Alysia opened up her instagram feed, and couldn't help but grin. Harry had been taking shots that morning after they finished their yoga, and one had wound up on his ill used social media. The caption was so him.

 The yoga had been a new development. Alysia had decided to add it to her certifications, but had little experience. Harry offered to teach her, she loved the role reversal. They had stayed up all night talking and giggling in his bed, too wound up from their first date out of the house in weeks. They had celebrated a successful dinner in WeHo with exuberant lovemaking on his kitchen counter before moving to the bed.  As she lay on his chest after round two, he told her about Holmes Chapel and the scripts he was excited for. She told him about the aerial yoga studio opening down the street she wanted to try.

"Wha's that sunshine?" He'd asked.
"You hang from silks attached to the ceiling, increases your range of motion. Think Beginner Cirque de Soleil," Alysia explained to an excitable Harry. "Let me pull up a video."
They watched several together and Alysia wasn't sure she had ever felt more content than she did in the moment sitting naked between his bare legs under his fluffy white duvet.

"What do you have today, baby?" She kissed his pouty lips because she could.

"Mmmm, I need to go see Jeff to nail down plans for Dunkirk promo. But, other than that, not much. You?"

"Soccer mom stuff, and a group session," her personal training sessions were coming along nicely now that she had to focus on them until the hubbub died down, "think I'll go into Airy Yoga and talk to the owner, take a class this afternoon."

"Can I come?" Harry bounced a little.

"Yeah," she said kissing him lightly. "Suns rising, we should try to sneak in some sleep," Alysia suggested.

"Or, I can give you another lesson. Sunrise Yoga?"

So, they did literal sun salutations. When the sun was clearly over the view of LA from Harry's pool deck, he took a few pics.
"You too love, sunrise and sunshine."

"You are so cheesy!"she laughed at him.

"We are cheesy, and you love it! Smile!" He sang, then gave his mock offended face. "I don't love that I'm supposed to be the teacher in this scenario and your headstand is better than mine already. Been practicing Sirsasana in your abundant free time?"

"Um....Did I not mention that I did gymnastics for a long time?"

"When did you do all this, thought you bounced around a lot!" Harry exclaimed!

"Hey, grumpy frog, we did, but my coach sponsored me. He had tried to date Mom, but she wasn't into it I guess." Alysia shrugged and shook her shoulders. "Can we get in Savasana so we have a tiny hope of sleep, please?" pout in full effect.

Now she was looking at his post, a picture where her hair had blown from her head with the sunrise in the background. He had cropped her out, but strands of her hair blocked the sun rise. The caption read, "here comes the Sun."

Alysia smiled to herself.  He was right, she loved the cheese! It had been 6 weeks since they were outed. At first, Alysia wasn't sure they would make it, and she had had to stop teaching all of her classes. She missed her people, but a few of them had sought her out for training. And three weeks ago, Harry had stopped having to send a car to pick up the boys and Rhiannon. The furor had died down and the paparazzi had realized shots of her in the car pool line were already  boring. However, when Harry had suggested a dinner out, she was floored.

"Already?" She questioned down the phone as she packed her bag for his house." What if someone sees us, it'll start again." She tried to be calm, but her stomach was in knots.
"No, love, somewhere low key, plus, I hate treating you like some dirty secret. We are always locked up in my house, and much as I joke about never letting you leave my bed, we agreed to try to be a regular couple, right? Do coupley things?" Harry admonished.
"You're right, ok." She gave in.
"We'll go somewhere low key, ok?"
"Ok, I'll be there in an hour."

As she took the familiar drive to Harry's she tried to fight the nerves she felt about being seen with Harry again.  He was right, they'd agreed to try for some kind of normality, but she had just reclaimed a little of her life, and she wasn't eager to give it up. She was winding herself up, in a "right strop" as Harry called it. He loved her, told her, showed her, all the time. They were together, time to stop hiding. Her head could rationalize all this, but she felt sick whenever she thought about it.
She put the gate code in, and pulled up to her spot, Harry came bounding down to her as usual pulling her from the car and into his arms. He was right, everything would be fine.

Their date was enjoyable and their night even better. They slept after their morning yoga for 4 hours, until Alysia headed to Simi for her sessions. She'd been doing them in the garage, but the weather was so nice, and cameras seemingly scarce, so she moved them outdoors to a park. After her last client, Roger, hugged her goodbye, she walked to Whole Foods the way she used to and treated herself to lunch. Pick up was smooth as well, and by 5 she was outside Airy Yoga waiting for Miriam, the owner.

20 minutes into her private session, she felt long and lean and was upside down. The door bell on the studio beeped.

"I'll get that, just slip your feet into the loops, think mermaid, and hold a bridge as long as you can," Miriam said as she walked to the antechamber.

A moment later she heard Miriam's sound of excitement and realized it must be Harry. He had that effect. Her heart beat a little harder to, but she continued her practice.
She held the bridge, and when Harry walked in, she saw him stop short at the threshold and stare at the line of her body. She caught his eye in the mirror and  swallowed when his lips turned up into that sly smirk of his. Alysia could see the ideas percolating in his mind, but they had an audience.
"Lo, sunshine," he said and she could hear the heat in his voice. "Can I join you?"

"Let me measure you, and you can get started," Miriam said. "Where's your navel?" She asked as he came to stand on the opposite side of the silks.

By this time she had come out of the silks and stood to observe Harry getting set up. She watched as he pulled up his t shirt to just above his navel revealing his ferns and the v-line she loved to trace with the tip of her tongue. He caught her eye in the mirror and grinned, pleased with himself when he caught the desire on her face, Miriam looked a little choked up to.
He was such a damn tease sometimes.
Once the silks were at the right height, they stretched him out and Alysia envied his flexibility. Once they got on the silks though, his clumsy nature asserted itself. He nearly tumbled out on his head.
"Stop laughing at me, love," he tried for serious.
"I can't, you just look like a baby giraffe," she guffawed bending at the waist and rocking.
He gave her a displeased look, "Knock it off, mean girls get punished."

"Whoa, still here," Miriam reminded. 

Alysia laughed as she climbed the silks to stand before pointing her toes and falling into monkey hang. 

Harry watched her admiringly, "how are you so good at this already?"

"Just like it, it also makes yoga fun, as you've noticed I kind of neglect my flexibility," she said as she flipped right side up and hopped into the silks like it was a swing. 

Harry laughed, "I've seen no problem with your flexibility love, but ok. Sorry Miriam."

Miriam got up on the swings and showed Alysia a few extra inversions, she kept up really well, and by the end of class, Miriam was asking her about teaching. She also spent a little bit of time with Harry teaching him how to use the silks to enhance his yoga practice, and after laying in savasana in the cocoon like silks, they left floaty and happy, hand in hand. 

"What did you think?" Alysia opened her door, throwing Miriam a wave over her shoulder as she hopped into his Range Rover.

"I think that I'm currently texting Jeff to have two sets of silks installed in the gym at my house. They seem very useful," he chuckled giving her a meaningful look. 

"Hm...What uses are those, Mr. Styles?" she playfully batted her eyes.

"Well, You seemed to like when I inverted you the other night. We can see what else we can get up to with a little support," he concluded with a wink.

Alysia's cheeks heated and she bit her lip and fanned herself thinking about when he had picked her up so they were facing top to tail and her thighs had balanced on his shoulders, while he indulged his love for tasting her after he had been inside her. She'd come like that but it had taken her a minute to catch her bearings, so she hadn't returned the favor. Seemed like a shame.

"I liked it," she said, making eye contact with him, "Do we have plans tonight?"

 "I'm sorry to say we do, I thought it was time you met Jeff and Glenne. They wanted to make some food and hang on the patio."

"Oh, okay," Alysia responded.

"What's that voice love?"

"Nothing, I'm just nervous to meet them. He's your best friend, so his opinion matters. And, he's your manager, so I'm sure he already hates me a little," she worried aloud.

"Sunshine, Jeff will like you. But even if he doesn't, I already have an opinion of you, and that is not changing. Right?" he said, reaching for her hand and focusing on her face with a slow blink.

"Right."

They spent an enjoyable evening with Jeff and Glenne. Glenne served her some delicious Prosecco and the girls had laughed their way into an easy friendship. Jeff had taken longer to warm up. He seemed slightly wary of her, but indulgent of Harry.

Alysia liked that Jeff was protective, so she answered all of his questions, but she was nervous. She probably drank to much to relax though.

Harry was solicitous and amused when he realized that she was a little bit drunk at the end of the evening. He hadn't caught on how tipsy until she had walked right into his spread legs and buried her nose in his neck.

"I'd really like you to fuck me with the silks. I could use them to ride you too, suspend myself above you. Hmmmm...been thinking about it all night."

Harry laughed out loud when he caught Jeff's face. Alysia clearly had no volume control when intoxicated.

"Jeffrey, did you swallow a bug?" he teased. 

Jeff just stared at the loved up couple in front of him. 

"Cat got your tongue, buddy?" Harry laughed.

"I'd like to get your tongue," Alysia tried to whisper and Harry cracked up again.

"On that note,"Jeff stood up from his bar stool, "I'm going to bed. Your room is made up. Glenne, you ready?"

Harry nodded, and watched them walk away, then he tilted Alysia's face up to him, "want to go to bed, Sunshine?"

"With you?" Alysia said against his lips, "Pretty much full time."

"You are forward when you're drunk. This why you came home with me that first night?"

"I went home with you because I've seen those pictures of you in the yellow shorts, and I thought I might come just looking at your lips," she slipped her tongue into his mouth and ran her hand over his workout pants. 

"Whoa, love, let's get inside. Don't want to scar Jeff anymore," Harry smiled at her wantonness.

They stumbled into the bedroom and Alysia stripped off her workout top immediately followed by her pants and climbed on all fours onto the bed, looking over her shoulder to be sure that Harry was watching before grabbing the head board with one hand and slipping the other between her legs. "Harry..." she begged.

He pulled off his shirt, "You alright, baby."

"mmhmmm, just needy and wet, feel baby," Alysia moaned out loudly. 

"Baby, we need to be quiet, Jeff and Glenne's room is pretty close," he said, conscious of her current volume control issues. 

"Guess you'll have to stuff my mouth with something," Alysia climbed to the end of the bed and pulled him free, sealing her mouth on him immediately.

"Fuck, what has gotten into you?" He groaned.

Alysia pulled off with a pop, "Hopefully you soon."

Harry dragged his large palm over her jawline and ran his thumb over her wet lips, "Anything you want baby." 

"Yeah baby?" she said, slipping him deeper to the back of her throat, "This mine?" she pumped him and connected their eyes.

"Alysia, all of me, all I have is yours," he swore, trying to reassure her. Alysia went back to work on him. She always gave her all, but she seemed to have something to prove tonight. It worried him.

Later, as she rode his lap and he sealed his palm over her mouth as she cried out her finish he promised again that he was hers. Her oft repeated plea confused him. He'd lost count of the number of times she'd asked if he was hers. Claimed him, hell she'd even left a mouth shaped bruise on the side of his neck for the first time. Alysia's concern piqued his worry again. But she seemed to have calmed down after he cuddled her into his side. Harry drifted off to sleep, wondering what was going on in her head.

When he was safely asleep, Alysia opened Instagram again and began reading the comments on his sunshine picture. 

"He's fucking talking about that girl, that must be her ratty ass hair."

"What the fuck does he see in her, she looks like a man."

"Harry, don't sell yourself short daddy, she's a fucking nanny."

"personal trainer my ass, I wouldn't trust this bitch with my dog, let alone my body."

"back off bitches, Harry never posts anything personal anymore. He clearly loves her."

"Loves her????? You crazy, he never stays with any of them very long. She's nothing."

She's nothing.