my story. 

Harry does not have long hair in this book, so even if the pics and gifs may be with LHH or the outfit may not fit to the description, just play a long. 

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Soooo..

I didn't get to take my shot on Harry. By the time I was about to get my tongue on Harrys tattooed bird right below his left collarbone, James literally came between us. 

"I get that you want to lick each other, but please get a room you guys!" He said while laughing. Both me and Harry just stared at each other like we didn't knew what to do. It would be so weird if we choose to just sneak out, especially because James would notice and he would without a doubt knew what we was about to. 

We decided to take the shots normally, which to be honest really sucks. I kinda liked what we were doing. 

By the time we were sat down in a booth, just me and him, he pulled his arm around my shoulder with his hand dangled down slightly touching my collarbone. His cold metal rings touched my skin. 

It's a bit unavoidable as he is wearing rings on almost every finger. It might be a little overkilled, but it fits him so well. Just like his nails. I love his confidence to wear nail polish on his fingers. The white color matches his outfit so perfect. 

I wonder if he's aware of how attractive he is?

Almost every person in this room has dropped their mouth to the floor when they've been checking him out. - I don't blame them. 

"Tell me about yourself Anna." He says while he lets one finger turn in circles on my collarbone. Even though it's a soft movement I can't help but feeling that his touch is making marks on my skin.

"What do you want know?" I ask with a little chuckle.

He looks me in the eyes with his deep green eyes. "Hmm.." He starts. "Tell something you'd think might surprise me." Harry sends me a smile and a little not like he's convincing me to tell. I guess he can read my face almost yelling 'what the fuck?'.

"Well I don't really think there's much to say." I start. Wondering what I should tell him. "I really like to write poetry, I have so many thoughts in my head and I feel it can be easier to write down than to speak. I don't know if it makes sense?" I almost ask nervous. 

Harry looks at me with a serious face and I have a hard time trying to figure out what he's thinking. 

I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm a weirdo know. - I do to.

"It's okay if you don't get it." I say quietly but loud enough for him to hear. He then starts to laugh and it confuses me as fuck.

"Anna, you do know I write songs, right?" He ask while he keeps on laughing. I frown my eyebrows while nodding. Obviously I know.

"That basically means that I do that for a living." He points out. He then takes his free hand and grab my thigh. "Is that okay?" He ask for permission. "Yeah." I simply say. 

I look down at his hand that has almost as many rings like his other hand. - Jesus that man loves rings. 

"What do I know? It's not like I'm doing it for a living." I joke but as I say it I can hear how rude it may sound. Not like that I mean anything bad with it, but c'mon. I suck at flirting.