Harry Styles Imagines

(120) - daddy modelling

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"I said that I didn't want to put that on.", Harry exclaimed and the photographer sighed, rolling his eyes at his hopeless actions.

"Harry, you're paid to wear all of this. We don't care if you don't like the clothes. We pay you to work. Now, go put them on and present yourself here.", Jeffree, the photographer told Harry, who almost wanted to shout back at him, but held his words back.

"Olivia, help Harry with his clothes. He's quite grumpy.", Jeffree warned him with a small laugh.
"I'm here.", Olivia opened the door from the studio and took the clothes from Jeffree's hands.

A tight, knee length and black skirt covered her thick thighs and a deep red shirt was tucked in it.
Harry looked at her body shamelessly, forgetting why he was there in the first place.
He wet his lips and looked away, keeping his usual arrogant expression on his face.

"Right. Thank you, Jeffree. We'll be back in a couple of minutes.", Olivia quickly smiled and Jeffree went back to his camera, quickly adjusting everything.

"Follow me, Harry.", the man gladly did as he was told and at the same time, he admired her from his position.
"What's wrong with these clothes? Why won't you wear them?", as they entered a room with a few mirrors and other furniture, Olivia set the clothes on a chair and looked at him.

Harry huffed and crossed his arms.
"Tell me what's not wrong with them.", the man rolled his eyes and Olivia lightly shook her head.
"Do you need help with them?", Harry shook his head.

"You can go make me a coffee.", he told her, turning around to grab the red pants.
Olivia raised an eyebrow and huffed, shaking her head.

"I'm not your slave or waitress, Mr. Styles.", the woman clearly told him releasing a deep breath, yet causing Harry to drop the pants.
"Excuse me?", he slowly turned around, his eyes meeting hers in a type of contest.

"You're also getting paid for doing your job, Olivia. And your job right now is to please me.", Harry walked closer to her, definitely making Olivia's anxiety rise, yet she kept herself together.

"Please you?", she said with a sarcastic voice.
"Yes, darling. Please me. Go make me an espresso, piccola.", as the words were said to her, his face was incredibly close to hers, making her eyes close for a short moment.

"J-Just please, get dressed.", Olivia said quickly and went away, as Harry winked from behind her, leaving the tension in the room.

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Published the 30th of June 2019.