Yellow.

Part II

Second part. Much longer than the first. Thank you for reading, and enjoy.

Em x.

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When Harry walked onto the set, the air was ready to ignite at the mere sight of the slightest bit of friction, and everyone could feel it.

His confident stroll to the chair at the center of the backdrop was steady as the fishnets moved with his body, like they were an extension of him rather than another article of clothing. His hair was messy, and his stubble was just visible through the light layer of foundation she had applied. He paid no mind to the attention he drew as he sat down, the muscles of his thighs and ass flexing slightly as he did.

Everyone couldn't help but catch a glance.

Harry shivered and small goosebumps trailed his skin. From the lack of clothing or the stares, he wasn't sure, but he knew liked it.

"Nice day for a picnic isn't it." He said to no one in particular. A few chuckles were heard from behind the camera as the crew directed him in various poses and positions. He raised his arms above his head, crossed his legs, and played around in the chair as they began to take photos, all while giving the camera a stare that even supermodels would have trouble comparing to.

There was a tight grip on her stomach as flash after flash appeared, dowsing Harry in an aura of fluorescent light. His chest was exposed, tattoos dancing over his skin as he changed poses. His broad shoulders, long neck, graceful fingers, sharp jaw all effortlessly accentuated in his confident movements. Fishnet tights laid against his toned legs and synched together at his slender waist, only a pair of black underwear covering his-

"Hey?" Harris shook her shoulder, tearing her from wherever her mind was at. "Can you go put a little more highlight on him? Lambert's saying to make it a bit stronger."

"Sure thing." She said. Her shoulders were tense and her walk stiff as she grabbed a compact of highlight from one of the supply tables and headed towards Harry's seat. A bead of sweat ran down her back.

"Hey." Harry said, a smile instantly on his face seeing her approach. "How do I look?"

She swiped her ring finger through the product and began patting it onto his cheekbones.

"Meh, could be better." She said. "Thank god you let me do your makeup, otherwise you'd be a disaster."

Harry clutched his heart as thought shot, doubling over.

"Oof, harsh." Harry said exasperated. "How could I go on without you?"

"I'm kidding, you dork!" She sighed. "You look fantastic as usual."

"Do I now? You're too kind."

"Stop talking. I'm trying to fix your makeup."

"You're not fixing my lips, sweetheart. Though you can if you want to." He said tilting his head to the side and flashing a smirk. She froze at his comment, widening her eyes and warmth flooded her cheeks. He reached up and gently pinched her cheek between his thumb and forefinger.

"New blush you got? Looks good on you. Matches your complexion." She swatted his hand away.

"Stop teasing, Harry." She giggled.

"Why? I have fun doing it. Get you flustered so easily. Maybe it's a different kind of teasing you like then? Want me to try it?" Harry said, his voice dropping a tad lower than it had just been. She felt a single finger brush against the top of her thigh.

"That should do it!" She said pulling away, walking back to her spot on the sidelines, feeling eyes on her back as she did. She didn't look back until after she gulped down a big swig of her water bottle and threw her hair into a ponytail. Harry remained where he was, a chuckle escaping his lips when he looked over to where she stood with a tomato face.