D Is for Delightful

DESTINY’S POV:

I sat in the makeup chair, a forty-five year old woman hovering over me like a shadow, caking my beautiful pores with concealer and doping my eyes with green globs of eye shadow. It was all put a little too thick and I threw the woman’s hands away from me, grabbing a towel and wiping the clown makeup off.

“Are you fucking stupid or something? I’m not a cheap piece of trash you can just smear concealer and toner on and call it art. You are utterly useless. Give me the make up! NOW! I’ll do it myself.” I demanded of the makeup artist, holding my hand out expectedly.

“We have to heavy it so it’s showable on the monitor. The boys will be equally-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence as I stood from the chair almost threateningly, taking a step toward the woman.

“I don’t care what they look like, I care what I look like. I will not look like a clown, I will not look like some cheap tramp! Give me the makeup, you useless fuc-hey Harry!” I smiled sweetly, waving over to him as he walked by my chair, stopping to give me a friendly smile of his own, leaning coolly against the chair I had just moments ago occupied.

“Hey love, you ready for our big scene?” Harry winked flirtatiously.

“Almost! Roberta here is being difficult. She’s making me look like a pasty looking clown. She says it’s for the monitors or something.” I gestured about disdainfully, seeing Harry touch his own face.

“It is unfortunately. You can wear the desired amount you want but you’ll look deathly ill if it’s not smeared, that’s videos for ya though, huh?” He smiled, chuckling, seeing me frown and plop back down looking defeated.

“Whatevs. Get it over with Roberto.” I smiled to the older woman who glared but continued to reapply the makeup while Harry squeezed my leg and winked.

“See ya on the beach, doll face.”

I smiled again and giggled, crossing my legs so my skirt rode up a little. It was a little tease, one I knew would peak more of his interest.

“I can’t wait, I have a lovely two piece picked out, just for you.” I winked back, making Harry grin a little more.

“I look forward to it.” He chuckled, squeezed my leg once again and went to hang out with the rest of his mates until we were ready for the shoot.

When Harry was out of earshot, Roberta spoke – well, her name was actually Denise but I couldn’t care less.

“I was you, once upon a time. I had the attention of every man, boy and teen. Eat your heart out type deal, mind you this was 20 some years ago.” Denise said as she reapplied the makeup.

“Looks like it too-the age. I mean a bit of makeup yourself wouldn’t hurt.” I noted, smirking at the woman’s face, a bit of shock registering on her thin lined lips.

“That was a long time ago sugar, I’m only telling you so you don’t make my mistake-thinking you’re the big bad bitch because and this is fact, sugar, someone more beautiful, more bad, and more ruthless will come along and knock you on your ass. Enjoy your beauty, enjoy their attention because it never lasts…it never will, especially if your so spoiled, so stupid that you don’t even realize it’s happening. Won’t know until it’s too late. So word of advice, if I may sweetie? Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. Something I know I regret not doing.”

I felt a small pang of ice rip through me before swallowing the woman’s words. I expected the woman to retort something equally as stupid but I was surprised at the woman’s words-why she was even warning me in the first plan was a mystery in itself.

“Why bother telling me this? It won’t happen. He’s hooked to me like paper to glue. He’s smitten and I know I have the looks, I have the talent, the potential. I have everything. So thanks for your warning but, uh, yeah thanks, no, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” I decided, feeling the woman stop her reapplying and dig something out through her pocket, tossing it in my lap.

“That was me at your age sugar. I was the Bella of the ball, the grand ol’ opera, the cake to icing. Like I said, it doesn’t matter. A bigger, badder bitch will always come along and darling, when she does, it’s gonna rock your world.” Denise smiled, seeing my face drop in shock as I looked at the picture.

“God, I don’t say this too often but if you still looked like this, I’d have to start plotting on what kind of accident you’d be having.” I joked, although somewhat seriously.

Denise pulled the front of her shirt up slightly, revealing old scarred stab wounds.

“Too late sugar. That’s what I mean, friends close, enemies closer.” She relented, grabbing the old worn photo of her and putting it back in her pocket.

“Wait, can I keep that for a while? I liked the hairstyle, it’d look good on me, if not better.” I smiled sardonically, relaxing in my chair.

Denise chuckled and handed me the picture back.

“Yeah go for it love, I got plenty more. By the way, if you call me Roberta or Roberto again, I’ll put liquid glue in your hairspray. The name’s Denise and we have no use for formalities as I know your name is Destiny,” Denise smiled, winking and going to pick her brush up again, adding the last bit of make up before handing me a mirror. “This is the best work I can do under the circumstances. You are quite difficult, your skin is light, which is the reason for all the clown gump. The toner and concealer needed to be mixed in and I can’t make you any darker, won’t look good for the camera.” Denise explained as I jumped from the chair without another word and went to wait by the mark I was supposed to, glad to be rid of the woman for a little while-although I have to admit, the woman use to be beautiful and she did warn me…maybe the old hag knew what she was talking about after all, I’ll have to divulge Denise later on her younger years-if only for ideas. I needed ideas.

As if on cue the director came over to me, letting me know what I was supposed to do.

He clapped his hands, his eyes scanning over my outfit before gesturing me to take it off.

“Sweetness? Off with the outfit, time to let your body and personality shine, shine, shine! Harry! Come on lad, it’s time! We’re wasting opportunity here, the sun is setting and we have to film the other four with their girls before it sets or miss our shot!” The director yelled.

My heart went aflutter, seeing Harry high five the other guys and come to meet me on the beach, the sunset setting behind us. It was the perfect setting, the perfect everything.

He knelt down noticing I was struggling with my top, carefully trying to pull it over my head, while also avoid smearing the make up on my perfect face.

“Let me help, Love.” Harry offered, gripping the material and stretching it out, allowing me to slip from my clothing easily while smiling slyly at Harry, silently lifting up and gesturing.

“Well, you did offer to help.” I chuckled, feeling his hand at the hem of my skirt, pulling it down my perfect tanned legs, finally freeing it from my body completely, leaving me in a dark two piece green bikini, the cups barely containing my D cups and the bottom barely covering my butt. It was perfect on me, revealing everything that mattered but only just enough to still leave it up to the imagination.

“You are a gorgeous lass, I’m not sure if I’ve told you that or not yet but if I haven’t I am damned ashamed of myself.” Harry grinned, leaning over, his lips a whisper in my ear. “Just to show you how ashamed I am, you should let me make it up to you.”

My eyes beamed brightly, my mouth going to his ear, our bodies close enough that our chests touched.

“You should be ashamed but bad boys don’t get rewarded.” I leaned out and winked.

Harry laughed, his head dropping a little, his eyes gleaming with unspoken mischief before he leaned in closer than before, making sure our chests were pressed together, our lips inches apart.

“Then show me just how bad I am, punish me.” He whispered, his voice sweet and smooth.

I couldn’t help but wiggle my legs slightly apart and lay down on the soft sand.

“I already am, Harry Styles.” I whispered into the air as the director stood with his arms crossed, clearing his throat.

“You love hens done doing the sex walk? May I get my scene?”

Harry’s face flushed red, he seemed all too aware of our behavior now. He looked at me and just laughed, pulling my body onto his lap, his swim trunks seeming to have tightened from our earlier play.

To add more of a genuine look to the scene, I reached up and caressed his face tenderly, so gently in fact that his boner grew but the director loved the look of absolute bliss and thankfully, with me laying on his lap, the growing boner went unnoticed at the rolling camera.

“Ok, Harry, action!” The director yelled as playback was called on the song, Harry lip synching with the words he sung so many times before, but there, on the beach-singing to me, this beautiful girl, the words he sang never seemed more real to him as they did then.

He sang to me, watching as my eyes shone a golden hue, reflecting back from the sunset that was setting behind us. The feeling was too strong to ignore as we faced each other. Harry knew the song would end and sang his part, right up to the last note, when it finally came his face had been inching so close to mine through the entire scene that on the last lyric, he found our lips had met so perfectly, closing the setting scene around us, our silhouettes coming together in the last shot. It was the epitome of perfect.

For a moment there were no words, everyone was silent. It lasted all of ten seconds before the director called cut and the rest of the One Direction boys along with their girls, clapped and hollered.

“Well done, the kiss was a nice touch you two.” The director all but cried, calling the next couple for their debut.

“Maybe we taught the others a thing or two, huh?” Harry smiled, standing up and offering me his hand, which I accepted gratefully.

“I believe we might have.” I agreed, taking Harry’s hand and letting him guide me toward to the makeup chairs again, sitting me down and beginning to wipe off the access muck with a clean towel. “You look much better natural, if it’s not too bold to say.”

I smiled, grabbing the towel and finishing it myself.

“None at all. I told Robe-Denise that I much prefer less make up but you know, monitors and all that, right?” I laughed, seeing the woman by the snack table smiling and winking at me.

“Well, it was a pleasure and should you think I need punished-“Harry started but watched me stand up and put my chest against his own, whispering into his ear one final time before walking off.

“Harry, you couldn’t handle the punishment I’d delve out.”

Harry watched me walk away down the beach, past the praises, past the others, like I was simply a woman of my own and Harry needed to know more-he had to, his curiosity was peaked, I was almost sure of it.

“She’s a pretty little beta, isn’t she?” Denise snickered beside Harry, watching his eyes practically swallowing me whole as I disappeared out of sight.

“You have no idea.” Harry murmured, sitting on the makeup chair, allowing Denise to take the make up off.

Notes

enjoy! Next chapter (4) will be written by speeding cars! Chapter 3 was written by me. So rate, comment, be silent, just enjoy the story!