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>> lose my mind when i'm around you <<

[ANGEL]

"Now, strip for me."

My eyes widen at his command. "W-what?" I stumbled over my words, still shocked and not completely understanding why he wanted me to strip.

"You heard me," I raised my eyebrows waiting for an explanation from him. He gave me a long sigh before taking the last sip of his vodka and continuing.

"I need one last model for my campaign and I want you." He wants me to be his model?

I shook my head, why would I do that for him. "No,"

His jaw clenched at my unwanted response and his knuckles turned white as his fist tightened around the glass he was holding. "If you don't do this I'll forget about the contract and put you in a mental hospital anyway." He threatened me. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breathe and then exhaling.

"Fine," My voice was too quiet for his liking.

"What did you say?" He evilly smirked.

"Fine." I said louder, making sure he could tell I was annoyed when I looked him dead in the eye. He shrugged it off and handed me the black clothing bag before turning to the other side of the room and picking a camera out from his show case. I carefully unzipped the bag to reveal quite a unique outfit, in the best way possible. I glanced over at Harry to see his back turned to me and it was like he read my mind.

"I'm not looking, love," He said calmly as he was looking down at his camera probably adjusting it. I let out a breathe I didn't realize I was holding in and bent down to take my shoes off before unbuttoning my jean shorts. "Plus, it's not like I haven't seen you before." Even though I couldn't see his face I knew perfectly well that he was smirking again and I threw him a disgusted look.

I finished undressing myself, standing in only my panties, feeling cold causing me to quickly change into the outfit he had for me. After struggling to put the tight outfit on I cleared my throat signaling that he could turn around now. He did so, raising his eyebrows to look somewhat shocked when he saw me. I looked back down at my outfit ; I was wearing a white silky shirt that had long sleeves, flaring out past my hands. It was cropped so it end just a little below my breasts and had some ruffles at the neck of the shirt, cutting down into a small V to show off a bit of my chest. The pants were high waisted and basically painted onto my thighs, the material being skin tight. They were black, flaring out above my ankles with triangles of white silk cut into them. I wore some black chunky heeled shoes that were also in the bag.

I cleared my throat, "So...?" His head shot up immediately avoiding my gaze and walking a couple feet in front of me. "I need to take some sample photos," He pointed for me to stand in front of one of the black walls and I did as told.

I stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to pose exactly and Harry put down his camera to instruct me further more. He mumbled something under his breath and I couldn't make it out exactly but I'm sure it was some rude comment, like always.

He placed his hand on my arm, sending chills to rise on the surface of my skin, moving it to be placed on my hip. He continued moving me around, me trying to avoid looking at him but failing miserably since his face was so close to mine and he looked so hot when he was concentrating.

He backed away, taking one last look at me, then returning back to pick up his camera and snapped some pictures. We continued for a couple minutes, neither one of us saying a word, only him coming back over every couple seconds to change my pose. I was honestly shocked and a bit scared that he all of a sudden had so much patience with me and this shoot.