hariana drabbles

024

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Author: Me (2014)
Summary: Harry's a famous underwear model and he's dating an university student.
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Harry checked himself in the mirror once more. He didn't consider himself insecure, nor did he have trouble being proud of what he saw in the reflection of the mirror, but ever since he entered the soiree of the dating world, he became a bit more self aware if anything.

He stood clad in a white Calvin Klein dress shirt; it was casual with the first four buttons unbuttoned to reveal just the peak of his chest. His cross necklace dangled between the tips of the wings of the birds he had tattooed on his chest. The sleeves were rolled up, disagreeing with the warmth the weather in Boca Raton gave off.

He was wearing dark skinnies, also complimenting his Calvin Klein induced outfit. The clothing were perks from work; some given to him after every job or when they felt he wasn't wearing enough of their branded items.

It was ironic to say the least because Harry's job didn't include much clothing. He'd been an underwear model for quite come time now, first starting when he was legal of age to be displayed in such a sexual manner.

He was forced to wear nothing but the skintight cloth, it acting more like a second skin than a pair of boxers. His body was well sculpted, as they liked to put it. He wasn't completely slim, or was he completely muscle but he was a nice mix of the two, leaving him slender and well endowed in all areas.

His arms were his favorite bodily aspect, as he had worked hard to earn them. he was never one for abs, but he had them, along with a well accented v-line that had the ladies of the room drooling at.

Harry considered himself lucky to have the job he had. It allowed for lot of female attention and opportunities to be bare from restriction. He just felt very free. Although technically he shouldn't be hired due to his tattoos, they made an exception considering the amount of attention he brought to the clothing.

This resulted in the make up artists covering every inch of his body in foundation, in hopes to hide his inked body. Harry didn't mind; he could just wash it off at the end of the day.

Harry was there most valuable asset; with his chiseled facial features, soft emerald eyes and sweet smile, all framed by a suitable amount of curly, pushed back hair; he was the heart throb of the company. Everyone wanted him.

Chanel, Burberry, Topman, Armani; he's worked for them all.

Harry fiddled with the watch on his wrist as he checked his appearance once again. Deeming himself decent to leave, he grabbed his ray bans and car keys off the counter, as well as his phone and wallet all while slipping on his shoes.

He put on the sunglasses as he opened the front door. It was a particularly sunny day out, s Harry didn't feel the need to take his Audi. Instead he chose his white vintage convertible Mercedes, a favorite of his whenever he stayed in Boca Raton.

Harry didn't bother opening the car door, and opted to leap inside just like he'd seen in old movies. he loved the feel of his cars, especially this one which held a lot of memories. He placed the keys in the ignition and started the car. The hum of the car revved as he pressed on the petal despite being in park.

He switched to drive and pulled out of his drive way. "Hey Earl!" he greeted one of his gardeners who jumped at the sound of his voice before turning to wave at him with a gloved hand. "Hello Mr. Styles." Earl smiled warmly at Harry who gave him a nod.

"Earl what did I say about calling me Mr. Styles? That's my fathers name. Call me Harry." Harry told Earl who nodded meekly. "Of course Harry."

"Be sure to remind Emma about my plans for this evening." Harry told him as he drove towards the large gates. "Of course Harry, I'll let her know now." Earl nodded as he followed after the car. "Will your friend be joining us this evening?" He asked curiously as Harry smiled through his shades. "Yes Earl."