The morning sunlight shown through the large glass windows cascading over Harry's face. The light illuminated his eyes and brought out the tint of red in his hair.
Y/N's form laid gracefully on the mattress. Her eyes tracing every curve, shadow, and highlight of his face which was facing downwards towards hers. The covers were pulled down to their ankles, and the usual cool early morning air didn't reach Y/N with Harry's body emanating heat onto hers.
She raised her right hand, grazing his cheekbones. Then let it reach his neck. Her left hand joined on the other side of his neck and pulled him down closer to her. Their lips attached together in a blissful kiss.
Harry's hands went from Y/N's hips to her sides, lifting up his shirt that she was wearing. He was distracted by her scent and the feeling of her lips against his, that she was able to flip them over. Now it was her gazing down at him.
A smile broke out across Y/N's face and a soft chuckle escaped Harry's lips. His eyes stared up at her. Watching how her hair draped over her shoulders kind of blocking a part of her face from him.
She glanced over at the alarm clock, sighing at the time.
"I think I should go," she says softly. Her hands landing on his shoulders. Harry hummed in response. One of his hands pushing strand of her hair out of her face. "I'm going to be late and then my boss will be upset with me."
"I don't think he will," Harry says with the morning voice that Y/N adored. A knowing smirk played at his lips.
"Well, it doesn't matter anyhow. Someone has to be the responsible one." Harry just chuckled softly as he did before. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her into his chest.
Y/N turned her head to the side. "I wish we could stay like this forever."
"Me too, darling." Harry replied. Rubbing her back with his hands.
The feeling was so comforting that Y/N almost found herself falling back asleep in his arms. Almost.
She lifted herself up. "Okay, seriously. I have to go." She leaned down and gave one last peck on his lips. Then she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Y/N quickly changed back into her clothes.
"You should probably start getting ready, too," was the last thing she said before leaving.
Harry smiled to himself. It started off as a little fling but she made him feel like he wanted more. Y/N was just something else entirely.
He took her advise and started to get ready. Soon he called up his driver to come pick him up and headed for the set.
This was Harry's first full-length big-budget film. And even though he was only interning he got to put a lot of input into how the movie should be filmed. Angles, lighting, all that kind of stuff.
He was able to get his own place to stay in the city where it was being filmed. All to himself. At first it was lonely since all of his friends and family were too busy to come. But then Y/N came along and everything changed.
The car shows up. Harry gets in and drives off.
By then, Y/N had already changed into something more work appropriate. She was waiting at a coffee shop to grab her boss' special order. Being his assistant and all, required her to always go out and grab stuff for him. It could get annoying but then again, so did her boss.
"Y/N!"
Y/N went up and collected the steaming cup followed by a 'thank you'. A soft smile graced her lips as she got into an Uber.
Meanwhile Harry was being briefed on what new changes were made to the script in terms of camera details. He stood next to the actual director listening to him carefully.
Y/N showed her ID to get in. The cup held tightly in her hand. She walks pass all the other people going from one place to another, working diligently. She weaves her way around towards the group of people standing together.
"Assistant's here."
Harry's attention moved from the director to the young woman heading towards him. He had to suppress the huge grin that would have shown prominently on his lips at how gorgeous she looked in even the most simple of work attire.
"Late again, Ms. L/N," Harry remarked, a small smirk making its way onto his face.
Y/N sighed knowingly. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again, Mr. Holland."
