Pressure [hs au]

12 - Insatiable

Word count: 2869

"And you chose me because?" I ask, taking a step closer to him. There has to be some reason he asked me instead of some girl or guy off of the modeling list. Harry carefully puts his paint tray down, spinning around to face me. We were a lot closer than I anticipated.

"You've just got something about you. I find it inspiring, alluring, and goddamn maddening all at the same time."

I can't stop the blood rushing to my face, or how my heart involuntarily starts beating faster. My stomach is doing somersaults and I can't bring myself to break his gaze. 

Never had anyone in my life ever said anything like that to me before. Just by the way he was looking at me right now made me feel something deep in the pit of my stomach. 

Inspiring, alluring, and goddamn maddening.

He sure has a freaking way with words. I blink, breaking my odd trance and look down to my feet. I can't even describe how I am feeling right now. When I look back up, Harry is still watching me carefully.

"So we can start whenever you're ready." He clears his throat, glancing over me one last time before sitting down on the tall stool. I nod, crawling to the center of his bed. "I'll just ask you to 'hold it' once I see something." I nod, moving so I was on my knees, facing him. 

"Keep in mind, I have never done this before." I say, thinking up several ways to prolong this.

"I know." I look up, catching the last second of his grin. 

"Oh my gosh," I mutter to myself, "Can I see the list?" Harry nods quickly, hopping off the stool to grab the sheet of paper. I don't know what I'm even doing right now. I feel like ever since I moved away from home I'm practically a whole new person.

"Abby, I don't want this to be uncomfortable for you," He says, handing me the sheet, "If you don't want to do this, you don't have to." His voice is so soft and calming. I shake my head, taking the list.

"No, I definitely want to, I just don't know how to start. I'm sure I'll pick up on it eventually." He nods, adjusting one of the lights before going back to sit. He starts mixing colors, trying to recreate my complexion in paint. 

I quickly read over the list several times, to nervous to just pick one. 

"Oh my God, there's too many options," I drop the paper on the bed, running an anxious hand through my hair. "Can we just start at the first one and go through all of them? That way you can just choose the one's you like best?"

"That'll work, I need a couple different poses for this, so that sounds good." I check the list one last time, rereading the first example.

"Okay, um so where should I-uh change?" I ask, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Here, you can go in here if you'd like," he motions to his closet, "I've got a robe in there too if you want it." I bite my lip, fighting the urge to laugh. Something about Harry in a robe just sounds funny. I wonder what he does all alone in his apartment all day.

Probably walk around in his robe.

I hop of his bed, and walk over to his closet, mumbling something like, 'I'll try to be quick.'

I quickly take off my leggings, dropping them on the floor and unbutton my oversized flannel. Do I take this one off too? I know if I was just in my underwear, it wouldn't be different than if I were at the beach in a swimsuit, but it still makes me a little nervous. 

I just have to seize the moment, and then let it pass.

I hate to bring it up, but the only person who's seen me with this little amount of clothing on is Jason or my gynecologist.