Anonymous: can u make more modeling imagines?? like how harry meets y/n and he feels like she is familiar but cant remember. and when they are like hanging in tour bus or backstage etc (1d does exist) one of the boys finds her cover of like it being revealing. and so on
I’ve changed this up a bit so it fits in with the series!
You and Harry had been dating for a few months now and this was the first time you were going to meet the boys. Harry invited you on a couple of tour dates and to say you were nervous was an understatement.
These were a group of boys Harry had spent nearly the last six years constantly. They were practically his family. They knew a whole lot more about him than you did. You may have seen him more intimately, but they had seen him through his high and low moments.
You had stayed at Harry’s house the night before so he could drive you both to the stadium for his first show at the O2. He held his hand on your thigh during the drive, squeezing reassuringly occasionally.
“’S everythin’ okay?” Harry asked you. You briefly smiled and went back to looking out of the window.
“Yeah, just a bit nervous really.” You replied, biting your bottom lip.
“There’s no need to be nervous, my love. They will love you. I love you so they have gotta love ya’! Kind of a rule…” Harry winked at you. You felt a little better and brought his resting hand up to your lips, kissing his palm.
“I love you too.”
Harry parked the car by the crew’s bus and the tour busses.
“Ready?” He looked over at you, eyebrows slightly raised. You nodded and you both climbed out of the car, Harry immediately intertwining your hands. After going through multiple security checks, you made it backstage.
It was just like Harry had described. A huge room full of tables with a massive buffet style food area at the back of the room. A few people were sat in there, chatting together.
Harry politely waved at them before moving on towards their dressing room. He didn’t bother knocking but instead opening the door. Loud laughter could be heard as the door opened and you instantly felt a little more relaxed.
“Harry!” You heard a male voice say. Harry walked in and you followed closely behind him. There was Louis and Niall sitting on the black leather couches together, a girl next to Louis.
“Alright, mate!” Harry said. He stood to your side, his hand resting on your lower back.
“This is (Y/N).” Harry introduced you, a wide smile on his face. You slightly waved and the girl next to Louis stood up, walking over to you.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you! Harry has been talking about you non-stop!” She brought you in for a hug and you were a bit stiff at first but loosened up, hugging her back. She pulled away. “I’m Danielle.”
“It’s lovely to meet you.” She seemed nice. She went to talk but was beaten to the chase by Niall speaking up.
“’Ang on, (Y/W/N)?” He asked you. You looked over Danielle’s shoulder, nodding reluctantly. He chuckled and picked up a magazine off the table. “Just read an article on ya!” You walked over towards him and he handed you the magazine.
An immediate blush rose to your cheeks.
“Oh gosh, that’s a great first impression…” You muttered. It was a shoot which consisted of you modelling the new lingerie line that Ann Summers were launching. And you weren’t exactly covered up.
Harry walked over to you and chuckled.
“It’s a nice shoot.” Harry whispered in your ear, trying to reason with you. You were mortified. You were meant to present yourself as a nice, respectable lady. Not as someone who was seductively biting their thumb with lace panties on.
“I’m so embarrassed!” You whined, shutting the magazine and chucking it on the table. The rest of the room laughed light heartedly as you buried your face in Harry’s chest.
“Baby, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This is your job, you shouldn’t be ashamed. Come on, let’s show you round.” You waved goodbye to the people in the room and Harry intertwined your fingers, kissing the top of your head.
You didn’t know anyone really apart from Lou. She had been on set for one of your photoshoots awhile back and you got on well. This was a few months before you met Harry.
She welcomed you with open arms when you walked past another dressing room. Her hair had changed colour, once again, and her daughter Lux was sitting in the make up chair waiting for her mum to finish her french braids.
The two of you walked out of an exit towards the buses where the rest of the band were. Harry held his pass up to the door and it opened, warm air greeting the two of you. You let Harry walk on first and he held a hand our for you to steady your climb on the stairs.
“Hey!” Harry announced as he started to walk down the aisles. You peeked over his shoulder to see Liam next to Cheryl - of course you knew who she was (you were a die hard Girl’s Aloud fan when you were younger) so this was rather odd being introduced to her as a friend and not an artist.
“Alright, mate? So this must be (Y/N)?” Liam happily spoke, bringing you in for a warm hug.
“It’s so lovely to meet you.” You saw Cheryl get up, her hand gently rubbing over her bump as she walked over towards you.
“Hiya, Pet, we’ve heard loads about you!” Her Geordie accent the exact same as it was in the interviews you used to listen to on the radio whilst she was in the band.
“All good I hope.” You cheekily smiled at Harry who was watching you with admiration.
“I promise.” Harry assured you, squeezing your hip slightly.
“Well, we’ll let Harry show ya round. Fancy grabbing a bite?” Liam asked Cheryl. She frantically nodded and patted the side of her bump.
“Baby is making me bloody starved all the time.” She chuckled as she spoke. You softly smiled at her and your heart warmed as you watch Liam’s hand instinctively rub the side of her bump.
The two of them excused themselves and you and Harry were left on the bus by themselves.
“Sooo,” You trailed off. “This is your humble abode?” You pretended to scoff. Harry rose an eyebrow.
“Don’t ya’ like it?” He played along. You ran your finger over the countertop and pretended to examine it.
“Hmm, not sure about this whole relationship anymore. Kinda only dated you for the big house, not this bus.” You leaned against the counter, innocently twiddling your hair around your finger.
“Oh, baby, I got a shit load of houses for you. Still have four to christen.” He stalked over to you, hooking his fingers in your belt hoops. He tugged you towards him and listed you onto the counter.
You gasped as you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him closer towards you.
“Mmm, baby, keep this up and I may end up taking you on this counter.” Your eyes widened as you looked at him.
“Not your worst idea.” You ran your thumb over his bottom lip, tugging it so it bounced back. His lips were so fucking intoxicating you just wanted to kiss them for the rest of your life.
He smashed his lips onto yours and took you slightly by surprise. As you gasped, his tongue trailed along your upper lip. You slipped your tongue into his mouth as you let out a lightly groan as his collided with yours.
You could feel him growing against your clothed centre and he naturally rutted his hips against your jeans for some friction. You pulled away, panting and looked towards the door to make sure the coast was clear.
Since it was, you grabbed a handful of Harry’s shirt and brought his lips back to yours, your tongue immediately finding his. Feeling confident, you started to trail hot kisses down his jaw onto his neck, licking up the prominent vein on his neck. Fuck, his jaw turned you on.
Harry was growing harder by the second and his jeans weren’t providing the friction he craved. You moved your lips up his neck more and gently bit his earlobe, tugging it. His fingers had been massaging your waist, his thumbs most likely leaving erotic bruises.
Your hand travelled down his shirt until it reached his pants. You put pressure onto his crotch and he let out the loudest groan yet, his hips bucking forward towards your hand.
“Fuck, please, just do anything. Gotta’ cum so bad.” Harry whined, his desperate eyes meeting yours.
You palmed him through the fabric of his jeans. Fucking on the bus was too risky but making him cum in his pants was perfectly fine. He could change easily.
His size never failed to impress you or pleasure you. He swept your hair over your shoulder and attacked your neck with kisses, the occasional bite. You whined at his lips and tightened your legs around his waist, your skin hot and the blouse you were wearing was starting to become irritating.
Your fingertips teased over the belt buckle but never undid it, he had teased you on several shoots before so this was a little taste of his own medicine. His breath was heavy and warm against your neck, the occasional grunt leaving his wet lips.
Surely he was about to cum, you knew this by the pause in spongy kisses against your neck. This was a regular thing. He would be making slow love to you and a few minutes after he stopped kissing your neck, he would reach his end.
“Baby, come for me. Wanna’ see you cum.” He looked at you, his eyes black with lust. This was only turning you on even more but you were relishing in his pleasure. Your end would come later and it was going to be hard, your little teasing antics always lead to hot sex.
You whispered in his ear, “Let go, H.” And this is all it took, those three words.
His whole body tensed against you and he let out a low, guttural groan. You kept your hand over his bulge and you could feel a small wet patch starting to seep through his jeans. Luckily, they were black so it would be hard to see.
He was deep breathing and yours wasn’t any different. This had worked you up as much as him.
“Mmm, was that ‘kay?” You sweetly asked him, softly kissing his forehead, his face nuzzled against your chest. He lazily blinked and nodded.
“Soo good. Fucking love you, gonna make you cum so ‘ard when we get ‘ome.”
You giggled and cheekily slapped his bum.
“I’ll hold you to that.” He kissed your collarbone and lifted his face to look at you. Before you went to reply your eyes caught sight of something on the table.
“Noooo…” You whined. Harry frowned before looking over his shoulder to see what you were looking at. It was the same magazine that Niall had read earlier.
“What were you expecting?” Harry lazily chuckled. “’Ts a magazine, babes, ‘s gonna be everywhere.”
“Yeah, but not the day when I met your friends!”
“Well, did you think you would be making me cum my pants on that same day too?” Harry cheekily remarked. You rolled your eyes and brought his lips to yours, kissing him softly. He went to grip your hips but a loud voice cut you off.
“You two done canoodling in there?! Harry’s gotta be in hair in two minutes!”
You both snapped your heads towards the door to see Niall holding his thumb up at the two of you. He cheekily winked and ran off the bus again. You let your head fall against Harry’s shoulder and let out a humorous sob. Harry simply laughed and kissed your temple.