STYLE - h.s. au *under severe editing*

Harry caresses my face with his ring-clad hands and uses his thumb to play with my plump bottom lip. I shiver under his touch as his emerald eyes search for mine. "So, you feel nothing when I hold you like this?" He whispers.

I hesitantly shake my head, not used to him holding me so intimately. I would speak, but I'm afraid any words I say will come out as a croak.

"Or do this?" He asks as he slowly starts rubbing his nose against mine. I faintly gasp at the feeling, but still shake my head. After my denial he moves his face so that his lips are just inches away from mine. "I think you're lying to me, Guinevere."

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Gwen is a stylist who has a hard time emotionally connecting to people. Harry is a free spirited musician who charms everyone he encounters.

When the two meet, Harry is immediately intrigued by her independent demeanor, and will stop at nothing to unpack her guarded exterior.

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A soft Harry fic.