Harry Styles One Shots

The Gift * Part I

"Really? Are you sure?"  Your voice is soft and hesitant, but she calmly runs her smooth, warm palms around your bare waist. "Oh, absolutely," she coos with confidence and a tiny smile. Her hands move up the sides of your tight bustier. She gently pushes your breasts up so that they peek over the lacy edge, then dusts her delicate fingers over the tops. "He's going to just love it!" she squeals, stepping back and nodding enthusiastically. She turns you around by your hips and says, "Let me just tighten this lacing. There. What do you think?"

What you think is that you are grateful for this young salesgirl's professional assistance and extensive knowledge of lingerie. It has been at least an hour and you are exhausted. She has brought you an endless parade of styles and colors and has helped you into different straps, buckles and clasps. It took many tries to find something you feel comfortable in. You have never been adventurous or confident in this area, and Harry always tells you that you turn him on in anything you wear. He's constantly pawing at you, even when you wear his old, worn t-shirts to bed. But you pass this boutique each day on your way to and from yoga and have been feeling cheeky lately. You decided he deserves a little something special for Christmas this year. "I really think I like it. Thank you so very much," you smile.

"It's perfect on you," she reassures. You tilt your head and study your reflection in the dressing room mirror . A white satin bustier with a ruffled edge that laces up the back, and tiny matching lacy panties. Sexy and classic. You turn slightly and look over your shoulder to see the back. There is a little round cut out at the top of your cheeks and a wide satin ribbon that ties from either side to make a bow that lays right at the small of your back. "Even the bow?" you question her, with squinty eyes and a scrunched up nose. "Oh yes, that's the best part! A Christmas present for him to unwrap." She laughs out loud and you giggle, knowing how Harry would appreciate the corny joke.

"I'm so happy to be of help, Mrs. Styles." You gasp quietly and so does she, her cheeks turning light pink. She nervously tucks a long blonde chunk of hair behind her ear and looks sheepishly away from you. You shouldn't be, but you are still surprised every time you are recognized. There has been a flood of media attention since you and Harry made your wedding public. LA is big city but a very small town at the same time. The shops and boutiques on this strip are known for discretion and privacy, as they are typically patronized by many of Hollywood's most famous. "I apologize," she whispers. "Not necessary," you reply, your blush matching hers. "Not many secrets between us now. You have seen me practically naked!" and you both laugh.

She leaves you to dress and takes the outrageously expensive bit of nothing to the front of the store to wrap. The thought of Harry seeing you in it makes your blood run both hot and cold. You imagine his green eyes darkening and nostrils flaring, his gentle fingers running along the lace, humming as he does when he has no words. He will use his nose to push your chin up, run his tongue down your neck and chest and over the rounded tops of your breasts. You can see his lips curl into his sexy smirk as he wraps his arms around you and you shiver at the vision of him slowly pulling the end of the ribbon to unlace the bow, his strong hands dipping into the panties to grip your bottom. You know he'll want to take in every detail of the outfit you've so carefully chosen for him, but you also know he'll want to tear it off and devour you. You are wet at the thought.

You meet your new friend at the counter and she hands you the box. A whiff of the rose scented tissue paper she tucked inside still in the air, your gift for Harry wrapped in pearly white paper and topped with a white ribbon bow. Your eyes meet and you both giggle at the thought of the other bow, soon to be on your backside.

***

Home. Every time you make you way past the gate and up the winding drive to your house, you can't believe this is your new life. Opening the front door, you breathe in deeply and exhale with a smile. Even in December it is light and airy, the constant California sunshine filling the space with a cozy glow. Through the floor to ceiling windows in the back you look out over the sprawling property and the view of the hills beyond.