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"3,2,1"
SNAP.
Helene took the picture of Harry's torso as he sat down in the makeup chair. She then showed Harry the picture on her camera.
"Sickkk" Harry commented on the photo, still having adrenaline after from tonight's show.
"Do you want this one instead?" She asked showing him a photo of him on stage.
"I like the first one bett'er" Harry answered. "I think people had enough of me'h being a narcissist for one day"
I chuckled out loud, not able to hold how funny he sounded inside. I knew Harry was narcissistic but he rarely showed it at home. I swore Harry was completely different at home. If anyone was begging at home, it was him. Begging to be cuddled. Begging to go out. Even begging for me to join him in the shower. Completely different at home.
Harry took notice of my chuckle, turning around to me.
"What are yeh smiling at?" He asked, intrigued.
"Nothing" I lied, trying to hide how funny the situation was behind a smirk.
"Liar!" Harry called me as a joke. "Tell me'h"
"It's just funny" I answered him. "You on stage and you at home. Two different people"
"What does that mean?" Harry asked.
"I know what it means" Helene added, chuckling as well.
Harry turned to Helene.
"Can yeh get Lambert's check on it?" He asked her on the photo.
"Sure" She said.
Helene left the room, leaving Harry and I alone.
"What yeh mean I'm different?" Harry asked, still fixed on what I said.
I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair.
"I'm just saying you act different" I explained. "Like you're narcissistic on stage but not at home"
"Yes I am!" Harry said, offended.
"No, you aren't" I said.
Harry stood behind me. I could see from the mirror he was up to something from the smirk on his face.
"Fine then" He gave in. "I'll show yeh"
"What?" I asked.
Harry turned me around, moving my hips towards him.
"I'll show yeh" He repeated.
His lips met mine, kissing me. One of his hands rested on my hip as his other one held my chin. Our lips synced with each other as Harry slightly turned his head. I could still taste a hint of his toothpaste from earlier as we kissed. Harry started to leave a trail of kisses down my cheek.
"We can't do this here" I said, catching my breath. "Anyone could walk in. We're not even home"
Harry stopped leaving kisses when he almost reached my ear.
"I know" Harry whispered into my ear. "I'm saving that for later, darling"
Harry let go of me and walked to his changing closet.
"Can yeh hand me'h my shirt love?" Harry asked.
I was going to hand him more than his shirt. Maybe tonight, it would be my dignity.
We arrived home late, which I was what I hoped for. There was a chance of Harry being too sleepy to show me what he wanted to do earlier tonight. I was putting my hair up in a ponytail when I sensed him standing behind me.
