*chants* we want dressing room smut ;) pleaseeeeee
“Babe…you hafta stop…shit they’re about to…” He looked down while your hands traveled to the button of his jeans. The bed in his dressing room had been Corden’s idea. A joke bit for The Late Late Show during Harry’s week long residency. He wasn’t expected out on stage until the end when he was supposed to sing “Kiwi”. Harry had never expected it to be some kind of trigger.
But he should have. His work schedule had been slightly busy lately. And by slightly busy that meant he got maybe three hours of sleep and a 15 minute break to smack a quick kiss on your mouth before he had to shove food down his throat while he was carted off to the next gig.
So to say you’d been neglected was…well…putting it lightly.
The moment you saw the bed in the dressing room your eyes lit up, thinking it had to have been some sort of surprise he’d planned rather than a joke for the show. The moment the two of you were alone, your mouth crashed down on his with needy, hungry kisses while your hands wrestled with the button of his pants.
You let out a frustrated grunt,
“Fuck…what is with this button.”
Harry shook his head,
“Because it’s not a button.” He tried to pull your hands away from his pants, “They’re gonna knock on the door any minute. James is doing his monologue. You have to stop.”