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Part I

Came up with the idea for this with a friend. Enjoy.

Em x.

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When she walked into the shoot, it wasn't what she expected in the slightest. Harris asked her to come along, saying she "had a good eye," and "could include good input," but it had taken a lot of convincing considering this was a photo shoot for Harry Styles and not just some rando scrubbing Harris for a lick of fame, or others things for that matter. She had been nervous, yes, but she had met Harry a handful of times prior, and celebrities, fashion shows, and magazine photo shoots were nothing new for her. Still, the thought of simply being in Harry's presence again had made her stomach twist.

But, seeing it all now, in the flesh, it was a different experience entirely as this was not an ordinary shoot. Beauty Magazine was known for its riveting, artistic covers and photography for a range of highly acclaimed artists. This was going to be fun.

A crew of people had already begun setting up the set and rearranging different props. There were screens, a rainbow of backdrops, cameras for both photos and video, and a bunch of other technical items she had no idea as to what they were, never-the-less how they possibly worked.

Before she could knock something over, she ran into Harris and Harry Lambert chatting up a storm.

"Ah, we were just looking for you." Harris said. "We need your opinion on something."

"Between the two, which gloves do you like more?" Harry said, holding up two pairs of gloves in his hands. One pair was a pale blue and burgundy plaid pattern with a small trim of white lace around the edge of the fabric that encompassed one's wrist. The other pair were half palm gloves that were a simple black and made up of a leather-like latex material.

"Not even a "Hi, how are you?" or "It's good to see you?" before you two are already bombarding me with questions." She said with a smile and a sigh. The three exchanged hellos and hugs before she continued. "Black, by the way. Those are hot."

"Lovely, thank you darling." Harry said. "You should go say hi to Sue by the way. He's excited you're here."

"You two don't need me to pick between any more crazy garments?" She teased.

"Oh, we do", Harris jumped in, "but we'd rather see you and Harry flirt uncomfortably before that, so off you go." He made a flittery motion with his hand towards nothing in particular.

"Plus, we need you to distract him a bit while the crew sets everything up, seeing as they're a tad behind." Harry added.

Heat rose to her cheeks at their comments. She rolled her eyes and walked past the duo and down the hallway.

"His dressing room's the other way, love!" Harris said without looking up from the sheer fabric he was now examining.

The pair watched as she stormed past with a red face and tense shoulders, sly smiles on their lips.

She made her way down the hall to the door that said 'Harry Styles' in bold letters and knocked on the door gently.

A muffled "Who is it?" came from the other side.

"Guess." She said, pulling her lips in trying not to smile. A faint chuckle came somewhere from within the room, but she hadn't heard it.

"My maid with the ruffles and short skirt here to feed me my lunch?" Harry said.

"Not exactly." She replied.

With that the door swung open and Harry's face came into her view.

"Bummer, was really hoping it was the maid."