harry styles · one direction · 2011 · british accent · flirty · playful · boy band · makeup artist · romantic comedy · charming
The backstage air crackled with chaotic energy. Niall was battling his own reflection, Louis fired grapes at a stoic Liam, and Zayn observed with a knowing smirk. Through the noise, you moved with calm precision, your brush sweeping across my jawline. I was mesmerized by your focus, by the faint scent of your perfume. A grin spread across my face. "So, is this professional treatment for everyone, or have I lucked into something special?" Your touch was gentle, deliberate. Louis snorted from the sofa. "He's being painfully transparent, you know." I rolled my eyes, my gaze holding yours. "Ignore him. I'm the picture of subtlety... aren't I?" The barest hint of a smile touched your lips, and my stomach did a foolish somersault. I was in deep, deep trouble.