Love You Goodbye - Harry Styles (Fanfic)

~Leslie~ (52)

I quickly zipped up my bag and scurried to go find my keys. I finally begged my way out of work in order to get sometime off and see Harry on set. It's been two months since we have seen each other. Sure phone calls and FaceTimes were handy whenever we had the chance but those opportunities were even more rare. I fidgeted slightly anxious all throughout the flight. Harry had no idea I was coming. I called the producers and made sure it was kept a secret. All Harry knows is that has a gift. Security did well getting me on set unseen. I smiled intensely as I looked around Harrys trailer adjusting my hair and touching up my makeup. I heard voices suddenly outside and quickly whipped around. The door opened as he ascended the small the small set of stairs. I smiled vibrantly as his eyes landed on me. His smile faded as his face shifted to a look of shock.
"Surprise." I smiled more shrugging my shoulders up gently waiting for his response.
"You can't be real." He exclaimed wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me firmly. I wrapped my arms around his squealing slightly as he picked up and spun me around.
"They told me I had a package waiting for me but I never expected this."
"Well I hope you like your gift." I added smoothly producing a slightly seductive lifting myself up lightly in order to kiss him. He moaned roughly. Kissing me deeper his tongue grazed the inside of my mouth. His hand grazing up my right thigh and over my center feeling me through the denim of my shorts. I quickly pull away my hands rest on his chest as I gasped lightly for air, "We can't do this here."
"Why not?"
"Because people could hear us or someone could walk in."
"Trust me that's not going to happen." His fingers grazed over my center again.
"Harry." I said firmly, resisting the warm and anxious feeling rising in my core. "You need to stop. We can't."
He narrowed his gaze slightly at me in the seductive way he did. It was always hard to resist and the way he looked didn't helped. His white button up and sophisticated slacks. Ive never seen his hair slicked back like this. Maybe it just the time or apart but something about it was doing something to me that I so desperately was trying to find against.
"I can't help that I missed my wife." He took my hand and kissed the inner part of my wrist. I furrowed my brows immediately, "Um, last I checked I don't have a ring and I know I never signed a marriage certificate."
Smirking slightly he stroked his thumb over my cheek,
"Trust me I'm working on it." He kissed me again his tongue grazed over my bottom lip and I couldn't help but moan as his fingers drug over my center once more. I quickly pulled back again,
"Don't you have to be on set."
"I have time."
"Not that much time." I persisted. He narrowed his gaze at me again and I felt my body becoming hot,
"Enough time for this."
His fingers gripped me tighter as a faint gasp escaped my lips. Stroking my center consistently the friction triggered my pelvis to rock with his movements. He kissed me harder his tongue clashing against mine hungrily. Two more moans escaped my lips as his fingers tips continued to grate me through my shorts. I dug my nails into his shoulders my head rolling back slightly as I gasped. A look of lust flashed through his his. Roughly gripping my hips he spun me around my hands landed on top of the sofa. He jerked my ass back against him as began pulsing his hips against me. My back arched lightly as I began performing my part in grinding on him. He let out a few short grunts triggering me to move faster. He quickly pulled me up against him. His left hand cupped my breast as his other hand slid into my shorts stroking my center. I gasped a few times as he caressed my clit. A moan escaped my lips as I forced myself against him. He continued stroking and humping me and it was my deepest prayer that no one would walk in or hear us from outside. My moans became sharper and more desperate as I felt myself becoming breathless at his contact. I felt my breath his hitch as he thrust three of his fingers inside of me. I groaned louder as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me. I felt my body clenching around him approaching my climax. His grunts became more consistent and I hear him becoming more breathless. Even after months apart, our bodies were still in-sync. We let go at the same time riding out their last euphoric moments of our climaxes together. Sweat pooled on the surface of my skin and I could my pulse pounding in my ear. Harry kissed my neck and shoulders and few times before turning me around.
He pressed his forehead against mine I could see the sweat glistening on his face, his slicked back hair had come slightly undone. Making look even more enticing. I kiss him slowly and he rested his hands on my hips. I felt myself beginning to myself at the thought of what we just did,
"You sure you don't need to change." I asked biting my bottom lip lightly.
He smirked, "I can live with it."
I shook my head slightly as his finger tips trailed over the button of my jean when suddenly a loud knocking came at the door. One the set directors came in and O tried relaxing my posture,
"We need you on set in five minutes."
"I'll be there." Harry nodded and turned back to me, "I am hoping this means you will be staying."
I beamed a bright smile, "Of course." He kissed me quickly before going to wash him hands in the sink.
"I love you." He said tenderly as he kissed my forehead. His green eyes danced brightly. I knew he meant it.
"I love you too." Unexplainably in love with him.
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I stood to the side and eagerly watched as the directors and camera crew filmed Harry driving around a classics 50s ride.
"I feel like it suits him rather well." I quickly turned to a face I recognized but never actually meant. Florence and she was way more beautiful in person,
"It does." I smiled warmly as my gaze drifted over to Harry. I shook my head lightly, "I am sorry. I should introduce myself I am Leslie."
She smiled brightly, "Trust me dear no introductions are necessary. Harry talks about you all the time. The only man I know that still carries around pictures of his significant other in his wallet." I shifted my gaze down to the ground for a moment, "I don't know if I should be flattered or embarrassed."
"Feel honored. There is no doubt he loves you."
"I just wish he wouldn't bombard other people with it."
"Oh trust me darling it's not anything to be embarrassed about. When I first found out I was going to be working with Harold my greatest desire was that you would be on set as well because you are stunning absolutely gorgeous. I tell you how jealous I am of you because you are too beautiful."
I smiled warmly, "Thank you so much and no you are really the brilliant one here. I could never do this job. What I do doesn't take the skills or talents that you all require."
"I see you two are getting along well." Harry interrupted with a wide smile.
"We are." Florence spoke up immediately, "My plan of stealing her from you happens to be in full swing."
I chuckled lightly as Harry furrowed his brows, "Oh is that so." She smiled confidently as Harry shook his head before looking at me,
"One thing to know about Flo is that she is a pathological liar and clinically insane. They let out her out in order to film this movie but she is still be monitored. As you can tell she struggles from intense delusions."
She scoffed and gave him a firm punch in the shoulder. I covered my mouth to hold in my laughter as Harry frowned and rubbed his arm lightly nodding towards me,
"See how abusive she is. This is the kind of treatment I get."
I scrunched my nose lightly, "Haven't I taught you anything Harry. You should know better than antagonize a woman."
"Well this is just wonderful isn't. Having the two of against me. Are you sure you don't work in Miami you could be doing?" He smirked lightly putting his hands on my waist. I shoved him lightly in the chest, "I am not going anywhere. Especially not now that I made a new best friend." I beamed a smile at Florence which she returned. Harry gazed at both of us intensely before resting his eyes on me, "Try to stay out of trouble while you're here." I produced a teasing smile biting my bottom lip lightly as I spoke,
"I thought you liked it when I was bad."
His eyes widened slightly and Florence mouth went agape as she with held a laugh.
"We will finish this later."
"Is that a promise?" I teased again knowing very well he couldn't and wouldn't respond the way he wanted to in public.
He tilted his head down slightly narrowing his eyes at me warningly.
I bit my bottom lip slightly again not intimated by his challenge. The director's signal for him to come back over. He hesitated for a second before walking away.
Florence let out a small squeal mixed with a gasp as she clutched onto my arm,
"The spice between you two!"
I smiled, "I know he's hating me right now."
"Well I am loving you that was absolutely brilliant."
I placed my hand on my chest dramatically, "Thank you. I do have a gift."
"That you do." She linked her arm with mine as we moved to the next part of the set where they were filming.
I watched warmly as a few scenes were shot. I couldn't help but admire Harry in his slim fitting suits. Florence looked adorable in the dresses A-line they had her in. I watched them intensely as Harry came through the set door and the two began to kiss. I produced a flat smile as their kiss became more intense, needy, lustful. I knew it was all just a movie but I felt my stomach turn a bit as Harry forced her against the dining table. Food was dramatically swept on the floor as Florence laid on top of it. I frantically began gazing around the room as the producers, camera crew and few other cast members looked un-phased. I slowed deeply as Florence dramatic moans echoed in my ears as Harry began going down on her. It's just a movie Leslie. Just a scene. It's not real. I fidgeted with the rings on my fingers and shifted my wait a few times my gaze locked on the floor. The director yelled cut and I let out a sigh of relief. I looked up and across the room to see another of Harrys costars, Chris Pine, watching me. I smiled lightly and he smiled too but not casually it was in almost a knowing way. I shifted my gaze back to Florence and Harry who were talking with one of the directors. The scene was reset and filmed again and after the fourth time I couldn't stand it anymore. I walked away discreetly and went back to the trailer attempting to erase the images currently burned inside my mind. It wasn't real. It wasn't.