You're the boys' stylist and they had a big photo shoot. You were in their changing room, picking up clothes for them. Harry walked into the room and made a grimace.
'What's your problem?'- You askes with anger.
'My problem is you!'
'Me?'
'Yeah, you. You broke my heart, I told you how I feel and you walked away...'
You tried to walk away again but he grabbed your hand. Emotions filled your body, but it wasn't hate or anything like that. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your lips met. The kiss was warm, pure love.
He laid you down on the sofa, his hand wrapped around your waist, and then one of them slid down back of your thigh and pulled it up so that it nearly wrapped around him.
'We can't...'- I told him.
'I know.'- He agreed.
Then his mouth was on yours again. You loved him so much that it hurt. All of your clothes was on the floor, but you had his whole warm body. You had the feel of his skin.
You rested your head on his chest, taking comfort in his warmth. He kissed your forehead and started playing with your hair.
'I love you, Jordin. I'll be here for you. Always.'