harry styles | my health teacher

38. e x p l o d e

"come in!" i hear him yell with his british accent. that was something i always loved about him.

when i enter, i see him sitting at a chair in front of a mirror waiting for his stylist to get to work.

he is wearing a black button up with a black suit jacket that has thin white strips covering it. he looked really good and i wasn't even going to attempt to lie to myself about it. harry's style was interesting to say the least. he could look good in anything from a black t shirt to flowy pants. he was a very accepting person and styled both masculine and feminine styles.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." harry said grinning.

i was immediately embarrassed and could feel my face reddening my the second. "just admiring your outfit," i said hoping i could cover it up.

"thanks, i like your dress," he replied looking me up and down.

harry's pov:

she looked stunning. the small silk fabric covered just barely below her butt, due to her thin legs being so long. the dress was tight in all the right spots, showing off her slight, but beautiful curves.

i could still picture her naked body under me as i fucked her. 6 years later and i still think about the high she left me in. no one has been able to leave me feeling that good besides her.

i'd fuck a lot of girls and i'd try to forget the way she made me feel, but the longer i went with out it, the more i craved it.

peytons pov:

harry seemed to be stuck in a daze, so i walked around and sat on the couch so the silence would soon be filled with his voice.

"so when just take pictures of anything and everything, all different angles," he said readjusting himself in his chair.

"ok."

his stylist walked in not even a second later. they exchanged a few words before she started working.

i snapped a bunch of pictures around his dressing room, but thankfully his hair and makeup didn't take long so he was soon ready for a change of scenery.

"i have some ideas for some possible pictures," i said hoping he'd welcome my ideas.

"sounds great, lead the way," he said letting me pass by him.

i brought him to the stage and told him to stay up there while i hoped down to the floor.

"so i want you to turn your body, so your back is facing me and just lift your arms so your body makes a T shape." i said viewing his figure through the lense.

he did as i said and when i was ready we moved to some other spots with all the time we had before fans started shuffling in.

i took pictures up to the point where he was onstage and then i quickly hurried down to the floor where my area was.

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"oh my gosh, i'm already exhausted!" helene said right when we met up for our small break.

i was surprisingly fine throughout the whole first half of the show, mainly because a lot of the songs he was singing were more upbeat. i also didn't have any trouble drowning out the background noise and focusing on the real reason i was here.

"same!" i reply letting out w long breathe, "but i'm excited to check out these pictures later. they seemed pretty good when i was...." i was caught off guard by a tall, thin, blonde girl i recognized as camille rowe. she was standing near the edge of the vip section looking out the stage, her body moving slightly to the beat of the music and her lips moving to the lyrics.

jealousy took over and i immediately hated her.

"peyton? you ok there?" helene asks waving her hands in front of my face.

"yeah sorry i-i thought i saw someone familiar," i say trying to cover up the fact that i was starring at harry's supposed girlfriend.

"trust me honey. if the person you 'might' recognize happens to be someone famous, then it's definitely them. one time i can up here for my break and i ran into shawn fucking mendes."

our break came to an end fast and before i know it, i'm back to the floor standing next to the screaming crowd of fans...

—

"that was great show, drinks on me at the paradise club on 7th ave," i hear harry tell his band as i walk into the team room.

i sit down next to helene who was busy on her laptop. right as i open mine, harry come right up in front of helene and i and shuts our screens.

"cmon, everyone's going to the paradise club. i have a few cars waiting outside for us," he says.

"i'm pretty tired harry and we have back to back shows for the next two nights. i also have to edit these pictures and..." helene says before she gets cut off by a long yawn.

"pictures can wait, and sleep is for tomorrow because today we are celebrating." he says with a grin.

"celebrating what?" i ask him.

"uhhhh, a good show!" he says and walks away before more questions could be asked.

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when we arrived to the club, helene and i immediately went to the bar.

"4 vodka shots please," i say to the bartender.

"make it 6," i hear a familiar voice say next to me. i look over to see harry sitting a the stool to my right.

the bartender gives us our drinks and i quickly throw back my alcohol, hoping my high comes faster than usual.

"hey sweetie!" i hear a perky voice say to harry. i look over to see camille throwing her arms around his neck....