- Lesbehonest. h.e.s -

-14. frustration:smutwarning-

            !!!!! SMUT AHEAD !!!!!
leave little ones. or not. i don't care much

As soon as I land in New York, I go out to get a dress. I didn't like how Harry payed for my whole flight, a ticket to get into Jimmy Fallon and a hotel for me to stay at. I wanted to do something for him.

After purchasing the most comfortable lingerie I could find and a nice dress, I went back to the hotel, that looked like it costed more than my life, and changed.

I was so tempted to take a picture in my olive colored matching panties and bra set but I wanted it to be a surprise. Harry has always told me he thought this color looked beautiful on my dark skin complexion and I couldn't agree more.

Pulling up to the Jimmy Fallon studio, I look around in awe. I want to go backstage to see Henry but I know I can't just walk back there. After 10 minutes of being indecisive, I grow some balls and try to sneak to see my mans, but am quickly caught by a huge security guards.

"Sorry ma'am. You're not the first fan girl whose tried to sneak back here." He chuckles lightly, grabbing my arm roughly, not even trying to explain that I actually know Harry because I'd just sound crazy.

"Ow. You don't have to be so rough, nigga damn." I protest trying to get his hands off me, but his grip is tight. Turning around, I kick him in the balls, making his buff figure fall to the floor as I mumble, "lil bitch".

"What the fuck happened here." I hear a deep voice say from behind me as the big guard lets out groans of pain.

"This asshole guard tried manhandling me and I wasn't having it-" I say frustrated, before I stop recognizing the voice, making me turn around with big brown eyes.

"AH!" I squeal, not being able to process words because I was so happy to see him. As he stands there with open arms ready for me to jump into them, his dimples deeper than ever. I hug him, feeling his warm body, warmer then its ever been, as I feel complete again. His black suit is a velvet texture, soft against my cheek, his cologne making me reminisce to every second I've spent with him. I wanna stay like this forever. Unfortunately, he's pulled back seconds later, a worker with a headset pulling him back, making us both turn around to give him a look.

"I-I didn't mean to interrupt anything but-"

"Well, you did." I say, noticing how rude it sounded after it came out making Harry's hand slithers around my shoulder and to my mouth as I murmur a quick "that was necessary".

"What now, Garret?" Harry asks, knowing the man's name, making me think of the time he told me he thinks it rude not to meet everybody who helps him personally on sets, and tries his best to remember names.

"You're on in 10. Lou needs you in makeup." Garret says politely, with a clipboard in his hand and a headset on.

"'I don't wear makeup' headass" I mimic, my voice still muffled under his hand.

"Shh." He looks over at me shushing me, pulling me closer as I grin under his hand. "Alright. Thank you, Garret." Harry says, dismissing the employee with a thankful grin.

"And I'll see you after the show, love." He says leaving a quick peck on my forehead, making me pout at how little time I got with him. I just want his pretty lips on mine again.

I got to my seat in the audience taking out my phone to look at the time finding a message from Harry just now.

Banana boy : Oh, I forgot to ask you. Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? Jimmy asked me if I wanted to come and I can't go without you.