fire | harry styles

t w e n t y f i v e

>>watching you get dressed, messes with my head<<

[ANGEL]

I stirred around, tucked into a silky duvet, as the mattress moved next to me. I groaned when I heard ruffling and footsteps around the room, starting to get annoyed from the noise and not wanting to wake up yet. Once the sound of a door being closed and a shower running reached my ears I shot my eyes open and sat up, letting the duvet fall exposing my naked torso. I looked around the vaguely familiar room just sitting on the bed as all of last nights events came flooding back to me.

I looked down at my lap and started fidgeting with my thumbs. What the hell got into me last night? I couldn't explain to myself where I managed to get all that confidence from and I didn't know how to feel about my actions. Yea, of course I enjoyed it, it was amazing, but did I regret it?

I didn't have time to continue fighting my thoughts when Harry came out of the bathroom and back into the room. He walked in wearing nothing but a white towel that was hanging teasingly low on his hips, showing off his v-line, and that usual frowned face of his showing that he was deep in thought. I looked up at his daunting figure, completely oblivious to the fact that my entire chest was exposed to him, and it wasn't until his eyes flickered between my body and my face that I realized and quickly pulled up the silk fabric to cover myself. I felt blush rise in my cheeks from embarrassment and I bit the inside of my cheek.

"You should start getting ready, the shoot starts at noon but you have to be there at eleven," His British accent came out very calming making me wonder if this was still the same Harry who kidnapped me in the first place. I only nodded my head and he turned around to open his closet and started rummaging through his endless selection of suits.

Taking the chance that he wasn't looking I quickly got up, wrapping the duvet around my body, and awkwardly standing there not sure what to do. He let out a hum when he finally picked out a suit and held it in front of him to get a better look. I started heading for the door when I stopped and smirked.

"Is Vanessa going to come for a 'meeting'?" I mocked him remembering what happened last time we slept together.

He scoffed, "What would you do if she did show up?" I narrowed my eyes at him not exactly sure what game he was playing. Instead of answering I only rolled my eyes, opening the door to step out but before closing the door I heard him say, "Don't roll your eyes at me, darling."

After fully cleansing my body in the shower I wrapped myself in a towel to leave the bathroom and head to my room to change. Luckily Harry wasn't in the hall when I stepped out, it was kind of weirding me out how he started acting so differently all of a sudden.

I stared at all the different dresses in my dresser, thinking what could be appropriate enough to wear to the photo shoot. I hadn't been to Harry's office since the first day I was brought over and I distinctly remember feeling like shit when everyone there was dressed so nicely.

After minutes of indecisiveness and worry of possibly running late I finally picked a dark blue bodycon dress, that compliments my skin tone, with off the shoulder sleeves and hugged my waist and curves beautifully. I paired the dress with the same black pointed heels I wore with the lingerie last night. Last night. I couldn't help but grin at the thought.

I didn't bother to do any makeup since I knew I'd get that done before the shoot and same with my hair so I just let it out and dangle onto my shoulders.

There was a knock at my door and I grabbed my bag ready to leave anyway. I opened to find Johanna and my smile only widen more.

"Dear, Harry asked me-" She stopped when she got a good look at my appearance. "Dear, you look beautiful," She gasped. I giggled at her reaction.