in the night- h.s

chapter 82

August 2019

Harry burst through the door of the trailer to reveal his outfit. Rosalie was eating a piece of watermelon that was probably for the set and not for her own pleasure but what were they gonna do?

"Ta da!" He jumped in front of everyone, looking proud of himself. Rosalie ran her eyes over him, he was wearing a cropped jumper with low waisted ripped jeans and a scarf wrapped around him. She almost choked on her watermelon, he looked that good.

Everyone showered him in compliments while she stood there and gawked at him. The Harry she met years ago would've never thought to wear this and yet this was the most comfortable she had ever seen him. He had a wide smile on his face as he received his praise and then his eyes met hers.

"What d'ya think, Ro?" He asked, approaching her. "Stop eating the props" he smirked before she could answer, taking the watermelon out of her hand and finishing it. She watched him eat it, his eyes not breaking contact as he was waiting for her answer.

"I'm so turned on right now." She said quietly so only he heard it. He broke into a massive grin and put the watermelon corpse on the table.

"Yeah?" He questioned as she started playing with the ends of his scarf.

"Shut up, you know exactly what you're doing." She giggled as he got closer to her, placing his hands on her hips. He leant down to kiss her but she turned her head, if she kissed him she wouldn't be able to stop.

"One kiss, Ro. Come on." He teased, mumbling against her cheek that he had landed on. Her hands ran along his exposed ferns and watched his stomach tense at her touch.

"You're wanted." She pointed out, noticing a lot of important people looking over at them with a stressed face. He pouted as she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back.

Rosalie had been slightly nervous when he told her about the video. Of course, she knew the song was about her but the thought of Harry rolling around on the beach with a bunch of women who were going to feed him watermelon was not exactly fun. The models kept eyeing her as they gathered at the request of the director but she couldn't stop smiling as Harry went over and introduced himself to all of them.

To take her mind off it, she kept eating watermelon and waiting for Jeff to come over and tell her off which he did religiously.

"Rosalie, stop!" He laughed. They had become good friends as they both spent so much time with Harry, Rosalie wasn't afraid of him anymore and Jeff finally saw what Harry saw in her.

"I'm addicted, Jeffrey." She moaned as he took a slice off her and shoved it in his mouth, making her crack up laughing. He nudged her playfully as she couldn't stop giggling.

Harry was meant to be paying attention to the models but he couldn't take his eyes away from her. She looked so happy. Her body language was comfortable and open in every setting with the people who used to make her crumble.

"You're distracting him" Jeff pointed out. Rosalie looked over to Harry to see him constantly looking over every five seconds. His eyes stayed in her direction when she finally looked back, she raised her eyebrows and shook her head disapprovingly.

"How unprofessional" she mumbled to Jeff, who just rolled his eyes.

Rosalie stood with Harry's water bottle, drinking out of it every now and again as he sat in a large group of women and let them feed him watermelon. It was cute though, after every take he would ask if it was okay before putting his hands anywhere near him. They had labelled him the consent king by the end of the shoot, which only blossomed Rosalie's pride for him.