This thing upon me, howls like a beast.

It'd been years since he met you. You'd opened for one direction eons ago - and since then he'd had this infatuation with you only someone like harry could have. He fought tooth and nail for your friendship, your adoration... and had finally convinced you to co-star on his self titled album, on one track.

Woman. A song you didn't even know was about you, you'd memorized the guitar tabs he wrote, and played a solo on his song. He was practically shaking like a leaf in pure ecstasy when he first heard the finished track. Yet of course, just friends... just friends.

Now, preparing for a photo shoot for the cover art of his vinyl, he'd pleaded with you for "Just a couple of photos, darling." over. and over. and over. And he knew only he could make you break. So here you both are, Harry sporting an awfully sensual black suit with no shirt on beneath it, and a full face of dramatic makeup... as he waits for you to emerge from your dressing room to take pictures with him. He couldnt wait.