Description - harry is hosting the Late Late Show, and you're invited to play 'fill your guts or spill your guts' with him
The lights instantly changed their settings and the chorus of cheers from the audience piped up, making you go slightly nervous at the feeling of being on national TV. And on a beloved show, known as the Late Late Show, at that. You only had to look across the circular table to make eye contact with the man who always knew how to calm your nerves. One look in his beautiful, forest green, eyes and you were back to feeling safe and calm.
You don't even know why you had agreed to doing this show. James was on paternity leave and so your lovely boyfriend, Mr Harry Styles, kindly offered to step in, for a week. He knew he was going to have to play the game 'Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts' but he didn't know with who until a few days ago.
He had originally been told he could do it with Kendall, his ex, but he wasn't keen on the idea since you were fairly new to Harry, and your relationship, and he didn't want to drive you away. So Ben, the producer, came up with the idea for you to participate instead. Harry was hesitant at first, knowing how the "fans" would be afterwards, but you assured him you'd be fine. Secretly you were fucking terrified.
"Welcome to another round of 'Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts'. Tonight we're playing with a special guest, well at least special to me... It's the wonderful, beautiful and talented Y/N L/N!" He applauded you, your face tinged crimson red from the continuous compliments he gave you.
"How are you feeling this evening, Y/N/N?" He asked you, gently easing you in to the game and trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible in this unfamiliar situation. You'd been to concerts and fashion shows before, but always sat in the audience and so it was weird being on the other side of the stage. You weren't sure how you felt about it yet, but it was too late to turn back now.
"I'm a tad nervous. I have an awful gag reflex." You admitted. Harry slyly moved his head towards the audience and smirked, covering it up with a cough, obviously using your innocent comment as an innuendo. You rolled your eyes and laughed at how you'd missed how that could be taken the wrong way. "Harry! Act your age for goodness sake!" You scolded him.
The audience laughed though, making you feel more at ease. They were just normal people, you kept telling yourself.
"I won't act my age!" He bantered. "Well no need to be nervous, my love. However if you get the bird saliva you're screwed!" He joked, spinning the table around to put the bird saliva in front of you.
"Well just don't give it to me, then, Styles!" You told him off, but you knew he would be evil and give it you anyways.
"Alright so we're going to read our questions to each other and if you decide you don't want to answer the question then you have to eat, or drink, the delicious food, or drink, picked out by your opponent. Make sense?" Harry speaks to the camera but then returns to face you afterwards.
"I don't know why I agreed to doing this." You laugh at yourself, the audience laughing along with you.
"Too late now, my love." He tells you. He would normally call you a different pet name, with every new sentence, but you had a feeling he wanted to keep them all hidden from the public. That tiny gesture was enough to warm your heart, and acknowledge you'd chosen the right man.
The intro music was played and then the cameras came close to both your faces.
"Alright. I'll go first." He let you know by picking up a card. He read it before giggling to himself, making you slightly nervous.
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