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Take 12 - Last First Kiss

A/N: Please comment as you read. It'll mean the world to me 

 I was kissing Harry Styles. I was actually kissing Harry Styles. And, the worst part? I absolutely hated it.

It wasn’t that he was bad. Dear god, no. He was perfect. Just the thought made me go weak in my knees. I wanted to kiss him more. In fact, I wanted to kiss him all the time. I wanted to kiss him everywhere too. I even had thoughts of kissing him under more… private circumstances. On a bed, for example. Or over the table at a romantic dinner. There were countless of reasons to why I should keep kissing him and never stop. Who needed air anyway?

However, my current smooching session wasn’t included in any of my secret fantasies. I was drenched, surrounded by people and the water made my pants expand—they could fall down any moment now. Somehow, the fear of flashing booty to the entire crew exterminated any desire to get freaky with Harry’s lips.

“Cut!” Steven yelled. “Cami, you’re doing it all wrong. You need to show that you want to kiss him. He traveled across the world for you, and he’s apologizing, asking you to trust him Why are you acting like he’s your worst enemy? You’re supposed to be passionate, not stiff as a board.”

Rubbing the water away from my forehead, I turned to Steven. “I’m sorry.”

“See if you can do it right next time.” He turned around. “Get ready for re-take in five.”

The unanimous groans of the entire crew showed me that they were tired now. Feeling sorry, I walked over to a chair and wrapped a towel around my shoulders. Today’s shoot was outdoors, and a massive truck with a water tank poured endless amounts of water over us. Apparently, it was a rain-machine.  I had water in places I didn’t know existed. My bra was soaked, a sloshing sound accompanied my every move, and all in all, this shoot just sucked.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked.

I looked up at him. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just a bit out of it.”

He sat down beside me and took my hand. “It’s okay if you’re nervous. It happens to all of us.” His thumb caressed my palm. “I’m here for you.”

I could hear Marcus’ snort from behind. He had spent the entire Sunday lecturing me about kissing Harry at the dinner party. He had been furious, and Ludmilla’s lack of support only made him grumpier. She’d been more thrilled for me than concerned for herself.

“What’s wrong with him?” Harry asked, gesturing to Marcus.

I shrugged. “Bad morning, I guess.” There was no way I could tell Harry exactly what was going on. How was I supposed to tell him that Marcus was grumpy I’d kissed Harry after the dinner party?

“Forget about him then.” He looked into my eyes. “We can do this, love.”

Somehow, his support made me feel more confident. Leaning forward, I kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

He smiled, pecking my lips in return. “Let’s go kill this shot then.”

I nodded. And right on cue, Steven called us up.

This time I was ready. I got into position, counting to ten as I felt the water drenched me again. Getting into character, I tried to portray what she must be feeling.

“Charlie!” Harry yelled.

I turned around to face him, struggling to keep my eyes open. Blinking away the water, I tried to make out his face. “What do you want, Luke?” I clenched my fists. “Haven’t you done enough already?”