So I found this in a random draft that I had saved... I thought it was really cool even though I completely forgot about it... It was supposed to be an actual book but I quite literally had only this written out... Plus a small smutt part which I didn't include here... Anyway I hope you all enjoy...

P.S if you guys want me to make a part 2 of this let me know... I might add in a bit of smutt 😋...

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Blaise had been struggling. Like really badly struggling. He'd always known he wasn't like every guy he knew. He lived his life being the image of perfection. He married the girl everyone expected him to. He bought the house to go with the girl. He even bought the cars to go with the house. He lived up to everyone's expectations. That's what he had learnt to do. Growing up in a family that was always under the public eye he had to make up for all his sister's failures.

He was the most sought after model in the industry since he seemed to be really easy to work with. The most successful heir to his family's estate. The most envied by all those around him. The picture of perfection, but he was never as happy as the papers made him out to be. He made sure that no one knew his true feelings. A secret is always best kept when no one else knows about it after all. In his case that secret was a single night he'd never forget.

"Blaise, your manager is here to see you."

Blaise sighed. "I'll be right there honey."

After giving himself a quick once over in his mirror, Blaise plastered on a smile and walked down to the first floor. He hated when his manager just dropped by unannounced. He supposed it came with the territory of being his only friend.

"Hey Draco. How's things at your father's company going?" Blaise asked as he greeted Draco.

"Oh all good you know the usual. I actually came here because I have a new job for you." Draco responded.

"Of course you do. Pansy, love do you mind making us some coffee?" Blaise asked as he lead Draco aside. "What's the job?"

"Well you know the press has been kicking up a lot of dirt. They're looking to slander your name. So there's this new thing my father started with the company and I figured why don't I get you involved." Draco grinned very proud of himself.

"What's the job?" Blaise asked again.

Draco leaned back. "You're going to model for a start up that my father is funding."

Blaise nodded. "I'm assuming it's a free job."

"Of course. It has to be. Can't have the press saying you only do things for money. Now father is meeting the owner for lunch and I'd like you to be there. Here's the address." Draco handed Blaise a piece of paper and left.

"He's gone already?"

"Sorry Pansy. I thought he was staying longer." Blaise sighed.

"What did he want?" Pansy asked handing Blaise his coffee.

"He got me another job."

"But Blaise you've already got 4 projects in the works." Pansy protested and pouted.

"I know honey, but this one is probono. I'm sure it won't be as long as my other projects. Besides two of them are closing at the end of this month." Blaise smiled and kissed Pansy.

Pansy frowned. "I hope he knows not to get you any more projects that require you to be naked."

Blaise shook his head. "Pansy I wear boxers there's nothing naked about that."

"You ONLY wear boxers. I'm not comfortable with it Blaise." Pansy exclaimed.

"Then don't buy the blady magazines." Blaise frowned. "A job is a job and it's those jobs that allow you to live in such luxury. So stop complaining about it."

"I have every right to complain. You wouldn't..."

"I don't care! Forget this. I have a meeting to attend." Blaise walked off leaving Pansy alone.

Pansy huffed and marched to the kitchen. She bought everything that had Blaise in because she wanted to support him. 95% of his work was underwear modelling though. Every time she brought it up Blaise would change the subject or walk away. She never understand how he was so comfortable with taking pictures like that.

"See you later!" Blaise yelled from the front door.

Blaise wasn't going to attend the meeting initially. He really didn't want another job on top of all his current ones. He also didn't want to have the same conversation with Pansy about his work. So he picked the meeting over Pansy.

He arrived at the restaurant in record time. As expected, the second he stepped out of his car he was swarmed by people. He shoved through the crowd as best he could and made his way to a booth in the back. With a sigh of relief he relaxed into the sofa. He was early and figured he'd just join Draco and his father when they arrived later.

"Are you always swarmed like that?"

Blaise opened an eye to address his intruder. Before him stood one hell of a specimen, in his personal opinion at least. The man had the most beautiful shade of green in his eyes. His hair looked like it had won the battle against some gell and a comb, which actually looked really good. His skin tone was the perfect shade in contrast to the darkness of his hair. His jaw was beautifully structured and everything else was just perfect. Blaise knew the man standing in front of him. He could never forget such beauty no matter how much he tried.

"I am only asking because I've never seen anyone get swarmed like that before."

Blaise nodded his head and closed his eyes again. "Yeah, it comes with the territory."

"Do you mind if I sit here? I'm supposed to be meeting someone but they haven't showed yet and I don't know if they have their own table booked."

"Ammm. Sure I guess. I'm also just waiting for someone." Blaise straightened himself.

"You look familiar."

Blaise laughed. "Yeah I always do."

Blaise couldn't allow himself to believe the man remembered him. It was a one night stand after all. Albeit the best night of Blaise's entire life.

"It comes with being famous." Blaise added.

The man laughed. "Well that explains the swarming people. I don't really keep up with the news and all that jazz."

"Did you... Did you just say jazz as in public information?" Blaise asked amused.

"Well yeah I guess I did. I meam nobody is ever portrayed in their true form in all that stuff." The man shrugged.

"So you really don't know who I am?" Blaise raised his eyebrow at the man.

"Well you do look ver6 familiar but that's all there is too it from me." The man shrugged.

Blaise was impressed. There was someone out there that didn't know him as the model figure he was. Therefore he didn't want anything from him like an autograph or a picture. Well besides a little company while he waited.

"Oh I see you two have met already."

Blaise and the man turned to the opening of the booth. Lucius and Draco were both standing there with smiles. Blaise raised an eyebrow and looked at the man then back to Draco.

"Explain." Blaise deadpanned.

"Blaise Zabini this is Harry Potter. Harry Potter, Blaise Zabini. He's the owner of the start up company I told you my father was helping." Draco said as he slid into the booth.

Blaise turned to Harry. "Well it's nice to meet you. Officially."

Harry nodded. "So you're the model I was told about, huh? It's nice to meet you too."

The meeting went on about business as usual. Blaise kept insisting that allhe would get back to Harry once he decided if he was going to take the project. Harry was okay with that but the Malfoy men were not. Blaise also spent most of the meeting just admiring Harry. Or more accurately thinking about the past.

Blaise was gay and he had a thing for men who looked like Harry. Well really any man that was well structured and good-looking. It's part of reason he mostly took jobs with women or men he didn't find attractive. Most of the people behind his current projects were women or guys not too his tastes. To be more specific, they were not brunette's with perfectly symmetrical faces, beautiful eyes and chiseled jaws.

"Blaise it would be a great honour if you agreed to help me out. I mean not to pressure you or anything." Harry smiled.

"I'll do it. I'll take the job. But I have a few conditions of my own." Blaise shrugged.

"Sure. What are they?" Harry said quickly.

"I can only work on weekends. I have to approve of any and all pictures before you can use them. Finally, no crews. I'm rather sick and tired of people trying to dress me up in what they think will make a perfect shoot." Blaise said.

"Okay done." Harry shook his hand.

"Well I do believe that is all for this meeting. Gentlemen, I hope we can all grow together." Lucius said as a toast.

"Unfortunately I can't stay for the food. I have another shoot across town." Blaise exused himself.

"You don't need me there do you? I am hungry." Draco asked.

"You can stay." Blaise said goodbye and left.

He wasn't exactly lying about the shoot but it did only start much later. If Draco knew that then he wasn't showing it. Blaise climbed into his car and let out a shaky breath.

"You are a blady idiot." Blaise scolded himself.

He hadn't been thinking when Harry asked him personally to do the shoot. He wasn't thinking when he agreed to do it. Well he was only thinking when he made his escape.

To be fair he had been thinking the whole time. Thinking about the first time he had met the man with brilliant green eyes. About the club he was in. The way it felt to have Harry. The best night of his life. A night that could never repeat itself. A night that he tried to pretend never existed.

*~*~*~*

"Honestly I half expected that you wouldn't show up."

"I almost didn't. However, I did agree to this so... what do you want me to do, Mr. Potter?"

"Well Blaise, having you model for me was Mr. Malfoy junior's idea. I've never taken professional pictures in my life. I'm trying to study up on it now." Harry lied.

"Here let me give you a quick breakdown then." Blaise grabbed the camera and Harry's hand.

They both froze in place. Blaise was staring down at Harry's hand in his. He didn't know what to do. Harry was the first to move. He gingerly pulled his hand from Blaise's. He tried giving Blaise a genuine smile but failed miserably. If Harry was truthful he thought Blaise was a sexy man an had developed a little more than a crush on him.

"Ammm." Harry cleared his throat. "Well I guess I could take a few practice shots then."

Blaise nodded his head. He stepped back and posed for a few shots watching Harry as he fumbled around with the camera. His mind was basically blank as he was only concertrating on the man in front of him.

"I'm really not good at this." Harry sighed as he thumbed through the pictures.

"Well practice does make perfect. What am I going to be modelling for exactly?" Blaise asked.

Harry froze. He was supposed to not be good at taking pictures. Truth be told was he was an excellent photographer. Photography was basically a huge part of his job. He was nervous to tell Blaise the real reason he was taking photos of him. He thought that Blaise would run away.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. "Amm well I can tell you when we start with the real stuff."

Blaise shrugged. "Okay well keep practicing then. I don't like blurry pictures."

Harry's "practice" shoot carried on for the rest of the day. Harry deleted the much better ones before Blaise could look through the pictures. His heart was pounding the entire time.

*~*~*~*

"Wait what's this?"

"Blaise don't..."

"What the... You... You lied to me?" Blaise asked.

"I... I'm sorry it's just that..."

"Just what exactly, Mr. Potter? You had me come here for the whole day every day this weekend just to help you. Apl that when you can take perfectly decent pictures. Why did you lie?" Blaise was feeling hurt more than anything.

Harry scratched the back of his neck. "I was going to tell you. I wanted to tell you."

Blaise sighed. "What am I doing here?"

"I... I needed inspiration for my next piece. Mr. Malfoy senior agreed to help me start my own gala. I wasn't happy with displaying any of my existing work. I was convinced to take pictures of you by Mr. Malfoy junior." Harry explained. "I'm sorry Blaise I just didn't really know how to tell you exactly what I was looking for."

Blaise frowned. "What are you looking for?"

Harry's cheeks went red again. He looked down and shifted on his feet. Blaise waited for him to answer.

"Ammm well... A nude model. I mean I'll cut off your face so no one will actually know who you are. My next piece is basically all about the human body and celebrating it."

"I don't do nude. Draco knows that." Blaise deadpanned.

Harry shrugged still looking down. "He said that you would be okay with it. I'm really sorry."

Blaise didn't know why he was still standing there. He didn't know why he hadn't just left already.

"Why couldn't you tell me sooner?" Blaise stepped forward

Harry's face flushed red again. "Well. I mean you... You know."

"I don't know. That was why I asked. Spit it out already."

"You're hot. Like really hot. And well I... I was nervous." Harry mumbled. "It's not easy..."

Blaise couldn't help himself. Seeing Harry stumble over his words and his face turning red. His mind went a little fuzzy as he stepped closer to Harry. He was usually really good at hiding his true self. He succeeded in doing that his whole life. Now with Harry standing infront of him and stumbling about he just couldn't. He couldn't control himself.

This was a face he'd wanted to see again since that night. The face of someone who knew exactly what they wanted but was too nervous to say anything. He stepped closer to Harry still as Harry mumbled on about being nervous and how he thought Blaise was hot and other things about his work.

Harry didn't even notice Blaise was standing right in front of him. Blaise raised his hand to Harry's chin and lifted Harry's head before leaning forward and kissing him. He didn't expect Harry to melt into the kiss the way he did. Blaise had goosebumps running down his spine as Harry slid his hands around his neck.

The memories flooded Blaise as he wanted more from Harry. Harry gently pulled Blaise closer and tried to deepen the kiss. Blaise smiled against his lips and pulled Harry much closer. Blaise lifted Harry off the ground and Harry instinctively wrapped his legs around Blaise's waist. Their little make out session getting hotter by the second.

There was a crash that brought Blaise out of his needy and desperate haze. His mind took a second to clear as he pulled away from Harry. Both of them breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry." Blaise quickly said stepping back.

"You don't need to be." Harry's voice was soft.

"I do. I have a wife. This shouldn't... I shouldn't have let that happen." Blaise sighed.

"She doesn't know that you're gay?"

Blaise shot Harry an angry look which quickly turned sad. Of course Harry knew he was gay now. He had basically forced himself on the man. Even if Harry didn't remember him from before. The little make out they just had was evidence enough.

"No one knows. No one was supposed to know." Blaise sighed.

"So why did you kiss me?" Harry asked.

He hadn't shifted from the position Blaise left him in. Sitting on top of his desk legs slightly apart. He had his hands behind him for support now. Blaise licked his lips unconsciously as his eyes slowly raked over Harry.

"I couldn't help it. This is why I only work with people I don't really find attractive." Blaise mumbled.

"So why did you agree to work with me?"

Blaise scanned Harry's eyes. "I just couldn't say no."

Harry hopped off of his desk. "I understand if you don't come back. You're free to leave."

Blaise left and went straight home. He was planning on talking to Pansy who about what had happened. Asking her forgiveness or advice. He was planning on telling Draco he'd changed his mind. He wasn't going back to work with Harry. It was just too risky for him.

When he got home it turned into something else altogether. He wasn't thinking about what had just happened with Harry anymore. Blaise had come home to see a colleague's car parked in his driveway. He frowned as he parked his car walked into the house from the garage.

Pansy wasn't anywhere to be seen on the first floor. He thought about calling out to her but couldn't find his voice. He realised that the unexpected guest wasn't anywhere on the first floor either. He carried on looking through the house until he heard a crash coming from his bedroom.

He quickly ran up the stairs and walked towards his room. The thought of someone trying to rob them crossed his mind. Without a second thought slammed open the door. He blinked a few times before stepping back and walking away.

Pansy was talking to him, stumbling as she grabbed her robe and tried to follow him. Blaise couldn't hear her. His mind switched off and his body leading him away.

He was so worried about being faithful that he almost quit the job with Harry. He had planned on calling Draco and letting him know. He had planned on so much because he wanted to make his wife happy. He didn't want his wife to worry.

"Blaise!" Pansy yelled in his face.

Blaise blinked. He had gone all the way to the kitchen and filled a really big glass to the brim with Whiskey. He looked at the glass and took a big gulp from it, feeling a little better as the liquid burnt its way down his throat.

"Blaise are you listening to me?"

"Fuck off Pansy." Blaise groaned.

"But Blaisey..."

"Don't. I don't want to hear it. Just get out of my house."

"Blaise, please..."

Blaise looked up and spotted the man whose name he couldn't be bothered to remember. He squinted at the man then took another big swig from his glass. Then he turned to Pansy who was still pleading with him. He sighed and walked back up to his room. He grabbed Pansy's bag and the clothes that were thrown all over the floor.

Pansy and the man had followed him back upstairs. He shoved the bag at Pansy and moved past her. Pansy was still trying to get Blaise to listen but he heard nothing. He opened the front door and turned to Pansy.

"I won't tell you again to get out of my house. So move it. Before I force you to." Blaise deadpanned.

Pansy and the man left with much protest. Blaise slammed the door shut behind them and went back to the kitchen to finish his drink. He stared at his phone deciding what he was doing. He didn't expect it to start ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey. I hope you don't mind. I got your number from Draco. I just wanted to know..."

"I'm going to need a few days before I come back. Something just happened that I need to sort out. I'll talk to you later Harry."

"Oh. Okay." Was all Harry said.

"I'll still do the shoot." Blaise said before he hung up.

He saved the number without hesitation and had another big sip from the glass. With another sigh Blaise dialed his lawyer and then a locksmith. Pansy probably still had the keys in her bag and he didn't stop to check for them before sending her off. He didn't want to have to worry about her coming in when he was gone. She was going to try and Blaise didn't want that.

*~*~*~*

Blaise hadn't left the house for a whole week while he waited for the locksmith. They had been booked when he called and only had an opening on Friday. Pansy had tried a few times to sneak in but Blaise caught her and told her to leave. The last time she tried to sneak in he handed her devorce papers and shut the door in her face. He was glad that the locksmith had showed up that afternoon.

Blaise couldn't work, not after what happened. He wasn't upset that his marriage was over. He was more in shock. He thought he'd be the one caught with his pants down. That's why he had all those conditions with his work. Why he only chose to work with certain people, on certain projects.

Blaise's phone rang and he turned to see who it was. He sighed seeing Draco's name. No doubt Pansy went to complain to him. No doubt the managers of his projects complained that he wasn't showing up. It had been a whole week already after all. He was supposed to be doing shoots every day.

"What?" Blaise said answering his phone.

"I've been out side for the past 15 minutes. Open the damn door." Draco's voice came through.

Blaise hung up and walked over to the door. "You have a key."

"You changed the locks." Draco responded.

"Oh right. Sorry."

"Man what the hell happened to you?" Draco asked.

"Didn't Pansy tell you?" Blaise downed the rest of his drink.

"She said you kicked her out. Then you served her with devorce papers." Draco shrugged.

Blaise let out a laugh. "She failed to mention that I came home and she was in bed with another man."

Draco wasn't exactly surprised. "So what's in the boxes?"

"All her stuff. I'm giving it to charity. Benefits of having a prenuptial agreement. She gets nothing from me. I keep everything." Blaise shrugged.

"So it's really over between the two of you, huh?"

Blaise rolled his eyes. "I have a shoot to get to."

"Thought you weren't doing those anymore." Draco raised an eyebrow at Blaise.

"Look, I couldn't leave until the locksmith came. Pansy has been trying to get in. Now that the locks have been changed I can get back to work." Blaise explained only really half believing what he was saying to Draco.

Blaise tossed the extra keys to Draco and left. He only had one thing on his mind. He really couldn't work even if Pansy had stayed away. The whole week he had one goal in mind. That was to make it to the weekend. His agreement with Harry was set for weekends and Blaise was a little desperate. He hadn't been able to just "forget" this time.

*~*~*~*

Harry sat in his studio with his eyes closed. He did this everyday for the past week. His fingers fluttered over his lips as he thought back to a night that was bitter sweet. It was the last time he really went out with his friends.

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"Harry mate. You need to relax a bit more. Come on come with us. We're going club hopping. Maybe you can find someone for a one night stand."

Harry laughed. "Don't you think we're too old for that?"

"Don't be a bummer Harry. My brother is going to come check on me in a bit and if we haven't left then we never will."

"Come on Hermione your brother can't be that bad. Besides club hopping is something you do as a teenager." Harry shrugged.

Hermione squinted at him. "Please Harry it's much more fun when you're older. Why are you acting like a 40 year old man when you're only 22?"

"Okay fine. I'll come with you." Harry sighed.

"Ron zip me up. Then we can leave."

Ron got up and did what Hermione said. They climbed out of Hermione's window and made a break for it. Harry was still on the fence about the whole thing but wanted to make sure his friends didn't get into too much trouble.

They were at their 3rd bar when Harry noticed Hermione's brother entering. Harry tried to get to his friends to warn them but was a bit late as he saw Hermione's brother pull her out of the club. Ron was dragged out by one of the older boy's friends.

"Fuck." Harry cursed.

He made it outside and found that they were already gone. Now he needed a drink. He knew this was a bad idea because now he was stranded and getting drunk was not a good idea. He walked up to the bar and sat in a chair with a sigh.

"You know people come here for a good time not to mope."

"Oh sod off." Harry huffed.

He didn't ask for the bartender's opinion. He did want a drink but the bartender wouldn't acknowledge him after his rude comment. Someone sat next to him and got the bartender to come over only serving to further dampen his mood.

"Wiskey on the rocks and a beer please."

The bartender nodded and served the person. Suddenly there was a bottle of beer in front of him. Harry raised an eyebrow and turned to the person next to him.

"You looked like you needed it." The guy shrugged. "Unless you wanted something stronger."

Harry examined him for a moment. He then smirked and took the glass from the guys hand. He downed the wiskey and moved the beer in front of the guy.

"I needed something stronger. Besides I hate beer." Harry said.

The guy laughed. "Very well then."

Harry smiled and examined the guy a second time. He didn't notice the smirk the guy gave him. Mostly because he was slowly undressing him with his eyes. The guy was in good shape and pretty much the type of guy Harry liked.

"If you keep looking at me like that I'm going to assume something." The guy said.

"Looking at you like what?" Harry's eyes snapped upward.

"Like you want me to get naked for you."

Harry shrugged. That was exactly what he wanted. The guy sitting next to him was hot and Harry was gay. Maybe the guy wasn't but that didn't mean Harry couldn't dream. Besides Harry was openly gay and not ashamed to admire a work of art.

Another round of drinks were ordered and Harry got up from the bar. He moved to the dancefloor trying to not seem like he was imagining the guy naked. Harry did not expect to be followed. Much less have the guy pull him flat against his body.

"You know you keep teasing me like that. I'm really going to get the wrong idea."

Harry smirked. "I didn't realise you were paying that much attention to me."

"It's hard not to when you steal my drink from my hand twice."

"I decided that I didn't like wiskey either." Harry shrugged.

"So what do you like then?"

Harry didn't respond. He decided just to dance to the music and if he happened to brush against the guy then so be it. Harry was a little surprised to feel that the guy was turned on. He was in need of a good shag whether he admitted it or not.

"Buy me another drink?" Harry asked.

"What would you like?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know."

The guy bought two more drinks. A vodka for himself and a gin for Harry. Harry stole his drink from his hand again and the guy laughed. He accepted drinking the gin as he watched Harry.

"Keep looking at me like that and I'm going to assume something." Harry mimicked.

"If I didn't know any better I would say that you're flirting with me." The guy said with a smile.

"What if I am?" Harry asked.

"Well what are you hoping for then?"

"A good time." Harry shrugged.

The guy took Harry's hand and lead him out of the club. "I hate clubs honestly. Do you want to get out of here?"

"Only if you promise to take me home." Harry said.

The guy nodded in agreement. He lead them to his car and let Harry direct them to his house. Harry was taken aback a bit.

"What is a decent guy like you doing in a club?" Harry asked.

"It was a friend's idea." The guy shrugged.

~~~

Harry sighed and opened his eyes. He was aroused just thinking about that night. He knew he had recognised Blaise from somewhere. When Blaise had kissed him he had remembered. He could never forget the feeling of those lips. Or the way Blaise had kissed him. He felt a little embarrassed as he wondered if Blaise remembered that night as vividly as he did.

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