Eeeeek! It makes me so happy when someone misses and asks about EWTNC Harry and Stylist YN! I love them so much! So here's a little update.
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Photo credits to the owners.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY
Harry hears the bedroom door creak open, keeping his eyes closed and pretending to still be asleep. He can hear the giggles getting closer, and feels the bed shift as two little bodies try to subtly crawl up on top.
"Quietly, okay?" You whisper. "One... two... th-"
"Happy Birthday, Daddy!"
"Hap Bir-day, Daddy!"
Harry pops up in the bed, and turns over to see Winnie grinning, Milo picking at a booger, and you holding a cup of tea, and placing it on the bedside table next to him.
"My goodness! Thank you, my loves!" He exclaims. He grabs both of his children into his arms and tackles them on the bed, causing a burst of laughter.
"Ah! Daddy! No!" Winnie exclaims, her eyes squeezed shut and her smile stretching across her face.
You can't help but feel your chest fill with warmth as you watch them all interact. Doesn't matter what they're doing, if it's together, you always feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and joy.
"Alright you three, time to get up."
"No…" Harry whines, quickly matched by the children.
"Okay, I guess I'll just head to the kitchen and eat all of the delicious birthday breakfast by myself then." You state, slowly turning around as you pretend that your intention is to walk away.
"Oh no you don't!" You hear behind you, as you feel Harry grasp your wrist, twisting you around and pulling you onto the bed. Winnie and Milo quickly pounce, using their little fingers and giving their best efforts to tickle your sides. You glance over to Harry, being met with a look of pure admiration, and he gives you a sweet smile.
"You win! I surrender!" You throw up your hands and they maneuver off you, giggling at their victory. "How about we have that breakfast now."
Winnie and Milo hop off the bed, and you watch as they shuffle out of the room. You turn back to Harry, who still has that same beautiful look on his face, and you sit up on top of the sheets.
"Happy Birthday, Rockstar." You reach your hand up to his cheek and lean in for a kiss. "Who would have thought that the boy in bandanas would be a husband and dad at twenty-nine! Feel old yet?"
"No, just lucky."
A blush forms on your cheeks and you still don't understand how he can manage to do that to you, after over eight years of being with him.
"Alright, you sap, let's get out of bed before they make a mess."
You grab his hand to pull him up off the bed, but he lets out a low growl, pulling you back down and shifting his body to hover over you.
His short curls fall into his face, his necklaces hang down in front of you, and his lips meet your neck. That same spot that he knows so well.
"Maybe later we can get back into bed and make a mess of our own."
"You need to-" You take a quick breath, as he seems to have taken it out of you. "You need to focus. You've got a show to put on tonight."
"Oh, I can definitely give you a show."
"Harry!" You exclaim with a chuckle, weakly attempting to push him off of you, though not much of your strength is put behind your effort.
"It's my birthday…" He replies, lowering his entire body onto yours, and you wish you could give him exactly wants. And, frankly, what he deserves. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer for a deep, passionate, and lustful kiss, causing him to let out that low growl once again.
One of his hands squeezes your hip, pressing his own into you, and you let out a quiet moan. At this point, you don't care how the kitchen looks, you just want to look at him, like this.
However, you both pull apart as soon as you hear a little yelp from Milo and Winnie instantly telling him that she is sorry. You sigh, feeling the heat between your legs and the bulge between Harry's. He gives you one last, quick kiss and then moves off of you.
You scoot off of the bed and swiftly turn around, meeting his gaze, showing that he hadn't taken his eyes off of you.
"To be continued." You quietly tease, and his eyes widen along with a grin.
"Well, Happy Birthday to me!"
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"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"You don't like it?" He dramatically hits his palm against his chest as his mouth drops open, knowing full well that you love his outfit, considering the way your eyes are traveling up and down his body. "Winnie helped pick it out. I think she's following in her mummy's footsteps."
"Mhm." You hum, still running your gaze all over his body, focusing on his bare, toned, tattooed chest, that you wish you could lick all over.
"Sunshine, I've worn stuff like this before…" Harry chuckles, stepping forward and placing his hands on your hips.
"I know. There's just something about it tonight…" You reply, letting out a breath you didn't even realize you had been holding. Even after all of this time, after the thousands of outfits you've seen him in, and styled him in, he still somehow manages to take your breath away. You look up to him, placing your hands on his chest and running them down his smooth skin. "But… I have to say… I do prefer you in your birthday suit."
"Fucking hell, YN." He whimpers, leaning down to take your bottom lip between his teeth. "Already ripped one pair of pants on stage… I'm not 'bout to go out there with m'dick standing straight out!"
"Right… it's a family show…" You smirk, leaning up to place a kiss on his earlobe. "But it won't be tonight."
"Oh my god." He mumbles under his breath.
"Daddy! Daddy!" You suddenly hear Winnie's little voice coming from the hallway and Harry gives you a quick kiss on the lips before stepping back and swiftly adjusting himself. Then he looks over and gives you a smile with so many meanings. Lust, adoration, maybe a little disappointment, but also happiness in its purest form.
"I love you, Sunshine." He utters.
"I love you too, Rockstar."
Winnie comes through the doorway, rushing over to the two of you, with Milo trying to keep up behind her. "Look what Milo found for you!"
Milo moves in front of his sister, with his hands in front of him, holding the blue balloon that the two of you clearly spotted as soon as he walked in.
"This is for me, Bub?" Harry asks, kneeling down to his son, who hands him the string.
"Ba-woon, Daddy!"
"It's for your birthday!" Winnie squeals, with just as much excitement as Milo, showing off some pride for her younger brother.
"Thank you, darlings! I love it!" Harry expressed, with a smile as wide as theirs, and his heart full of joy. He looks up to you, smiling with all the love he can portray through just an expression, and then wraps Winnie and Milo into a big hug. "And I know exactly what m'gonna do with it."
Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
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A/N: As a celebration of the 1 year anniversary of this series, I wanted to give you something very special. Here it is. The wedding of Harry and Stylist Y/N.
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, oh and an emotional Niall
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August 2017
[Deep breaths, you're gonna be totally fine]
You purse your lips and exhale, doing your best to control your breathing and the butterflies uncontrollably fluttering around inside.
You're not scared. It's just a big moment. And even all the dreaming and planning didn't prepare you for the emotions and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you get ready to walk down the aisle.
"I wasn't privileged to have always been there for you, but I always will be kiddo. And I'm so honored to be here now." Dave states as he takes in a shaky breath. "You look beautiful, YN."
He lifts up the hand of yours that he has held in his, and twirls you under his arm, allowing you to show off your silk, fitted, sweetheart neckline bridal gown.
The moment is something you had wished for as a little girl, and then one you never thought you'd have as you grew older. Without your father in your life, this moment never seemed possible. But here you are, being doted over by Dave, and it is better than you ever could have imagined.
"Dave..." You reply, quivering in your words. "I can't… imagine… this moment without you."
You take a deep breath, wrap your hand around Dave's arm, and he nods when you turn your head to him.
"Let's get you to Harry." He winks.
You nod back to him and straighten up as you take the first steps.
Your heart leaps as you start to hear the first chords of your chosen song. To be more specific, Harry's chosen song.
You awake to the soft strumming of a guitar, and smile as you open your eyes to see Harry sitting up in bed and staring out the window with the instrument on his lap.
"What are you doing there, Rockstar?" You ask sleepily.
"Good morning, Sunshine." He turns around, a sweet smile displayed on his face. "I was just thinking about you, and the wedding…"
"Oh?"
"I think… if you don't mind… I think I have the perfect song for you to walk down the aisle to…" He states bashfully.
"Okay, H. Let's do it." You shrug.
"Yeah?" He grins. "Can it be a surprise?"
"I wouldn't expect anything less from you." You giggle.
The butterflies rise as you realize an instrumental version of 'Here Comes the Sun' by The Beatles is beginning to serenade you.
But with each step, the song begins to fade further into the background as the noise of your racing heartbeat takes its place. If you could focus on anything else, you'd notice all eyes on you. You'd hear the joyful sniffles from loved ones. You feel Dave patting your hand in encouragement and emotion. However, the closer you get to the end of the aisle, the more fixated you become on the man waiting there for you.
You cannot help the way your eyes wander up and down his frame, admiring how well his surprisingly buttoned white shirt fits his upper body, and the way his trousers hug his lower half in all the right ways.
[Skinny jeans who?]
He looks incredible. Not that he ever hasn't, but today he has reached his peak. No sheer black shirt, Saint Laurent jacket, or floral Gucci suit could ever compare to the way that he looks right there. But what makes it the best, is the sparkle in his gorgeous green eyes, and the wide brimming smile on his face. Those expressions are bigger and brighter than you've ever seen them, and your heart swells with love.
Suddenly, you're there, facing the man you still can't believe you're spending the rest of your life with. If anyone told you three years ago that this would be your future, you would have fainted from the lack of breath you'd have due to laughter. The thought of just being loved felt ridiculous back then. But to be loved by Harry Styles? Unfathomable. Yet, you have it even better. You are loved by Harry. Just Harry. And there he is before you, loving you, and waiting to take you as his wife.
"You're a lucky man, Harry." Dave utters, receiving an instant nod from the man he is addressing.
"I know." Harry responds, reaching his hand out as Dave lets go of yours. "Trust me, I know."
Dave gives you a kiss on the cheek and you give him the most appreciative smile you can muster. You know that you wouldn't be in this moment if it weren't for the way he loved your mother. He showed her, and then you, that it was possible to be cherished in exactly the way someone should be.
"You look… YN, you look…" Harry stumbles through his words, his eyes flickering up and down your body as you move beside him. They work their way back up to yours, and his other hand reaches to your cheek, using his thumb to gently caress your skin. "You're absolutely gorgeous."
"Looking really snazzy there yourself, H." You reply, your gaze never leaving his.
"Yeah, yeah. Everyone looks good. Now, can we do what we all came here for?"
Your attention is taken from each other as you both turn to look at the source of the voice beside you both.
Niall winks, prying open the notebook he brought to help him keep on track while officating the ceremony. You chuckle as he takes a deep breath, knowing full well that he may have a harder time keeping his composure than either you or Harry.
"Family and friends, we are here today to witness Harry and Y/N commit to one another. However, this was done in their hearts a long time ago. I would know, I was there."
The crowd chuckles.
"From the beginning, Y/N brightened something in Harry, and Harry ignited something in her. Even through the tough times, they were always tethered together somehow, they have always been in love."
Niall looks to you and winks again, a gesture to prove that he was right all along. From the beginning.
"Now, m'tryna keep it together, because I love these two loads. So, m'gonna keep it short."
Harry gently places his finger under your chin, and leads your gaze to meet his. You instantly see his bright eyes and beaming smile, causing you to forget where you are. You just stare into those gorgeous greens and everything feels right.
"It's… It's now time for the vows, and these two have written their own. So, get out your tissues and handkerchiefs, people." Niall suggests, pulling out his own in preparation.
"Bloody hell mate, I wanna get through this and you're not helping." Harry whispers, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a paper.
"Jesus. Okay. Haz, please read your vows out to Y/N."
Harry clears his throat and takes a deep breath, staring down at his paper before looking back up to you.
"Sunshine. I've used that name for you since the day we met. As soon as I saw you, and your bright presence, I was instantly drawn to you. From that day forward, you were always on my mind."
He looks up to you with a smirk, and small blush forming on his face, then looks back down to his words.
"You kept a strong guard of your heart, but you also quickly had a strong hold on mine, and I knew that it was yours from then on. Thank you, for trusting me with your own. Y/N, I promise that you'll never have to guard it again, because I'll keep it safe every day of my life. I would do anything for you, and I plan to prove that to you every single time I take a breath."
You hear Niall clear his throat, and make the mistake of quickly glancing over to him, seeing the glossy filter of emotion forming over his eyes.
"Don't you dare." You quietly plead, focusing back on Harry so he can continue.
"You know me, the real me, the deepest parts of me. You're the reason behind the man I am now, and the man I want to be, and I don't want to be anywhere else but with you. You are everything to me."
He pulls his lips inward for a moment, folding up his paper and grabbing your left hand for a kiss.
"I love you, Sunshine. Always."
You can hear a multitude of sniffles in the crowd, but refuse to look their way. You stay focused on him.
"Oh no. I'll lose it in a moment…" Niall states in a whisper. "Because now it's time for your vows, Superstar. Please read them to Harry."
You turn towards Natalie to grab the paper you spent very little time writing on. It wasn't hard to know what you wanted to say to the man standing in front of you.
Your gaze catches your best friends and you smile as you see the small lines in her makeup made clear by her tears.
"Damn it. He's good at that." She whispers.
"Yeah, too good."
You turn back to face Harry, getting lost in his eyes for a moment, yet again, and grab one of his hands with your own. You close your eyes and let out a strong exhale, opening them again to view the words you are about to express.
"Harry, since day one, you have changed my life. I was so scared to open up- to love someone, or be loved by someone. But then I met you. No one has ever made me feel so out of control, but yet also completely safe at the same time."
You pause, taking in a big inhale as you think about the sincerity of those words.
"I've had constant butterflies since the first moment you looked at me, and I knew nothing would be the same. That feeling will never go away."
A subtle shake of your head, and the swallowing down of the lump in your throat give you the ability to continue.
"You opened up my heart, and my world. I would have never experienced most of what I have if it weren't for you. You are everything I never knew I needed, and everything I never want to be without. You changed my life, and now you are my life."
You peer up to him and are taken into the trance that only he can do with you, awakening those same butterflies you had just mentioned before.
"I love you, Rockstar. Never a question."
"Oh boy. That was… yeah, beautiful you two." Niall quickly swipes his thumb under his eyes and clears his throat. "But I held it together."
"Umm…" you chuckle. "If you say so."
"Alright. Alright. Let's keep this going and get rings on fingers, 'cause I wanna get ya married!"
Mitch hands yours to Harry, and Natalie hands Harry's to you. You smile as you hold it in your palm, remembering the very first time you saw it. The thick gold band, surrounding a green peridot gem in the middle. The one you saw and instantly thought of him. The one you bought for him, and sent him for Christmas that first year you had been together, after the breakup. The one he kept that entire time, but never wore, in hopes that one day he can wear it for something special. The one he, apparently, kept for today.
He grabs both of your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your fingers, biting his lower lip as his right foot moves behind his left leg and begins to tap on the ground.
"Harry, do you take Y/N to be your wife? Will you cherish her, love her, support her, and commit to her through whatever life may throw at you?"
"I do."
"F'course you do." Niall winks.
Harry brings up your left hand for a kiss, looking up at you before he lowers it back down slightly, and gently slides your wedding ring onto your finger. You look down and the breath is taken from you. He asked to buy you a completely different and additional ring, not just a wedding band. Your engagement ring now sits on your other hand, and a beautiful gold floral band with a peridot stone in the center rests in its place. It matches the one you purchased for him, the gemstone representing August, for the month you met and now also for the moment you take his last name.
"And Y/N, do you take Harry to be your husband. Will you cherish him, love him, support him, and commit to him through whatever life may throw at you?"
"I do."
Tears begin to congregate at the corners of your eyes, and you dip your head down to place the ring on his finger. As your gaze comes back up, Harry's hand runs across your cheek to collect the moisture.
"We figured." Niall laughs, pulling you out of the love daze you're in and reminding you of the actual event taking place. "Alright, well, now for the best part! The internet gave me the power to say that I can now… oh geez… I can now pronounce you husband and wife!"
Cheers erupt from all around you, but your gazes and grins stay on each other, reveling in the moment you legally become one another's, though you know that happened in your hearts a long time ago.
"Now, kiss her you fool!" Someone, who sounds like your brother, shouts from their seat.
Unfazed, you watch as Harry glances over your lips, biting his own as both hands move to cup your cheeks.
Anyone else would expect to be pulled right in and lips firmly smashed together as the final step of the ceremony. But Harry slowly leans in, breath labored as if it is the first, but also most important, kiss between you too. His lips initially graze yours, causing a shiver over your skin as your hands slide up from his biceps to the back of his neck. He presses softly against you, pulling you in closer, his tongue gently teasing to be let in.
Time stands still. It's the perfect way to end the official event and begin your life as a married couple. You could be in that moment forever, but as your mind begins to flash to all the possibilities ahead for the two of you, your lips pull away. Looking up to Harry, you notice the gathering of tears in his eyes as you feel one or two of your own begin to trickle down.
"I don't want to let go of this moment." He whispers, words shared between just the two of you, despite the many eyes pointed your way.
"You don't have to." You quietly respond, a whirlwind of love, excitement, and joy taking over you completely. "I'm not going anywhere."
He smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, one with a little more passion, but the same amount of tenderness as before.
All of a sudden, there's the slight feeling of warm breath hitting between the two of you.
"But if you two don't move, no one gets to eat." Niall mumbles, causing you and Harry to smile against each other's lips, finding the comedy in the fact that even though this is a new journey for you two, some things will never change.
"Alright." Harry mutters, finally pulling back from you, his eyes still taking yours in. "Let's get this party started."
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"If the bride and groom could make their way to the dancefloor, it is time for their first dance as newlyweds."
Harry stands up and grabs your hand, helping you out of your seat and leading you to the center of the room.
"Now, don't be mad…"
"Oh god, that's never good." You chuckle.
"I have one more surprise for you." He states, giving you that mischievous smirk you are so used to seeing.
"Okay…" You reply nervously. You're not the biggest fan of surprises, and Harry knows this, but each one he has done for you has gone above and beyond any expectation you could ever have. It's not as though you need him to do it that way, but you know it's the way he likes to, and the thought he puts into it always shows how much he loves you.
Suddenly, the quick sound of drums hits your ears, and you instantly recognize his choice of song with the upbeat notes of the other instruments beginning to play.
"You picked a 'Starship' song?" You ask, eyebrows raised in curiosity and amusement. "Why?"
You reach your spot and he spins around to hold your waist, pulling you in as close as possible to his chest. You instinctively rest your head on his shoulder and feel the weight of his head as it rests on yours.
(Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now)
Lookin' in your eyes
I see a paradise
This world that I've found is too good to be true
Standin' here beside you
Want so much to give you
This love in my heart that I'm feeling for you
"Umm… 'cause you were listening to them…" Harry begins, causing you to pull back your head, seeing the blush in his cheeks and his eyes flickering around as if in embarrassment.
[He's so cute when he's flustered, and it's funny that he still seems to get that way with you]
"The first time I walked in on you singing, in the dressing room, you were listening to a 'Starship' song." He explains.
"Such a sap." You chuckle as you sarcastically shake your head, your heart filling with every positive emotion you can feel at one time.
And we can build this dream together
Standing strong forever
Nothing's gonna stop us now
And if this world runs out of lovers
We'll still have each other
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now
"Thank you. I love it." You whisper to him, feeling those permanent butterflies as his lips gently kiss the top of your hair.
You lift your head, staring into the eyes that can pierce their way to your soul, and you cup his cheek, knowing that this is exactly where you were meant to be.
All the fear, adventure, heartbreak, fighting and waiting for each other was a difficult journey to experience, but it led you to this perfect moment, with this perfect man.
"Why are you so good to me?" You ask, watching as his eyes begin to glisten in the dim light of the room.
"Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He smiles, carefully holding the back of your head and bringing you in for a kiss.
You smile against his lips and wrap your arms tighter around his neck, keeping his face close as he momentarily pulls away.
"You're my favorite person in the whole world, Mrs. Styles." He grins, and you wonder if he can feel your heart beating as strongly as you can feel his.
[That very first day he saw you, you were shocked that he knew your name, but now you are so happy and honored that you get to take his]
Please i need to know how stylist!yn and harry are doing?!?!?!?! ahhh i just love them.
And I love YOU 💗
I just wrote this, sorry if it sucks. Clearly I cannot give a short answer about those two because I love them so much! My babies!
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It's been a rough time for the family, being hit with a nasty case of the flu
The morning after Halloween, Winnie came into the bedroom, crawling up into the bed to cuddle Harry, and he instantly felt her little body burning up.
She spent a good amount of that day curled up on the couch, watching cartoons, and sipping on some Pedialyte, since her appetite was barely there.
Milo, seeing her get a lot of attention, started walking around with his little palm on his forehead, whining and trying to claim he was sick too.
"Ow. Ow." He stated, with each step, causing you and Harry to roll your eyes, after checking his 'symptoms' first, of course. Dramatic, just like his dad. Though you still couldn't help but laugh.
That was until dinner. Thankfully, Winnie was feeling much better and even ate some soup with a few slices of bread. Milo had a bowl of mac and cheese, which unfortunately ended up on the floor only ten minutes later.
It hit him harder, especially being younger and not being able to really voice his needs or problems. And it was hard on you, since Harry had another show the next day.
Love On Tour Night 7 was not nearly as fun for you as it was for Harry, but he came home that night with a look on his face which told you that he wasn't at his best, and the next morning proved you right when he ran to the bathroom and noises of distress sounded out through the door.
You not only prepared yourself to take care of yet another person, but also the heartache you knew Harry would be feeling if he had to cancel a show. He has always done what he could to push through, as long as his health wasn't truly at risk, but this time felt different, and he was gutted.
Shows have always been his favorite part of being an artist, since back in those 1D days, and while he would swim in the joy he could have while spending time with the family, everyone was miserable. Including you, because even though you weren't sick, you were exhausted.
At one point you sat on the bench in the shower after the kids were tucked in for the night, letting your tears fall under the covers of the water to relieve the stress you had pent up for almost a week. You couldn't afford to fall apart when you had a family to take care of.
So when Harry opened the bathroom door and groaned that he needed to take a shower too, you snapped back.
"I need a fucking minute, Harry!"
The next morning was Harry's first show back, and while he was feeling almost completely healthy, Milo and Winnie were still on the mend, so you were left alone to take care of them both.
Harry had come home to find all three of you asleep in the king size bed, and he snuck under the covers next to you.
The next morning, he was feeling like his old self again, so he went to the gym early, stopped by the store, and you woke up to fresh coffee and a breakfast feast. Feast being a generous word, but it included pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a cute little display of your favorite mini tarts.
"Thank you for taking care of us, Sunshine. You're our rock."
"Anything for you, Rockstar. Never a question."
But he wanted to do more, so that night, since the kids seemed to be back to normal, your mom came over to put them to bed, and Harry took you out to a nice hotel for a night away. As soon as you two got to the suite, Harry had checked around the room and locked the doors.
"You really are, as Niall calls you, a Superstar." He rolled his eyes, knowing how much Niall would let that go to his head. "Wait..."
He looked around the room, making sure the door was fully locked, and came back to his position wrapped around you.
"Had to check that Nialler wasn't here?" You giggled.
"Never know with that guy."
There wasn't a fancy dinner, or a chaotic and passionate session of love-making. You had ordered pizza, a bottle of wine, and sat in pajamas as you watched reruns of 'Friends' before cuddling up together in bed and falling asleep in each other's arms. It was perfect.
The next morning however, before he needed to head back to the Kia Forum, was filled with moans that would make the housekeeping staff blush even from two rooms away.
And that night, in his crazy purple/yellow and pink/white outfit (that you had expressed to Lambert wasn't your top choice), Harry was more vibrant, and fun, and goofy than he felt like he had been since Halloween.
if you haven't read them all, not a problem. if you like more than one, not a problem. i just wanna know your favorite series so far, if you have one at all 🩷
Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
A/N: Welcome to the first chapter! I have a lot of ideas for this series, and am going to let it develop as we go. This chapter is the introduction and basically sets everything up for the story.
Warnings: None
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CHAPTER 1 -
RIGHT NOW, EVERYTHING IS NEW TO ME
July 30th, 2014
[deep breaths, you're gonna be totally fine]
"You're gonna have to get over this flying phobia real quick, ya know."
"It's not a phobia, geez. I just get nervous during take off… and touch down…"
"This is our life now Y/N, at least for a while, so grab my hand and let's do this damn thing, yeah?"
You nod, looking over at your best friend Natalie and know you wouldn't be doing this without her.
She is the reason you are headed to Toronto. She is the reason why you are both going to be styling interns for the biggest boy band in the world. One Direction.
You and Natalie met in middle school. At that time when lace camis and Abercrombie were what every young person wore, she just dazzled them up in her own bright way. Even that at that age, she was confident and just knew how to own what she was wearing. You wore the "trendy" clothes also, but she was the spark and just helped you shine a little brighter too. She's never been afraid of taking risks. Not that you are not adventurous, to a degree, but big and bold moves just haven't been your thing. So when she packed her bags to move to Los Angeles with you, you knew you wouldn't have done it without her. And when she enrolled in the Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising too, you knew you wouldn't have done it without her. And when she came running into your room one day screeching about the internship acceptance you both applied for, you knew you wouldn't have done it without her. Well, her and her cousin Heather. Heather worked as a managing assistant for One Direction. She was the one who informed you about the internship, but you let Nat take a bit of credit for this too.
So here you are, sitting in the middle seat of an airplane heading to Toronto, with your best friend sitting right next to you once again. As the plane takes off, you try hard to stay calm. You manage to keep your eyes only half shut but still ends up grabbing onto Nat's arm for dear life.
[She's right, you've gotta get used to this, because it's definitely not the last flight you'll be taking]
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The past month has been filled with a lot of information. You met with a lot of the team members, managers, and other interns during that time, since there was a small break during the Where We Are tour. You were shown the styles of each of the guys- what they wore during concerts versus awards shows and interviews. You were shown the process of shopping for all the tour outfits. You were shown how their dressing room setups and schedules worked. It was a lot but it got you excited. You don't mind fast-paced, and love that they had things so planned out but that each concert is a new experience.
"Damn, there's so much detail into making them so damn sexy" Natalie whispered at one point.
Management wanted all the interns to start observing and shadowing the other crew members during the last leg of the tour. There was already a good routine going, so it's a good time to observe the backstage inner workings of it all, and get a good understanding of the environment you'll are entering.
You and Natalie flew in to Toronto couple of days before the concert at Rogers Centre so that you can get a good night's sleep and get your bearings before all the craziness begins. Once arriving at the hotel, Natalie quickly declares that it is time to grab a drink at the bar. You are too anxious and want to get a good night's sleep, so you stay in the room, pulling out your phone to shamelessly scroll through Twitter. There is so much buzz about the last couple of concerts! The fans are so overwhelmed and overjoyed from getting to have that experience. You get to be a small part of that and it makes you smile. Plus, Natalie wasn't wrong, they were gorgeous guys. That is definitely going to be a bonus. But, like, just a cool professional bonus.
Now you feel more excited than anxious, so you decide to get some sleep.
[You're gonna be totally fine]
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July 31st, 2014
You wake up early, find the gym for a quick workout, and then grab some coffee at the hotel cafe. Today you are headed to Rogers Centre to help with the rest of the set up for the concert tomorrow night.
"Y/N, good god woman! Why are you up so early? We don't have to be there til 10am!" Natalie growled as you come back to the room.
"It's 8am."
"Exactly. You're ruining my day by waking me up."
You shake your head and chuckle. She may be the bold and brave one, but you are definitely the one to think ahead and be ready for anything.
After she rolls her way out of bed, you both get ready, keeping the rest of your clothes still packed away in the suitcase.
"Might as well make this a habit now."
Being the fashion lover you are, but knowing you would probably be running around all day, you opt for the staple black leggings and white t-shirt combo. You throw on a pair of black and beige sneakers for some comfort and support. You throw your hair up in a bun and are ready. You hope.
Natalie snags a taxi and you're on your way.
"Are you freaking out at all?" You ask on the drive over.
"Nah, this is so fucking awesome! I can't wait to see all the clothes they'll have!"
"Yeah… I'm still a bit nervous. They said once we get in, we need to find to the dressing rooms."
The taxi pulls up and you follow the signs for the crew members. They hand out lanyards with "INTERN" printed on them and are directed to the dressing rooms.
You walk into a large room and are greeted with "Hey ladies! I'm Amelia, one of the styling assistants. You'll be working with me."
"I'm Y/N Y/L/N and this is Natalie Vettle. Thank you, we are so excited! Where do you want us to start?"
Amelia smiles, appreciating your enthusiasm.
"Well, we have Liam and Louis' outfits all hung up in their respective areas, but we still need the areas set up for Niall, Zayn, and Harry."
"I'll take Zayn's area!" Natalie offers, immediately. You hold back the chuckle that instinctively rises in your throat. Big Zayn fan right there if you've ever seen one. She claims that he is the hottest and best dressed of the bunch.
"Awesome, Y/N why don't you tackle Niall's first while I go and meet the other two interns."
You make your way over to his area and start setting up his space. He is definitely more casual. You can certainly appreciate that. You are a 'comfort and style' kind of girl whenever you can be. You hang up the pieces they provided for him, though you can't help but separate out a black t-shirt paired with a red plaid sleeveless button up shirt. It seemed very 'Niall' to you.
Natalie is still gushing over some of Zayn's outfit options, so you take the opportunity to start on Harry's stuff.
His style does seem to be a bit different from Niall's. He definitely likes patterns, and button up shirts. You see a sheer black button down and think [wow, this would make the girls go wild], so you do what you had done for Niall and move it to the front where he would see it first.
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The rest of the day is filled with a lot of little detailed tasks. You end up helping another intern find some sound equipment, and grab a couple of waters for the film crew as they practice their camera positions.
[So much goes into this thing, but that's why the fans end up tweeting about what an amazing experience they have]
You haven't met any of the guys yet. Not that they'd interact much with the lowly interns, but it would be cool to see how they prep for the next day too. Then you realize you've barely seen Natalie at all today. You sort of figured you'd be running around this place right alongside each other. That's how you usually do things, side by side. Or her leading the way.
You head back to the dressing rooms.
Suddenly a soccer ball flies down from an adjacent hallway and you collide with the person chasing after it.
"Sorry bout that. Them band boys don't know nothing about football. You okay?"
You look up to see Niall Horan reaching his hand out to help you up.
"Yeah, no worries. It was my fault for charging through here like I knew where I was going!" You stick your point tongue in a silly face.
He lets out a big laugh.
"Well, I don't know much bout this place neither, but where ya tryna go?"
"The dressing rooms" you say, a little embarrassed since that's the one place you should know the location of.
"Oh! I just passed that. So turn the corner and it's on your left a little ways. Promise I won't kick the ball til ya gone" he says with another laugh. "I'm Niall by the way."
Now it's your turn to laugh. "I know that. I'm Y/N. I'm a styling intern, and I should probably head back to my little corner. It was nice to meet you."
"You too. See ya!" he replies. You walk away and try to hide a smirk when you overhear something about 'how chill she was'.
You get to the room and find Natalie chatting away with the other two interns.
"Y/N/N, where have you been?"
"Running around doing tons of little tasks. Have you been here the whole time?"
"Basically, yeah. Got to meet the hair and makeup team and all that. It was pretty cool. And I saw Heather. I tried looking for you."
You can't help but feel a little disappointed. Would've been nice to connect with the other stylists since that's what you're there for.
"I just met Niall. Or, rather I ran into him, literally." At least you had one cool experience from the day to share.
"What??" She squeals. "Did he talk to you? Would he talk to an intern? Forget that, is he as hot in person?"
You could only shake your head at her ridiculousness. You answer her questions, saying he quickly talked to you and that he was really nice.
Amelia walks in a few minutes later and lets everyone go for the night. The two of you are walking out of Rogers Centre when you suddenly notice a small group standing by a van, close to the band entrance. A couple of them glance over but you don't want to be a creep by staring at them all so you keep walking.
You think you hear someone say softly, "oh that's her" and then Niall yells your name. "Bye Y/N!"
You turn back around to see Niall waving, but also Harry Styles looking at you intently.
"Have a good night!" You respond.
"Oh my god Y/N/N, are those the boys?" Natalie asks as she starts to wave exuberantly to them as well. "Bye guys! Can't wait for tomorrow!" She yells to them.
They give a small wave back and start getting into the van. You can't help but notice that Harry is still looking at you and gives you a little wave too. You smile and return the gesture, then turn and walk away.
What a wild day. It's actually been fun with all of the day's activities, but you can't wait to get to that hotel bed and sleep. First though, food.
After grabbing a sandwich from the hotel cafe, you head to the room and plop down on the bed. Now you don't even know if you have the energy to eat it. You take a few bites, hop in the shower, get in bed. You quickly wonder what tomorrow will be like before falling right to sleep.
[It's going to be utterly insane]
~~~~~
August 1st, 2014 - Concert Day
Today is the day and once again, you wake up early. [That's a big no to the workout]
You grab your phone to send a few texts and make a Twitter post about how eager you are. You scroll through just quickly to revel in the buzz that's already building from the fans. Natalie wakes up soon after.
You run to the hotel cafe to grab two coffees and breakfast wraps. Back in the room, you pack some essentials in your (clearance) Coach leather backpack- protein bars, gum, facial wipes, and deodorant. You put on a similar outfit to yesterday's, but with a One Direction t-shirt you were given yesterday. You stick with some minimal eyeliner, mascara, and tinted chapstick.
Natalie, is wearing a similar get-up, snaps a quick selfie of the two of you.
"Let's get going. We can get there early to help get things started, it'll look good for us!" You suggest.
"Girl, I already look good!" as she shows her outfit off and sends a wink your way. You laugh.
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Back in the dressing room, you can hear and feel the elevated sense of anticipation. You help Abigail to add all the final details to the boy's dressing areas. You lay out some head scarfs for Harry, some hats for Liam, and some pairs of fun socks for Niall. Natalie gets the mirrors set in place. They might not be the most important details, but you know it can be the extra element to contribute to a smooth process.
Heather (Natalie's cousin) comes by for a brief moment, hugging you both and expressing how proud she is of you. She can't wait to see you shine in the styling department.
At some point, during the flurry of activity, all the interns and styling assistants gather for a meeting with the one and only Caroline Watson- the lead stylist for the group. It is inspiring to hear how casual but visual her ideas are just for this one night. You won't see her much, she is the one who works closest with the guys, and you'll be hanging out backstage for the most part.
As you're walking back from the bathroom, you see a merch intern rushing through the hallway. She looks a bit panicked.
"Hey, do you need some help with anything?" You ask.
She stops in her tracks. "Oh my god! Please? We misplaced two boxes of sweatshirts and I can't find them anywhere! We need them like… now."
"Take a deep breath, I'd love to help you."
She lets out a huge sigh and thanks you.
"I'm Dana by the way."
"Y/N, nice to meet you. Let's find that box for ya."
You chat with Dana and really like her. You both grew up outside larger cities. You are both the oldest of two siblings- you have a younger brother, she has a younger sister. You both bashfully admit your infatuation with One Direction and confess which outfit you actually really liked from their Up All Night tour. She is sweet. Stressed out right now, but sweet, and you are happy to be making a new friend in all this.
You come across some extra boxes of cups and plates for the food service and uncover the two large boxes containing the missing sweaters. She squeals and you both high five. You offer to help Dana get them back and she accepts. You're not sure if you should be back in the dressing rooms yet but you want to help in any way you can.
"Good job Dana! Thanks for finding those!" says the guy directing the merch tables, who then looks at you and adds, "you're not one of my people, right? What's your name?"
"Y/N"
"Y/N? Thanks. What department are you in?" he asks.
"I'm a styling intern. I should be in the dressing rooms but I could see how determined Dana was and knew I had to be part of her hunt" you say with a grin.
Dana looks at you with a grateful expression. She can see you are trying to help her look good in this scenario, since she was so stressed out.
"Cool. I'm Jacob- Merchandise Manager. Sorry, we've got a lot to do but thank you for helping Dana."
You wave to them both and then hurry back to the dressing rooms.
It is getting closer to show time and as you turn the corner you can see a lot of activity going in and out of the dressing room doors. When you enter, you can see that some of the guys are picking out their clothes and starting to get changed. The room is full. You find Natalie and nudge next to her. She turns to you with the most gleeful expression on her face. She whispers "they told us to stand aside and observe, and I'm not complaining." You giggle silently.
Through all the people you can see that Zayn and Liam are in the room. They seem to know right away what they want to wear, so they get ready and out in a flash. Natalie is impressed with Liam's choice in bright red shoes.
[Make a mental note- Liam likes wearing a hat]
You see Amelia and others tidying up, but the room was only settled for a few minutes before you notice the other two interns trying to hold in squeals. You turn towards the door to see Harry walking in.
"Hello everyone" he says as he scans the room.
Natalie and the other two interns [you don't even know their names yet] are all holding onto each other and doing their best not to jump up and down like any other One Direction fan would.
You look at them smiling and trying not to laugh a little, when you turn back and meet the gaze of said megastar. He slightly smiles and waves at you, then nods at the other three. You're thankful they don't all faint right then and there.
"He is so hot," whispers one of the girls.
"He could look good in a potato sack. We don't even need to bother styling him!" says the other.
There aren't as many people shuffling around him, so you were able to see him sifting through his clothing options. Your heart skips a beat when you see he is holding the sheer black shirt you had placed in front. He smiles, looks at Amelia and tilts his head a bit.
She shakes hers and chuckles. "You're going to stop more than a few hearts tonight, love."
He chuckles, gets changed behind a portable curtain, and comes back out to the mirror. He grabs a black head scarf with white polka dots. Amelia and a few others start to gather around him so your view is now obstructed, but they all seem to approve of his look.
"That shirt is everything!" Natalie whispers to you and all you can do is smile and nod. It wasn't as if you handed it directly to him, but you feel a little bit of pride knowing that your choice was the right one.
The process is the same for Niall and Louis. Niall loves the plaid shirt you saw, but decides on a sleeveless white tank top to go underneath.
The boys are ready and heading to the stage. The interns are released to a common room where they can watch the concert on a TV, but you stay behind to help her get ready for another round of this tomorrow. You can at that exact moment the boys get out there because the rumbling is so loud it sounds like the ceiling could crash down on top of you. "Damn, this really is something big, isn't it?" You say as you help Amelia tidy and put away some of the clothing and accessories.
"And I still haven't gotten used to it," she chuckles, "but in the best way."
"And thank you for your help. It's not common that an intern misses an offered opportunity to watch the guys out on stage, even if it's on the TV."
"Oh, it's my pleasure. I hope to have many other opportunities to do that, but right now my job is to help so that's what I want to do." You say, without hesitation.
"Well we are gonna get along just fine," she says as she gives you a quick pay on the back.
But she does finally insist that you meet up with the others and enjoy the night. You find Natalie in the common room and watch in awe as the guys bounce around on stage and feed off the energy of the fans, who in return seem to feed off the energy from on stage. It's a mutual relationship and you admire that considering how big One Direction really is.
Dana finds you so she can watch before the chaos after the show. She, you, and Natalie sing along to all of the songs, especially during 'Right Now' as it seems very fitting for your current experience.
The moment that 'Best Song Ever' starts, Dana says goodbye and rushes out the door. She has to observe, but most likely help, with the merch tables.
In the middle of the song, you leave Natalie and make your way back to the dressing rooms. You were told that the guys won't be coming back to the room, so you grab your backpack and take a good deep breath before everyone else comes back. Just then you hear loud voices and people running through the hallway and passing by the door. It's not your fellow team members and you quickly realize that it's the guys and the security team headed out to the cars back to their hotel.
You stand just inside the dressing room so you are out of the way, when someone shoots through the doorway, grabs a pullover sweater, and starts to run back out. He stops and turns to you. It's Harry. He smiles and says "have a good night Y/N" then runs right back out to his security guard who rushes him to the cars.
You stand there in a bit of shock. Guess you didn't avoid the rush of people after all.
But then you realize… Harry knew your name. Niall shouted it last night when he said goodbye, but the fact that Harry even listened to it, let alone remembered it, makes you feel so… you don't even know what to make of it, but it is nice to know that they do interact with the people who work behind-the-scenes.
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You find Natalie and get back to your hotel too. She is buzzing about the whole experience- how Heather gave her, Sarah, and Jade (the other interns) a mini tour of some places backstage, and how she met the hair stylist/makeup artist Lou Teasdale while in the bathroom. She has such great experiences, she really puts herself out there.
She asks about your day, and you tell her whatever eventful moments come to mind, but you don't mention your tiny interaction with Harry. Doesn't seem significant.
You get ready for the night and get to bed. You can't believe it's all happening again tomorrow. Excitement and exhaustion hit all at once, but exhaustion wins the battle. You let one more thought cross your mind. [Harry Styles knows your name…]
Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
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This is Harry's inspiration for the song 'Sunflower Vol. 6' off the Fine Line album. And that's ALL I'm saying about it! Hehe!
A/N: Did I cry? Yes. But am I a big sap? Also yes.
>> Warnings: The fluffiest of stuff
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March 2018
Sunflower, my eyes
Want you more than a melody
Let me inside
Wish I could get to know you
Sunflower, sometimes
Keep it sweet in your memory
I was just tongue-tied
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"Is something going on, Sunshine?"
Your fingers fidget with your necklace, curled up under his arm as you both sit on the beach in Malibu.
"Why do you think that?" You look at him, trying hard to hide the smile threatening to push through.
"Y/N… just tell me, love." He states gently, as he pokes your side.
"Okay, well, this is definitely a beautiful place to talk about this…"
"Alright…" he responds, tilting his head to look at you and furrowing his brows in curiosity.
"I've wanted to say this for a long time, but didn't want to distract you…"
"Sun-"
"I'm pregnant."
Suddenly, his eyes widen as they stare intensely into yours and his breath hitches. He pulls back as he turns his body towards you and his hand falls down to your back.
"You're…"
"Pregnant." You nod, letting that smile burst through as you wait for him to process this life-changing information.
He brings both hands up to cup your cheeks and stares into your eyes.
"You're… you're preg-... you're pregnant?" He grins and runs one hand through his hair. "Holy shit! You're pregnant!"
He wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling back to look at you, then bringing you back into his chest.
"Oh my god." He exhales. "Oh my god!"
"Harry." You can't help but laugh. "I need to breathe!"
He pulls away, with a slight concern in his expression, which melts quickly as he looks down to your stomach.
"We're gonna be parents." His misty eyes meet yours. "I'm gonna be a dad!"
"The best dad!" You reply.
"Oh my god!"
You reach into your back pocket and hold out a small, square piece of paper.
"Do you want to see our baby?"
~~~~~
June 2018
I couldn't want you any more
Kiss in the kitchen
Like it's a dance floor
I couldn't want you any more tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
~~~~~
"It's… It's a…" you stutter, trying to read the paper in front of you.
"What? What is it?" He begs.
"It's a girl."
Tears well up in your eyes, and you look into Harry's glossy greens.
"It's a girl? It's a little girl?" He grins from ear to ear and the tears roll down his cheeks. He jumps up off the kitchen stool and grabs your cheeks, smothering your face with kisses. "Baby, we're having a little girl?"
"We're having a little girl!" You giggle.
He pulls you in and wraps you up in a hug, resting his cheek on the top of your head, where you can feel the tears hitting your hair.
"I love you so much, Y/N." He squeezes you tighter. "I didn't think I could love you more, but Sunshine, this is the best thing you've ever done for me… carrying our… our little girl. She's so lucky to have you."
"You're her daddy. She's just as lucky to have you."
He pulls back, wiping tears from his eyes, and pulls out his phone.
"Oh. Are we telling people now?" You ask.
"No." He shakes his head. "I want it to be the three of us for a bit..."
He turns on a song through the bluetooth speaker, putting his phone on the counter and wrapping his arms around your waist.
He kisses your forehead, and then your lips, swaying as Stevie Wonder's 'Isn't She Lovely' starts to play.
"Just me and my girls."
~~~~~
October 2018
I've got your face
Hung up high in the gallery
I love this shade
Sunflower, Sunflower
~~~~~
"I can't get over how gorgeous she is." Harry sways back and forth, humming a random tune to comfort your daughter, as he holds her in his arms. "I'm sorry, but I may never look at anything else ever again. Can't take m'eyes off her!"
Your heart flutters as you watch him walk around with her, beaming with love and pride.
"I can accept that."
"I mean, look at her! Have you looked at her?" He asks, causing you to giggle. "I thought I knew what she would look like from the ultrasounds but… she is so much more beautiful than what I imagined. This face… M'gonna stare at it forever."
You well up as he kisses her forehead, walking over and sitting on the edge of your hospital bed.
When he finally looks up to you, showing his own tear soaked cheeks, and he leans in for a kiss.
"I'm in awe of you, Y/N. You grew this amazing little creature, gave her the home she needed, and then brought her out here for me to meet."
Your breathing is shuddering as you hold back the happy sob that is building up inside.
She starts to stir and Harry quickly stands back up, swaying gently as he hums that unknown tune.
"It's okay. It's okay, my little Sunflower."
"Sunflower?"
"Yeah. She brings me so much happiness and peace. Like your favorite flower." His gaze meets yours and the permanent grin on his face shines brightly.
Your head drops back to your pillow and all of the elated tears you were holding back come pouring out.
Harry places her in the bassinet, gazing intently at her little face and body as she sleeps peacefully by your side.
He walks to the other side of the hospital bed and lays next to you, resting one arm under his head. He grabs your hand with his other, lifting yours to place kisses on every single inch of it. You turn your head to look at him, using your other hand to stroke his cheek.
"I think I know what name we should pick." You smile, seeing his eyes widen in anticipation.
"The first one?" He asks, subtly squirming on the bed, since that had always been his choice.
You nod. He softly pulls you closer, and lets out a deep exhale as he kisses your cheek.
"You are my everything. I love you so much. I love you both so much… both of my girls."
"I love you too, H." You nuzzle your face into him.
"My girls." He whispers. "My Sunshine and my Sunflower."
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harryfan1 DADRRY ERA ALERT! IT'S HAPPENING!
stylesstan best era yet!
harryfan2 i'm totally here for it
annetwist i love all three of you so much!
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ynfan1 look out world, this little one is gonna run it!
jefezoff Glenne volunteers us to babysit asap
louist91 so happy for you guys
iloveyn OMG!!!! BABY 1D FRIENDSHIP??
1d4ever stop! i can't!
gemmastyles bring me that baby! i need to kiss those little feet right now!
yourinstagram come over next week!
harrystyles i'm in trouble
j_corden i already know how big you're smiling!
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yourinstagram Winnie Laurelin Styles.
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mom_maureen that sweet girl has my heart too!
niallhoran i'm godfather right?
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niallhoran i'll take that as a yes
harrystyles we never discussed this
harry_lambert my cutest client
harrystyles heyyy
pillowpersonpp i need to come see her soon!
bro_sam now i'm the cool uncle!
natvettle no one said you're cool
amelia_n_tess intern, to stylist, to wife, to mom... knew you'd do great things! congrats!!
Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
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CHAPTER 32-
I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU
A/N: Hoping all the edging is worth it when you read this. It got a little hot here when I was writing it!! Basically, just have 'No Control' playing while you read this.
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>> Warnings: Some language and some yummy SMUT!! Penetration and male receiving oral
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August 4th, 2015
The next show was Kansas City, which he had asked you to watch completely, and damn that boy was menace on stage. Every ridiculous comment had you busting up.
"You need to calm down. You need to stop that right now! This is a family show!... Or is it…?"
"Scream if you wanna go fastaaaa!... It doesn't go any faster! This isn't a ride!... Or is it?..."
And damn him for making you weak when he stood in front of you singing 'No Control'. You met up with him backstage afterwards, entering into a passionate make out session, until he was taken away for some more song recording.
The same thing happened at the next show in Indianapolis, where you watched them perform 'Drag Me Down' for the first time. The guys had lots of late nights like that recently, so you two haven't had much time together.
Today the guys have a performance for Good Morning America, which means you will also get to spend time more with each other.
You arrive really early, taking outfit choices for each of them to change in their own hotel rooms, since they are performing outside.
Niall picks a subtle plaid shirt, which makes you happy since it is different, even if it's minimally.
Harry's options are still very plain. You knock on his door, being met with a huge grin and a bare chest.
"Hello Sunshine!"
[And hello again butterflies]
"Your choices today, sir, are a nice selection of boring, along with a side of boring." You scoff.
He gives you a kiss as he grabs the clothes from you. "Thanks babe."
"Harry, please make my little stylist's heart happy and find something fun to wear again!"
"No fair. I'm not the one picking them…" He sticks his tongue out at you.
"I'm not the one shopping for them… with the guidelines from you guys…" You stick your tongue out, back at him.
He takes a black shirt off its hanger and puts it on, causing you to pout a little.
"Well…" he smirks. "You're gonna like this little surprise then."
You fold your arms and raise an eyebrow. He reaches into the closet and pulls out something on a hanger that's concealed by a garment bag.
With his back turned to you he unzips it, removing the cover, and pulling out the hanger.
He takes a look at it for a quick second, then turns around and holds it up in front of you.
It's a beautiful, silky black Saint Laurent jacket. It's showcasing a gorgeous visual of a tiger and a hawk, clawing at each other. Your mouth drops open.
"Oh. My. God." Your eyes look up to his. "Where did you get that?"
He clears his throat. "Oh. Umm… a stylist I met early last year, Harry Lambert, sent it to me."
"Harry Lambert? Harry Lambert sent this to you?"
"Yeah…"
"Holy shit." You reply. "It's amazing, H!"
He meets your smile with his own, putting the jacket on and walking back into the closet. He brings out something else in a garment cover.
"He sent you another one? What's this one?" You ask excitedly.
He smirks, opening this one in front of you, and pulling out a smaller black jacket with vertical, silver, sequined lines spreading up from the bottom.
"It's gorgeous! But… is that the right size?" You ask.
"Hey, did you know it's been exactly a year since we met?" He asks.
You shake your head at the sudden change of subject. "What?"
"We met each other exactly a year ago, after you dressed me in that sheer black button up shirt. 'Member?"
[Of course you remember]
You grin, nodding, as he scoots a little closer to you.
"Yes." You breathe out, biting your lip.
"Well…" he holds the hanger out to you.
A small frown displays on your forehead, not fully understanding what he means, when it suddenly dawns on you.
Your mouth drops open and you gasp.
"No. That's not… that's not for me…"
He walks a few more steps, the jacket being the only thing keeping your bodies from touching.
"Yes it is."
"Harry…" you shake your head, eyes still on the jacket. "That's way too much!"
"No it's not."
You look up at him, eyes met with his gorgeous greens, and a wide smile stretched across his face.
"I love you, and I'm so thankful for that sheer black shirt." He chuckles.
You let a strong exhale and tears form at the corners of your eyes.
He lifts up one hand and wipes away the tear that is finding its way down your cheek.
"I…" you stutter.
"Love me… know I'll do anything for you… want to make out with me before we have to leave…" He smirks.
"Yes. Yes. And definitely!" He gently tosses your jacket onto the bed and grabs around your waist. The breath is taken out of you and you feel as if you could melt in his arms.
You wrap both arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.
He moans against your lips, causing a sensation to ignite between your legs.
[Fuck, you want him, so badly]
You tangle your fingers in his hair and give it a tug, causing him to moan again and push you back against the wall.
You let out a whimper as you feel how hard he already is being pressed against you.
You lower your hands to the bottom of his shirt and tuck them under, slowly caressing them against his abs and up to his chest.
"Shit, Y/N." He hisses.
He grabs your hips then pushes harder against you, moaning at the added pressure.
He growls. "We have to leave in a minute and all I wanna do is-"
"Kiss me… grab my ass… throw me down on the bed…" you smirk.
"Tease." He states, bringing his lips to hover right in front of yours.
You purse your lips but he pulls away, smirking and clearing his throat.
"Let's continue this later." He winks and bites his bottom lip.
"Fine." You pout. "Later."
He goes to the bed and grabs your new jacket.
"Now let's be some sort of weirdo couple and both wear our new jackets today!"
You put yours on, over your black long sleeve crop top, with it hitting your jeans at your hips.
"So perfect." Harry states.
"It really is!" You reply. "I love it. Thank you so so much, H."
"I didn't mean the jacket." He grabs your cheek and gives you another kiss before opening the hotel room door. "But you're welcome, Sunshine."
~~~~~
<< HARRY'S POV >>
Harry can't focus during rehearsal. He loves seeing you sing the songs, and bounce to the beat. And he really loves seeing you in that jacket.
[So sweet, and so sexy]
There's a pause and Harry turns around to pick up his water bottle, sneaking a glance at you as he takes a sip.
You're not looking at him. His eyes follow yours over to a small huddle of girls who peek over to you and whisper, peeking once again before looking down at their phones. He glances back to where you are and notices you step further back behind a few people, with just barely enough room to still see him.
He fully turns his body towards you and as you look back over to him, he winks.
[He wishes you knew how perfect you are to him]
He asks the team for a quick break and hops over to where you are.
"I think I need my jacket adjusted or something." He smirks.
You roll your eyes and do the most minimal adjustment on the collar.
"Want to get closer to the stage? We can both see each other better…" He bites his lower lip.
You look back over in the direction of the group of girls who have been eyeing you this entire time.
"No, I think I'll just stand over here, off to the side." You reply.
He looks over to the same group, waves, and then steps a little closer towards you.
"Kiss?" He asks.
You fix his jacket collar again, pat his chest, and gently push him back as you shake your head.
"Okay, we don't have to." He pouts. "But I definitely want one later."
~~~~~
Harry takes your hand as you exit the hotel elevator and make your way to his suite. He looks over to you as he grabs the door handle and pushes it open. Your mouth drops as you enter the room.
The dining table is covered with candles and in the middle is a giant platter of assorted snacks and desserts.
"What…" you utter, walking further inside. Harry comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.
"We're celebrating, remember?"
"Who would've thought that the guy who seductively grabs his crotch on stage during 'Better Than Words' is also a hopeless romantic?" You giggle.
You turn around in his arms, grabbing his face and giving him a sweet kiss.
"Well, you'll love this… we're also going to lay on the couch and watch 'The Notebook' together." He grins.
"Such a sap." You grab one of the chocolate covered strawberries from the platter and take a bite.
"For you, yeah. But I can also seductively grab my crotch if you want." He winks, and you choke on your strawberry for a second.
"Dessert, movie, and a show? Lucky me."
You both fill up your plates with some of the snacks and sweets, and take a seat on the couch to start the movie.
Harry sits on one side, against the armrest, and you cuddle into his body with your legs stretched out beside you.
As the movie plays on and gets to the scene where they are standing in the rain, you can feel Harry's chest rising and dropping quickly. You put your hand on it, and he places his on yours.
"Y/N."
"Mhmm?" You reply, eyes still watching the movie scene that's unfolding.
"I love you."
You pull yourself up to look at him and smile. "I love you too."
You start to lean back down but he puts his finger under your chin and your eyes meet his.
"Like, I'm not fucking things up this time."
A slight confusion is expressed across your face and you sit up even more.
"I'm not worried, Harry."
You lean towards him and place one hand on his cheek, giving him a tender kiss on his lips. You pull back enough to look him in the eyes, and you feel his warm breath hitting your face in quick spurts.
"I'm not going anywhere." You whisper, dropping your gaze from his eyes to his lips, and back up again. You place your lips back on his, with a bit more pressure this time and he places his hand on the back of your head.
You grab his t-shirt, pulling him up and manuerving him around so he is sitting with his back against the couch, as you lift your leg over his lap.
He smiles and strongly exhales as you straddle his lap and lean down for another kiss, still holding his shirt.
You pull away and let go. "I don't want to ruin the jackets."
You tuck your hands under his jacket, as he sits up, sliding it over his shoulders and down his arms.
He puts his hair up in a bun and smiles as he watches you remove the one he gave to you and gently toss them both to the other end of the couch.
He brings his hands under your shirt and runs them up and down your sides.
"I love you, Sunshine." He whispers. "I missed you so much."
You grab the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your head, revealing the lace bra underneath. Then you stand up, unbuttoning and lowering your pants down slowly, causing him to squirm in his spot.
"So fucking much."
He grabs your hands and pulls you back down onto his lap. You bite your lower lip as you grab the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head as his arms reach upward.
"Mmm." You hum, as you take in the sight of his bare chest. "I missed you too."
He instantly grabs the back of your neck and pulls you onto his lips, not wasting another moment before parting yours with his tongue and darting it inside.
Your hands grab onto the back of his head and he moans as you tug his tied up hair. Your hips start grinding as you feel how hard he is underneath you, and he grabs your hips, pushing you further onto his lap.
Your lips make their way to the edge of his mouth, then his jawline, peppering kisses down his neck and across his shoulder.
"Fuck." He whispers, and his hands swiftly move around to your ass. He scoots forward to the edge of the couch, still holding onto you, and stands up. He stops when he reaches the edge of the bed and lowers you down gently onto your back.
He hovers over you, causing his cross to dangle down, and heat rush through your body.
[Why is that so hot?]
He leans down, using his soft lips to give you a soft kiss, then stands up and pulls his jeans down.
Your heart is racing and it feels as if it's the very first time you're having sex with each other. When he leans back down over you, he frowns and pushes himself back up a bit.
"You alright?"
You huff out a breath. "I'm nervous."
"Why?"
"Not sure." You giggle.
"I'm gonna love on you, Sunshine. Like, take my time and really love on you." He smirks, then leans down for another tender kiss.
You smile against his lips. He moves them to your cheek, then your neck, and lays them on the one spot you both know you love. He doesn't rile you up like he used to, he just peppers sweet little pecks on it.
He lowers himself down more, propping himself with one forearm by your head, using his thumb on the other hand to stroke your cheek. You close your eyes as you feel a slight amount of moisture start to gather, but a single tear betrays you, and he catches it with his thumb. His lips leave yours and lay next to your ear.
"I love you." He whispers.
You exhale deeply. "I love you too."
He runs his lips over your shoulder and back to your clavicle. Then he sits up, shimmying his briefs off, and doing the same with your lace panties. You unsnap your matching bra and toss it to the side. Your body is squirming and ready to feel his, but you trace over him with your gaze and notice he's doing the same.
He bites his lip as he lowers back down to you. You grab the back of his head and intertwine your fingers into his hair, causing it to loosen slightly from its bun. He hisses out and you feel his cock twitch against your lower stomach.
Back down on his forearm, he uses his other hand to grab your hip, and slowly grinds against you.
Lips back together and moving in synchronization, he tenderly uses his tongue to part its way into your mouth. You moan as your own matches his movements.
He pulls away to look into your eyes.
"Would you prefer I use a condom, or pull out?"
You smile and bite your lip. You've been waiting for this moment.
"I want you to cum inside of me."
He clears his throat and parts his mouth to speak, but you place your index finger up on it.
"I went on birth control after we broke up. And… I'm clean… So if you want-"
"Yes!" He smiles. "I want to. I'm clean. I want to."
You bite your lower lip again and feel the intense sensation building between your legs. You gently buck your hips up. "Please."
He smirks then grabs his cock and rubs his tip along your entrance. You hiss as you feel your wetness coat the outside of your center.
"You're so wet, babe!" He states.
You nod. "For you, yeah."
"Shit." He chuckles. "Safe?"
"Safe, H."
He slowly slides inside of you, causing you to gasp. He leans back down, resting one arm on each side of your head, and you wrap your arms around his back. The added pressure of his body on top of you is only increasing the pleasure that is already building inside.
"Fuck, you feel good." He states, leisurely pulling out and then sliding back in again.
"S-so do you." You utter. You run your hands over his shoulder and down his arms, laying them next to his on each side of your head.
His hands grab on top of yours and he picks up his pace.
"Oh my god." You close your eyes and softly moan out.
His lips meet your neck again. He thrusts deeper, still keeping his steady pace, causing himself to moan against your skin.
"Deeper." You moan.
Harry listens, using more force to get further inside of you. His size and length are perfect for your pussy. Your breathing gets rapid and your head gets dizzy.
The depth and the slow pace are igniting your sense, and you feel a different type of sensation coursing through your body. There is a new, extra kind of pleasure.
[You're not just having sex, you're making love]
He told you that he wants to love on you and he absolutely is. You've never felt this type of intimacy during sex before. With that realization, the sensation heightens to its peak.
"Fuck." You whisper.
"Are you close, babe?"
"Yes." He picks up his pace. "Fuck. Yes, H. I'm so close."
You can't catch a breath, a tingling consuming you, and your entire body tenses up.
"Oh my god." You breathe out. "Fuck!"
You throw your head back and release all over him inside of you. Everything you have is encasing his cock, and you can instantly feel it dripping out as you work through your orgasm.
"Shit, Y/N, I'm gonna cum too." He moans, continuing to thrust in and out of you. "Are you sure? Safe, babe?"
"Yes. Safe. Please. I… I wanna feel you… cum in me." You mumble between breaths.
He gulps. "Say it again."
"Cum in me, Harry."
With those words, he pulls his head back and looks you in the eyes, mouth dropping open as he thrusts in as deep as he can. He holds there and shoots everything he has into you.
"Fuck!" He moans again.
You both stare at each other, panting and him continuing to pump as you come back down from your peaks, and he leans down to kiss you.
"I loved that." He smiles.
"I loved that too." You reply.
He kisses your lips once again and sits back up on his knees, looking at your naked body in front of him. His gaze moves to between your legs as he pulls out, staring at your soaked center.
He smirks. "I think that's one of the sexiest fucking things I've ever seen."
He moves himself around you, and lays his body next to yours. He turns on his side and you do the same.
He runs his hand along your arm, coming to a stop on your waist, and you run yours through his hair.
"I have something for you." He softly states, turning to his other side and reaching into the drawer of the hotel room's nightstand.
He turns back over and hands you a small square box.
You sit up in the bed and giggle as you see his eyes darting from you down to the gift he just gave you. Your hand grips to top on the small box and you gasp.
Neatly tucked inside are two familiar pieces of jewelry.
"Our… you… you kept our necklaces?" You mumble, staring at the gold chains, one displaying an 'R' and the other displaying an 'S'.
Your mouth opens wide, tears immediately flow down your face. Now your eyes dart between the gift, and the guy who gave it to you.
"I… umm… I just couldn't let them go." He clears his throat. "So, I… stored them away…"
Your mouth is still open and the necklaces are still in your hand.
"Is that okay?" He asks.
You finally blink and smile, melting in the gaze of his eyes.
"Yes!" You lean in with your lips to kiss him. "I just… never thought I'd see them again."
He takes the necklaces into his hand, unclasping yours, and motions it towards your neck. You twist your upper body around and lift your hair out of the way. He wraps the chain around and clasps it back up, kissing the back of your neck before you let your hair down again.
You turn around as he is placing his own back on. He wipes the last few tears from your eyes and brings your chin forward for a kiss.
"I love you, Sunshine." He whispers.
"I love you too, Rockstar."
~~~~~
August 10th, 2015
"Psst. Wake up."
You grumble, then suddenly feel Harry kissing the top of your head.
"I thought you were the one who woke up early." He chuckles.
Eyes still closed, and still snuggled up against him in his home bed, you grumble again.
"And I thought you slept in…"
He kisses your head again. "I wanna take you out on a date."
Your eyes shoot open and you prop yourself up.
"Harry-"
"A proper date." He adds.
You sigh and drop your gaze, tracing his sparrow tattoo with your finger.
"Umm…" you gulp, trying to clear the lump that's lodged in your throat.
"I really want to…" he states, scooting over to try and get a better view of your face.
"But… the last time…" you stutter.
"The last time I was an idiot." He admits, dropping his gaze down too. "I'm not fucking this up again."
You love Harry. You forgave Harry. But all of a sudden your body is wracked with anxiety.
"You don't have to do that." You sigh.
"I want to." He states, holding your chin to meet your eyes. "But we don't have to if you don't."
You drop your gaze again and bite your lip. You nod and look up to see him smiling.
He props himself up on his elbow and rests his head in his hand.
"I know it's not full proper, since we love each other, and fuck each other…"
You roll your eyes and he chuckles.
"But… Y/N… would you like to go on a date with me?"
"Shit. I have better plans…" you joke, causing him to drop his mouth open, and lunge towards you so that his body is hovering over yours.
"Take it back." He states, kissing your neck.
"No." You stick your tongue out between your teeth.
"Take. It. Back." He growls, kissing you between each word.
"Or what?"
He stops kissing you and frowns. "Or no more kisses…"
Your mouth drops open, disappointed you didn't receive the tease you were hoping for.
"Let me check my… oh, yes… I'm free today!" You exclaim, pretending to scroll through a calendar.
"Good! Now get dressed, ya hooligan. I'm taking you out for breakfast." He gives your lips one more kiss before rolling off you and getting off the bed.
You pout and prop yourself up as you watch him walk to the bathroom, completely naked due to the sweaty activities from the night before.
"You've got a nice ass!"
"Get dressed!" He replies, disappearing into the other room.
You pout again as you pull the covers off and head to his closet, where you once again have some of your own clothing hanging up.
After cleaning your face, you dress yourself in the belted cream romper and tan hat that you picked out, and look in the mirror to finish your makeup.
You suddenly hear the doorbell ring, but finish up with your lip color.
It rings again.
"Harry? Do I need to answer that?"
He doesn't respond and it rings one more time. You scoff and make your way to the front door. As you open it, you let out a huge laugh.
There is Harry, leaning against the doorway, dressed in a black button up shirt with pink-ish feathers and his staple black jeans.
"What are you doing?"
"Picking you up for our date!" He grins. "Said I would do this proper…"
"Oh my god!" You laugh again. "You're something else."
"Are you ready, Sunshine?"
You nod, grabbing your small bag on the entryway table and walking out the door. He closes it behind you, then grabs your hand and takes you to your side of the car.
"M'lady…" he states, helping you into your seat.
He closes the door and jogs over to get in on his side.
He looks over and smirks. "I love you…"
You hold up one hand. "Woah buddy, that's a bit forward. This is our first date!"
He glares at you, with a small smile. "Nope, joke's over, can't do that."
You bust up laughing again as he pulls out of the driveway, and you grab his hand.
"I love you too, Rockstar."
~~~~~
Sitting at your table in the cute little restaurant he brought you too, you're just full of giddiness, as if this really is a first date.
The waitress comes to take your order and you watch as she stares into Harry's eyes while he tells her what he wants. He looks over to you when it's your turn, but she doesn't take her eyes off him. He glances up to notice and points over to you.
"Katie, is it? I'm afraid you may have just missed her drink order."
She snaps out of her trance and looks over towards you.
"Sorry, what was it you wanted?"
"The egg, cheese, and bacon quiche with a cappuccino please." You answer, looking over to Harry and seeing him wink.
"Got it. I'll have the coffee's out shortly." She walks away and Harry reaches across the small table to grab your hand.
"I'm sorry, Sunshine. That was rude of her." He apologizes.
"You have nothing to apologize for, H." You giggle. "And it's fine. I mean, you're my Harry, but you're 'One Direction's Harry Styles' to everyone else, so I get it."
A wide grin appears on his face. "Your Harry?"
You pull your lips inward and blush.
"Kind of forward for a first date, isn't it?" He chuckles.
You stick your tongue out at him right as the waitress comes back with your drinks. You move to pull your hand away but he holds on tight.
She looks down at your interlaced fingers as she puts down your cups, and you notice her eyes widen and then her face turns stoic.
"Food will be right out." She states, quickly turning around and walking off.
Your gaze wanders over to another table and you see two girls giggling.
You look back at Harry, who is sipping on his coffee, when he notices what you've just seen.
"Could I go over and say hello?" He asks politely.
"Of course!" You reply.
"I'll be right back." He states, standing up and walking over to their table. Harry shakes the hands of the two adults, and then kneels down between the two girls. He lifts up a peace sign as one of the adults takes a couple of photos. He gives them both a hug, shakes the hands of the adults again, and walks back over to you.
Just then, Katie comes back over with your food, and Harry asks if he can also pay for the table he was just visiting with. She nods and walks away again.
You glance back over to the table and notice the girls have their phones pointed towards the two of you. Your head shoots back over to Harry, who is obliviously eating his food.
"Harry…" you whisper.
When he looks up, you motion your eyes over to them and he turns their way. He smiles and throws up another peace sign, causing you to simply smile in his direction. After a few seconds, he gives them a quick wave and goes back to eating his food.
"I'm sorry."
He frowns. "For what?"
"I'll be in the photos…"
He places his fork down and wipes his hands with his napkin.
"Y/N, listen…" He clears his throat. "I don't care if people see us together, because we are together."
You can only manage to stare at him.
"I'm not gonna fuck this up again. No chance. I love you. So as long as you don't care about the flashing cameras and shouting paparazzi when we go out… as long as you don't let rumors and gossip take over… as long as you trust me and we talk things out… then I don't give a fuck about any of it either. Yeah?"
"Yeah." You grin.
Once your food is gone and your plates are clear, Harry pays the bills for your table and the fans. He gets up quickly to pull your chair out, causing you to giggle, and holds your hand as you walk towards the doors.
"There's paps. You ready?" He asks.
"I'm a pro, remember?" You chuckle.
He squeezes your hand and pushes through the doors and through the crowd, both your heads hanging down slightly. He stops every few seconds, and only for a few seconds, when a couple of fans ask for a photo. You stay behind him, wanting to allow them to have their moment with their idol. He opens the passenger side door to let you in, and closes it before getting in on his side.
"You alright?" He asks, as you both buckle yourselves in.
You lift your head, suddenly unfazed by everything around you. "This was the perfect date."
"Can I have a second? And a third?"
"I'll clear my schedule."
~~~~~
August 20th, 2015 - Concert Day
Harry took you on three more dates before you had to travel to Ohio for the next show. And then to Canada. It meant it was back to tour life, but you manage to spend time together either way.
You walk into the main dressing room with Natalie and see Amelia holding a small cake.
"Hooray!" She shouts.
"Umm… yay?" Natalie replies.
"This is where it all started for us, babes. Toronto!" She cheers.
You and Natalie laugh.
"Good thing I wore these…" you pull up your pants legs enough to show off the 'Toronto' socks that you bought there last year.
"I can't believe you still have them." Natalie shakes her head.
"Well I don't know about those…" Amelia motions to your feet. "But their outfits are, once again, a little boring. Sorry babes."
You and Natalie groan.
"We have got to go shopping soon. It's killing me!" You state.
"I'm going to talk to Caroline soon. Maybe we can change it up for non-tour stuff." Amelia states. "With the new album coming, I'm sure there will be lots of interviews and performances to dress them up for."
You and Natalie high five each other. "Yes!"
~~~~~
Tonight's song viewing choice is 'Better Than Words', realizing you haven't actually seen Harry's famous crotch grab live.
[Prepare yourself for overwhelming screams from fans and intense sensations through your body]
You and Natalie stand over to the side, close to the sound booth. You want to stay hidden from Harry so that you can just observe him in his element, and so Natalie can stand with Levi.
The music starts and you see Harry standing on the walkway, spitting out water as he throws his body back.
[Yeah, you know why he gets the screams]
He skips around and sings right up until the end of the first chorus.
I can't explain your love
No
Harry jumps up and swings his arm, but loses his footing and rolls his ankle, causing him to fall down.
"Oh my god." You chuckle and shake your head at how clumsy he is.
"Wait, is he okay?" Natalie asks, and you notice him momentarily laying on the ground.
"Umm…" your gaze stays on him.
He gets up as Louis starts his part, and you let out a sigh of relief, but as he is walking he is gritting his teeth.
He isn't bouncing around as much for Niall's part, and you figure he is hurt, but you still get a smirk on your face when he grabs his crotch.
[Always a performer and such a tease]
He motions to someone off stage that he needs to wrap his ankle, so you wave to Natalie and head back before the song is over.
You catch him right as they finish wrapping his foot.
"Hey!" You exclaim.
"I'm alright, Sunshine." He replies, hesitating for a moment before bouncing back out there.
You smile and admire his determination, his desire to give his all for the fans.
You decide not to walk back out there and head to watch the rest of the show on the screen in Harry's room, grabbing a smoothie before you get there.
~~~~~
You sit on the couch, waiting for Harry to enter his private dressing room. You can hear the fireworks, and the tremendously loud cheers, which tells you that the concert is over.
"You alright?" You hear outside the door.
"Yeah, mate, just gonna rest in here for a few." Harry responds, opening the door.
"Hello." He smiles.
"Are you okay there, Rockstar?" You point to his ankle, watching him lightly limp over to sit next to you.
He stretches his arms out across the back of the couch and throws his head back, eyes closed.
"It hurt like hell." He admits.
"I could tell." You stand up and walk over to the little mini fridge, grabbing a pack of ice you had stored in the tiny freezer compartment. You sit on the coffee table across from him and bring his leg up to lay on your lap. You remove his boot and place the ice on top.
"Shit that's fucking cold." He yelps.
"That's the point of ice." You chuckle.
He lifts his head to glare at you, then throws it back down. The ice rests on his ankle and your hands move to massage up and down his calf.
"Mm." He hums.
He isn't looking, but you bite your lower lip at the sound, causing you to tighten your grip slightly.
He raises his head, with an extremely caved in dimple in his cheek, due to his smile.
"Is it helping?" You ask, avoiding eye contact as you pretend to be casual.
"Yes, thank you, babe." He replies, resting his head back once again.
"Let me try something else." You suggest.
"M'kay." He replies, not moving a muscle.
You remove his leg from your lap, and reach for one of the couch pillows, placing it under his ankle.
Your heart rate picks up as you sit on your legs in front of the couch. You place your hands on his thighs and slowly glide them upward, causing his head to pop up immediately and let out a hiss.
"What're you think you're doing?" He teases.
"I'm just trying to help you feel better…" you tease back.
"Mhmm…" He hums, biting his lower lip.
You get up onto your knees and scoot closer to the couch, running your hands up to his hips before leaning forward for a kiss. He sits up straight and places his hands on your cheeks, embracing in a strong kiss.
As you pull away, you rub one hand over his jeans, where you feel him fully hard. You unbutton his pants and start to pull them down when his head snaps over to the door.
"Fuck, Y/N, someone could walk by."
You push yourself up and walk over to close the door. It shuts and you keep a hold of the handle as you turn your body halfway and face him.
"Locked? Or unlocked?" You ask.
"Oh my god!" He exclaims. "Wh-... umm… shit… locked, just lock it."
"Okay." You shrug as you lock it and walk back over to him. You sit back down on your legs, between his, and look up to him.
He shakes his head. "What's got you so… salacious?"
"I'm just trying to help you feel better." You lick your lips.
"Bloody hell." He exhales, lifting himself up enough to slide his jeans down his legs.
You reach over and slide his briefs down slightly, causing his hard cock to spring out.
You look up to him again, scooting closer to the couch, as you position your mouth right over his tip.
"Safe?..."
"Yes. Yes."
A string of saliva drops down onto him and you quickly blow on it before grabbing his base with one hand, then lowering your mouth down on his cock.
"Oh, fuck!" He exclaims, grabbing the back of the couch with both hands.
You slide your mouth back up all the way and come off to lick up his length. He lets out a large exhale and you take him back into your mouth.
You bob your head up and down, taking him in slightly further each time. Your free hand reaches up to grab his hip and you take him even deeper, causing him to moan out and grab your hair.
"Fuck." He mutters. "Fuck, this feels so good."
You hum against him and his hips buck up, his cock hitting the very back of your throat.
"Fuck!" He moans out. "Oh god. Love, can… can I t-take over for a bit? I can't… fuck… hold back much longer…"
"Mhmm." You hum against him.
"Safe?"
"Mhmm."
You hold in place and he grabs your hair tighter as he gently thrusts up into your throat.
"Oh my god." He breathes out, pumping up again a little faster this time. You surprise yourself by being able to hold back your gag reflex, and continue to rest your palms on his thighs to stabilize yourself.
"So… good… so good!" He mumbles. He hits deeper and you start to gag, tapping his thigh to let him know it's too much. He pulls you off.
"M'sorry, love."
You kiss his tip, which pulls out a hiss from his lips, and lower yourself back on.
"Still safe?" He asks.
"Mhmm."
"Just… just a few more…" he states, pumping into you gently again.
His hips buck up into your mouth once, and twice, and again, his legs tensing underneath your palms.
"Wait, wait, wait." He exhales.
He releases his hand on your head and lifts up your chin.
"I've gotta cum inside you." He pleads.
"Yeah." You nod, moving your head back down.
"No, no, no." He stops you by grabbing your forearms and tugging on them to bring you onto his lap.
"I can go longer, H. I'm fine." You assure him.
He grabs your hips and looks into your eyes. "M'sure you can. Maybe next time. But… I want to come inside your pussy. There's just something about that feeling, I can't get enough of it now."
You whimper at his words, quickly standing up to remove your jeans and panties. He bites his lower lip and pulls you back down to straddle his lap.
You grind on him as you press your lips against his, feeling his hands on your hips guiding your rhythm.
He chuckles against your kiss. "You are so fucking wet right now."
"I'm always wet for you." You whisper in his ear.
"Fuck." He guides your hips to grind harder on him, coating him in your wetness.
You raise yourself up and he grabs himself, teasing you a little with his tip before you slide down onto him.
You slowly bounce up and down, grabbing his face and pushing your tongue between his lips.
You wrap one arm behind his neck and grab the back of the couch with the other, nuzzling your face into his neck.
"Oh my god." You whisper. He moans against the shoulder of yours that his own face is pressed against.
Suddenly, there's three quick knocks at the door, and you sit up on him, but the passion and feeling is so overwhelming that you don't stop grinding on him.
"Leaving in ten!" Someone shouts.
"Okay!" Harry growls back, never once looking anywhere other than your eyes.
"Locked." He smirks, but you shrug your shoulders and his mouth drops open. His hands grab your ass cheeks and pull slightly to get even deeper into you.
"Fuck, Harry!" You moan out loudly. "Shit, sorry."
"I wanna hear you like that." He smirks.
It sends a shiver all the way down your spine and your hands find their way into the hair at the back of his head.
He matches your rhythm and quickly bucks up, causing your mouth to drop open this time, and a whine to leave your lips.
"Again." You exhale.
He bucks up again, moaning out, and your whine turns into your own moan.
"Please." You beg. He bucks up again.
"Fuck!" You start to lose your breath. "Oh god!"
"More?" He grunts and throws his head back.
"Please!" You beg.
He thrusts up continuously, hard and deep, causing moan after moan to leave both of your lips.
"Oh my god!... Fuck!" You belt out. "Fuck, Harry… I'm gonna…"
"Go on, baby!" He encourages, with a kiss against the sweet spot on your neck.
You're sent over the edge and moan out loudly as your body completely tenses up and then completely releases. Your head drops down to his shoulder and you kiss his neck to help him reach his own peak.
His thrusts get sloppy, so you nip at his earlobe and feel his thighs tense up.
"Oh… god… Y/N!" He grunts, and you nibble his earlobe again.
"Cum inside me, H." You whisper.
"Fuck!... Oh… Yeah… Fuck!" He belts out, his thrusts slowly down as he spills into you, both riding out your orgasms.
He continues to pump until you both catch your breath, and you sit up straighter on him.
You grin and he bites his lower lip.
"You…" he chuckles. "You are something else, Sunshine."
You kiss his lips and quickly roll off him. He stands up, quickly grabbing a towel he has with his stuff. He cleans himself off, then kneels down to clean you off too.
"I'm not complaining… you just… weren't like this before…" he states.
You clear your throat a little. "Now I have the chance to be. Unless you didn't like-"
"F'course I liked it!"
A knock on the door causes you both to turn your heads in that direction. "Time to go!"
"So this'll happen again?" He smirks, as he grabs his bag and points to his dressing room couch.
"Maybe." You point too. "Maybe in the backseat of the car… mile high club, up in first class…"
Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
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CHAPTER 36
YOU AND ME GOT A WHOLE LOT OF HISTORY
A/N: It's the end of the 'On The Road Again' tour. How crazy is that? And it's the second to last chapter. She's a longer one. I had so much I wanted to write and now I'm feeling lots of things.
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>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: explicit language, oral (female receiving), end of tour emotions
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Oct 30th, 2015 - Concert Day
The usual alarm does not wake you up this morning. Instead, it is the warmth and pressure of Harry's body on top of you, and the sudden abundance of kisses planted all over your face.
"Why?" You ask, sleepily.
"Well, good morning to you too."
"Good morning. And, why?" You chuckle, finally opening your eyes to see a wide grin on his face.
"We need to get to the venue."
You look over at your phone and notice that it's 8am, not even close to the time for you, or the guys, to be heading over there.
"We really don't." You reply.
"Yes. We do." He sits up and pulls you up by your hand, causing you to growl. "It's worth it, I promise."
You growl for the second time, but follow him out of the bed to get ready.
You throw on some sneakers, leggings, and a t-shirt, not wanting to ruin the outfit you have planned for tonight.
"Ready, Sunshine?"
"Yes. Do I get coffee?" You grumble.
"I thought you were a morning person. I remember showing up early to a venue just so I could talk to you." He smirks, with a subtle blush forming.
"That's 'stalker vibes' Harry." You chuckle, sticking your tongue out between your teeth.
"No it's not!" He replies, stepping over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "I just wanted to be around you."
"Exactly!" You laugh.
"Either way, it worked."
"Yes, it did." You can't help but bite your lip, leaning into his lips for a kiss. "Now let's go, because apparently it's super important that we get there early…"
"It is! Promise!"
~~~~~
As you arrive at the venue, you can tell that the atmosphere feels different. It's the second to last show, so it's definitely bittersweet.
With coffee in hand, Harry leads you to the main dressing room.
"So… you brought me here early to work?" You ask, a small glare forming on your face.
"It's better if you get your stuff done beforehand." He smiles.
Your glare grows a little deeper.
"Trust me." He smiles wider. "It'll be worth it."
You walk to the racks, sighing as you pull a black t-shirt, black pants, and tan shoes for Niall.
You only find plain options for Harry too, having to pull a white t-shirt, black pants, and black boots.
"Done?" He asks, excitedly, bouncing up and down while he waits.
You let out a sigh. "Yes, you bunch of boring boys."
He chuckles, and grabs your hand, leading you down the hallway to his personal dressing room, stopping at the closed door. He grabs both your hands as he looks into your eyes.
"Okay, please tell me you did not bring me here early just to have sex in your dressing room…"
"No!" He exclaims. "Although, I wouldn't mind it later…"
You roll your eyes.
"No. This is something just for you." He gives you a quick kiss on the lips and opens the door, motioning you inside.
"No way! What-... How-... What?" You shout, seeing Dave and your mom sitting on the couch.
They stand up as you rush over to them, embracing them both in a big hug.
"I can't believe you're here!"
"Well, I am a huge One Direction fan…" states Dave, with a smile. "But it is all thanks to Harry."
You spin around to see that beautiful, curly-haired guy just standing there with his hands in his pockets, and a big smile on his face.
He shrugs. "Mum said they had to see at least one show, right?"
"Oh my god." You utter, walking over to him and grabbing his face. "Thank you. I love you. Thank you."
"I love you too."
You give him a quick kiss and then sit down with your parents, Harry following behind and sitting right beside you.
"So, do you…" you look at the time on your phone. "We might have time to do a tiny amount of sight-seeing… do you want to go see anything?"
"Actually…" your mom smiles as she looks over at Harry. "Anne took us to a few places yesterday."
"Anne?" Your head snaps over to Harry too. "Your mom took my parents sight-seeing? Yesterday? Wait… your mom met my parents?"
The other three laugh.
"It was her idea to do all this." Harry replies.
"And we wanted to get the full pre-show experience with you today, sweetie. So we got the tourist stuff out of the way."
"Plus, we can see more later. This is sort of a late honeymoon so we're staying in England for another week." Dave winks.
"Okay. You don't need to say anymore." You throw your hands up. "I'm just happy you're here!"
"So." Harry claps his hands together. "How about we show you around?"
~~~~~
After taking Dave and your mom around backstage, introducing them to everyone you come across, they decide to go back to their hotel for a rest. So you and Harry grab a bite to eat and go back to his dressing room.
"I snuck some cookies from the dessert table, want one?" Harry smiles.
"Did you really need to ask?" You giggle, grabbing one immediately from his hand and taking a big bite. "Do you remember when you invited me to your hotel suite, just to ask me how I liked the show? Umm, in… where was that…?"
"Atlanta." He answers, quickly.
Your head shoots over to him, seeing his blushed smile, and letting out a little giggle. He shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair.
"What?" You take another bite.
"I was so fucking into you."
"Was?" You smirk.
"Y'know what I mean." He chuckles. "I was trying to play it so cool. I didn't know if you felt the same."
"I did." You bite your lower lip. "I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I did. And, hello… we had sex four days later…"
"The cookies sealed it, didn't they?"
"Yeah, it definitely wasn't the hot, sex-symbol of a rockstar that was flirting with me…" you joke, dramatically rolling your eyes.
He sighs and drops his head. "I hate that."
"Oh god, I'm sorry, hate what?" You put down the rest of your cookie and wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his cheek.
"That people make me out to be some sex-crazed popstar that just goes around hooking up with a different woman in every city we visit."
"Part of it is true…" you reply.
"What?"
You pull back and swing your leg over his lap, wrapping your arms back around his neck. "You have sex in every city you visit…"
He lets out a big laugh, and grabs your hips. "But with one woman."
"Thank god." You place your lips gently on his for a kiss.
"Only one woman." He leans closer for another kiss. "Only you. Only ever you. I… I hope for-"
Suddenly someone clears their throat, and both your heads shoot over to the doorway.
"Well hello little brother."
"Oh my god!" You yelp out, quickly removing yourself from Harry's lap as you stare at Gemma, with her arms crossed and a mischievous smile on her face.
"Fuck, Gemma! You couldn't knock?" He growls. "Or tell me you were coming tonight?"
"Well, I came to meet Y/N! Mum is raving about her! I'm guessing she didn't see what I just saw…" she points her finger between the two of you.
"I… shit… I'm so sorry…" You drop your face in your hands. "I'm so embarrassed."
"Oh, don't even worry about it." She waves it off and walks closer to the couch. "At least I know you aren't a prude!"
You stand up, holding your cheeks to cover your blush of embarrassment, and she reaches out for a hug.
"Seriously, don't worry 'bout it." She pulls back. "I will make fun of him for it, for a long time, but not you."
"Yeah, cheers." Harry exclaims, standing up and reaching for his own hug. "Nice to see you too…"
"I'm guessing, and really hoping, that this actually is Y/N."
"Wait, who is Y/N?" You ask, jokingly dropping your jaw open with a smile.
"Oh my god." He pinches the bridge of his nose, and lets out a subtle chuckle. "You little-... We were just talking about me having only one woman."
"It didn't look like there was much talking going on…" Gemma chuckles.
"Oh my god, Gem, stop." He turns to you and throws his hands up. "Okay. I can't stay here. I've got a sound check to get to."
"Interesting how that always happens when I'm meeting family members." You smirk.
"For fucks sake." He smirks back, giving you a quick kiss and then walking to the door. He stops in the doorway, turns back around, and points in the direction of you and Gemma. "Behave."
"Who are you talking to?" Gemma asks.
Harry's gaze flickers back and forth between the two of you. "Both of you."
"Yeah, yeah." She replies.
"I love you." He states.
"Now who are you talking to?" You ask.
"Umm… well, you… both of-... oh just forget it." He walks out, causing you and Gemma to break out in a full laugh.
"That was too fun… hi, Y/N, I'm Gemma." She says, as she turns back towards you. You giggle and motion for her to sit down on the couch next to you.
"It really is so good to finally meet you." You exclaim, offering her a cookie. "And I'm really sorry for… what you walked in on…"
"Oh, please, it's really not a big deal. I grew up having to see him prance around the house naked, and tried to convince my mum I was a nine year old drug dealer, so not much phases me at this point." She shrugs.
"Okay. I have some time before I need to go… my mom showed him all my embarrassing childhood photos, so if you have any good stories, I'd love to hear them!"
She grabs another cookie to hold in her hand as she settles into the couch, turning her body towards yours.
"Alright. But we might miss the show then." She grins.
"Eh." You shrug. I've seen them before."
~~~~~
It's not as if it wasn't fun watching the show with Anne the last time, or that you're not excited to have your parents here, watching from a private suite, but you are so happy to have Gemma next to you. You've already had such a good time with her.
You have both ordered drinks from the VIP hostess, and are already standing, ready to dance. You can tell it's going to be a good time.
"Does it ever get boring for you to watch the shows?" She asks.
You instantly shake your head. "Not even close."
"Yeah. Same for me actually. And I really thought it would." You both laugh. "I still like watching my favorite guy having fun up there."
"Niall?" You reply.
"Exactly!" She states, bumping your shoulder with hers. "We're gonna get along just fine."
"Yeah, Harry was worried we would, and that we would cause some trouble for him." You laugh, rolling your eyes.
"That little shit." She frowns.
"He wasn't wrong though…" You laugh, referring to the moment you met her.
"That's true. Well then… wanna play a prank on him?"
You start to grin widely. "Absolutely!"
"Okay, I officially love you!" She laughs, and you feel a rush of relief flow over you.
Your drinks come just as the intro starts to play, and you both scream out with the crowd. The two of you bounce around to 'Clouds' and 'Steal My Girl', belting out the lyrics together.
Before the next song starts, Harry starts to address the crowd.
"We're gonna try and have a lot of fun tonight. Our job is to entertain you as much as we can, we're gonna try our very best. Your job is to have as much fun as you possibly can. So please, dance, sing, do whatever makes you happy. This is 'Fireproof'."
"He was looking over here." You state. "I have a feeling he's gonna be checking in on us all night."
"Okay, now we are definitely pranking him." She brings her finger up to her chin. "Maybe we should pretend that we don't like each other."
"Right now?" You pout.
"Absolutely not! We are gonna enjoy ourselves!" She replies. "But after the show…"
"I'm so glad we met." You laugh.
"Me too." She laughs back, linking arms with you, and leans in closer. "But I don't think Harry will be so happy 'bout it."
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<< HARRY'S POV >>
Once again, just as he did when you met his mum, Harry comes bounding off stage and heads straight to his dressing room to see how you and Gemma are getting on.
He opens the door, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees the unhappy expression spread across your face.
You quickly push up from the couch and walk over, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Hey. Umm… I'll just… see you back at the hotel." You whisper.
His heart drops. "Why?"
"I just… I'm so sorry, I'm just not having a good time. We're just… I'm really really sorry, Harry. Let's talk later." You whisper again, giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking out the door.
He is frozen in place, but his eyes glare at Gemma.
"What the fuck happened?" He scolds, feeling the most intense frustration build up inside.
She throws her hands up in defense. "Hey, it wasn't me."
"What. The. Fuck. Happened?" He growls, clenching his jaw.
"Harry… she just… she didn't want to talk… like, at all… she didn't want to have any fun with me… she just... wasn't nice..." Gemma replies.
"But…" He holds his arms across his body and frowns. "I thought I saw you two talking and dancing together."
"Umm… at first yeah, we were singing. We were just… trying to get along for you, Harry, but it just kept getting worse." She covers her face.
"Worse? Gem! For fucks sake!" He shouts. "How's it that everyone loves her 'cept you?"
"I-... I mean… I don't know! She didn't seem to like me either! Do… do you wanna go talk to her?" She asks.
He scoffs and glares at her again. "We are both going to talk to her!"
"Fine." She answers, and he turns around to walk out the door.
When he turns into the hallway, he stops again, seeing you leaning against the wall with a wide grin on your face.
"Bloody hell, you two." He mumbles.
"Shit, Y/N, he full on believed me!" Gemma chuckles. "I'm just that good!"
"I'm glad you did it. I would've cracked much faster than that!" You give her a high five.
"I'll teach you, darling, don't worry."
"I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it." He shakes his head.
"Aww, but you love us, H!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his waist, and Gemma does the same.
"Such a bad idea." He groans.
"Don't be such a little shit… H… At least we don't actually hate each other!" Gemma exclaims.
"M'not sure which one is worse now."
"Hey, Gem?" You both let go of Harry and you link arms with her. "I think you might be my favorite Styles sibling now."
"That is so kind. Would you like to marry me one day, instead of marrying my brother?"
"Gemma!" Harry shouts.
You clear your throat, and try to regulate your breathing that has apparently and suddenly picked up its pace.
"Sorry. Sorry." She looks at you. "I was just joking."
"It's okay. I accept your offer anyway!" You squeeze your linked arms together and stroll back into his dressing room.
"A bad, bad, bad idea."
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Anne joins you, your parents, Harry, and Gemma for dinner after the show.
"So, Dave, what did you think?" Anne asks.
"Well, being the number one fan…" he chuckles, "I was happy, it exceeded my expectations."
He claps in Harry's direction. "But in all seriousness, you are very talented, son, and I am impressed at how you all took ownership of the stage, and kept the crowd engaged the entire time."
Harry drops his head and smiles. "Thank you, Dave."
"But, Y/N, I'm sorry, sweetie, those outfits…?" He smiles.
"Don't get me started, Dave. I've tried. So hard. But it's the last show tomorrow so I give up." You smile, rolling your eyes.
"Do you know what you'll do during the hiatus?" Gemma asks.
"No." You sigh. "I think I've put off even thinking about it. But I did have a job in L.A. earlier this year, with a small designer, and she said I was welcome back anytime."
"That sounds wonderful!" Anne exclaims.
You nod, then shrug. "But, we'll just have to wait and see."
Harry reaches his hand under the table, grabbing your hand and interlocking his fingers with yours.
"You'll be fine, Sunshine. I just know it." He winks.
You give him a closed lip smile and return to eating your food.
As the night goes on, conversations between your two families flow effortlessly. Your infamous tap dancing story resurfaces, extracting a glare to both Harry and your mom. Anne levels the playing field by explaining how Gemma had once told Harry that WWF wrestling was all faked, which turned him into telling his mom that Gemma was a drug dealer. The night is filled with funny stories, conversations between all the parents about boring adult things, and lots of laughs between you and Gemma.
Meanwhile, Harry has been listening intently, adding to the conversations when he could and should, and joking around with you and his sister. But the entire time, he has kept his hand holding onto yours, fingers interlaced, or rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He has stolen glances at you, and kissed your forehead a couple of times, but always kept his hand with yours.
Once dinner winds down, you all say your good nights and head back to your hotel rooms, Harry continuing to hold your hand as he opens the door to your suite.
"Are you going to let go now?" You giggle, holding up your hands.
"Probably not." He smirks.
"It's going to make getting ready for bed a bit difficult. Interesting, but difficult."
He pulls you close to him, finally releasing your hand, and brings both of his up to your face. He licks his lips, then places them firmly on yours.
You grab his hips and pull him even closer, pulling back your head to catch a breath, and he rests his forehead against yours.
"Tonight was perfect." He utters.
"It really was."
"When… when we first met… I just wanted to be in your life somehow. Even when we weren't together anymore, I still felt like I needed you around." He sighs. "I've never had all this. And I… didn't want to let go of the moment."
"Harry…" Your hands move to the back of his head, and you pull him in for another kiss, as a twinkle of some tears begin to form. "I didn't want to either. Tonight really was perfect."
"Let's get to bed." You add.
He takes a shower and you get your nightly routine done quickly, curling into him under the covers when you both get in the bed.
With the warmth from his bare chest, and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat, you quickly start to doze off to sleep.
"I love you, Sunshine." Harry mumbles.
"I love you too, Rockstar." You mumble back, curling deeper into his body.
You are comforted by his warmth, and touch, and the subtle puffs of air you hear as you feel his chest rise and fall. You feel yourself start to drift off again when you feel him stir once more.
"Y/N?" He whispers.
"Mhmm?" You reply, snuggling him even more and trying your very best to stay awake a few seconds longer to hear what he wants to say, but your mind is quickly shutting down.
"You mean everything to me."
~~~~~
Oct 31st, 2015 - Concert Day
You lay on your side, cuddling up into Harry's body, tracing his butterfly tattoo with your finger.
"G'morning." He smirks.
"What do you think about me getting a little tattoo?" You ask timidly.
"Do you want one?"
"Yes."
"Then get it. It's your body." He replies, letting out a big exhale as he begins to wake up more, still keeping his eyes closed. "What do you want to get?"
You stay silent for a moment, too shy to give him your answer.
He opens his eyes and scoots his body away slightly so he can turn towards you.
"Why're you being quiet?" He asks, running his fingers along your figure.
"I want to get…" You clear your throat. "A few little butterflies…"
You look up to see a wide grin on his face. "Yeah?"
You nod.
"Why's that?"
You bite your lower lip and drop your gaze, but he uses his finger to lift up your chin.
"Umm… well, they symbolize transformation… and I feel like I've grown a lot this past year or so. Right?"
He nods. "Yeah."
"So yeah." You reply, pulling your lips inward before your smirk gives you away. But Harry knows you too well.
"Why else?" His palm now runs up and down your waist, holding tightly as it moves up from your hip, and all the way under your Rolling Stones shirt to your ribcage.
"Umm… because… I always feel butterflies around you." You immediately nuzzle your face into his side, hoping to hide the intense red hue that you know is forming on your cheeks.
"And I'm the sappy one?" He chuckles.
"I don't need to get it. It's a dumb idea. And it's weird. We've only been together for four months anyway."
"No." He lifts your chin up again and frowns. "A year."
"Are you that bad at math? It started over summer."
"No. It started after tour last year. I distinctly remember you seducing me at the after-party. That was the beginning." He smirks.
"First off, that's bullshit. You seduced me-"
"How 'bout mutually seduced each other?" He interrupts.
"Fine." You roll your eyes. "And secondly, we… broke up… before this tour. It was summer when we got back together."
His gaze drops for a moment and then looks back up to you.
"I don't really count that." He mutters.
"What? Why?"
He pulls his lips inward now, and lets out a strong exhale. "Umm, 'cause I still loved you the whole time."
As if you needed more proof as to why you want the tattoo, it's happening right now, the butterflies awaken and your heart starts to race.
"You are the sap." You whisper, despite the few tears threatening to expose you.
"So..." He pushes himself up and grabs your waist, rolling you onto your back so that he can hover over you. "Where do you want it?"
You bite your lower lip, lifting your shirt, and point to the spot on your rib cage under your left breast.
[Between your heart, and your stomach, where you always feel the flutters… but you're not about to give him the satisfaction of hearing that cheesy reason for the placement]
"Here?" He points with his finger, placing a gentle kiss on the spot you mentioned.
"Yeah." You smile.
He swings his leg over and maneuvers it in between yours.
"Not right here?" He asks, kissing your belly button.
You shake your head as you let out a breath.
"Or right here?" His lips move and press on your hip.
"Or… here?" You let out a breathy moan, and close your eyes, as he places a kiss on your inner thigh. You start to buck your hips at the desire for him to touch you there more, and you hear him chuckle.
"But not here." He states sternly, placing a kiss right on your clit.
"Harry…" you whisper.
"Mhmm?"
"Please."
"Oh, do you want the tattoo there?" You can actually hear him smirking.
"No." You whine. "You. I want you there."
"Okay." He quickly responds, using his tongue to travel up your entrance, more than once. His mouth moves to suck on your clit and your hands instinctively grab his long locks.
"Oh my god, H." You whisper.
"You always taste so good, babe." He hums against your skin, as he runs his fingers along you, feeling how wet you are for him. "I'll never get enough of it."
"Harry, please." You beg, and he slips his fingers inside, causing you to buck your hips up again slightly at the touch. "Yes."
He moves his body up and presses his lips against yours, continuing to pump his fingers into you, and causing you to moan against the kiss.
His tongue parts your lips and pushes in, and you match its rhythm with your own. You pull away and tilt your head back, letting out a deep breath as his lips move to your neck.
He slowly works his way down to the spot where you said you wanted the tattoo. He starts to kiss the area, nipping and sucking in between the sweet gestures.
"Oh my god." You moan. "Fuck, Harry."
He pulls his fingers back and teases adding another one by your entrance.
"Safe?"
"Y-yes."
He slowly glides them in together and draws a loud moan from your throat.
"Holy shit, H!"
"Good?"
"So… so good!"
"Want you to feel good."
"I do... with you… always…"
"Fuck I love hearing that."
He begins to pump his fingers faster, curling them up to please that spot that curls your toes. He slides his body back down, circling his tongue around your clit once he's back between your legs.
"Oh my god! Harry!"
He pulls back quickly.
"And I love hearing you moan my name."
He returns his tongue to suck, then circle, then suck again on your clit, keeping his fingers at a tantilizating pace.
"Har-... Fuck… Harry…"
His other hand grabs your outer thigh and squeezes, causing a cold shiver over your skin.
"I'm… I'm gonna… H… I'm gonna cum."
"Mhmm." He moans against you, and the pressure building in your stomach reaches its peak.
"Oh fuck! Oh god! Oh my god!"
Every muscle tenses and your tug Harry's hair, moaning loudly as the pleasure flows all over you. He slows down, but leaves his fingers to slowly move in and out as you come down from your orgasm.
You start catching your breath, and he takes his fingers out, crawling up your body. His breathing is labored as he kisses your neck.
"H, don't you wanna-"
"M'so sorry, babe. I… I kind of came… when I was down there…" he admits. "I was so turned on hearing you enjoy it so much."
"Harry." You push his body off you slightly and stare into his beautiful, pleasure-filled eyes. "You don't have to be sorry. It's… oddly kinda hot!"
He laughs. "Well, I'm glad you think so. But I don't want it to be a regular thing. I like cumming inside you way more."
He kisses your lips, passionately, then rolls off your body and onto his side.
"I think you should get the tattoo, if you really want it." He states running his finger under your left breast.
"It's not too weird?"
"It's just butterflies, Sunshine. And I liked the noises you made when I kissed this spot." He smirks.
"Yeah, but, you also have one. Does that feel too much like a 'couple' thing to do? What… what if… we br-"
"I don't plan on that happening, ever again." He states sternly. "Do you?"
You shake your head, and now the reason for the tattoo, the butterflies, flutter around again intensely.
"See? I've changed too." He grins, placing a single, sweet kiss on your cheek.
"Speaking of changing…" you start to push yourself up. "We should probably start heading over to the venue."
~~~~~
Once again, the atmosphere is bittersweet, but you can feel the energy from everyone to make this the best show ever.
You walk into the main dressing room for the last time, and are immediately met with Amelia's tear soaked face.
"Shit. No. Don't do that." You state.
"Oh shut up! I'm allowed to be emotional!" She exclaims, wiping the cheeks with the back of her hands.
"Wait…" you grab her wrists. "Is that a ring? Amelia! Is that a ring?"
She turns her palm down and shows off a brand new sparkling ring on her left hand.
"Oh! Right! This!" She giggles through her tears. "That beautiful bitch beat me to it and popped the question last night."
You let out a squeal and she quickly joins in.
"What's going on?" Natalie asks as she walks through the door.
Amelia simply flashes her new jewelry and Natalie runs over to get a closer look, joining in the squeal with the both of you.
"God it's been a wild year, huh?" She asks.
You and Natalie both nod.
"I'm engaged, Y/N is with Harry… Natalie is with Levi! No one saw that coming!"
"I'm gonna let that half insult slide." She chuckles.
"I just…" Amelia grabs one arm of each of you. "I've never been so emotional at the end of a tour. But I've never had some amazing girls to work with either!"
She removes her hands and puts an arm around each of you. "I love you both." Her tears start trickling back out.
"We love you too." Natalie chokes out, and you open your mouth but no words come out, so you just nod.
She pulls away and looks at the both of you. "We don't know what's going to happen, but I'm always here for you two. Okay?"
You both nod.
"Unless I'm on my honeymoon, then I'll be unreachable, busy with oth-"
"Okay!" Natalie blurts out, and the three of you laugh.
"Oi! The crying's over, yeah?" You hear from the doorway.
Amelia rolls her eyes. "Yes…"
"Okay, 'cause we, like, wanna have a lil 'last day of tour' hangout with you ladies."
You look at Amelia who shrugs her shoulders.
"Hey, it's the last day, everything is picked out or packed up… you're officially off duty!" She smiles, and you can tell she is holding back more tears.
"You know we've still got press and shit to do til the end of the year…" Louis states.
Amelia wipes her tears away again. "I know, you little shit. Just go… go take my girls away!"
"You just said-... oh for fucks sake… do you wanna come?" He asks you and Natalie.
"Yeah, I'll be right there." You state, nodding as Natalie follows him out.
"Hey, A…"
"Yep! Got them!" She grins, handing you a brand new shoebox.
"Oh my god! Thank you so so so much!" You beam, wrapping your free arm around her neck. "Thank you!"
"I'd do just about anything for you, girlie. And for him. Just keep it quiet, okay? Don't want the others to get jealous that they don't have someone as amazing as you!"
You shake your head and smile, walking away and heading towards Harry's dressing room, knocking on the door when you reach it.
"Umm… come in…"
You open the door and see Harry laying across the couch, his hands under his head and his feet up on the armrest on the opposite end.
He sits up and smiles as soon as he sees you.
"Why'd you knock?"
"I didn't wanna walk in on y-"
"Naked?" He laughs. "I would've preferred that."
You walk over and sit down next to him, holding the shoebox in both hands, and sitting it in your lap.
"What's that?"
"I know you had a pair before, and you lost them, so it's not really that special…" you hand him the box. "But I asked Amelia to help me find another pair for you."
He opens the box and pulls out a pair of gold Saint Laurent Chelsea boots. His eyes go wide as he pulls them out.
"Thank you, Sunshine!" He looks them over. "Wait… did you buy these or did she?"
"Umm…"
"Y/N! You didn't have to do that!" He smiles. "Wow. Thank you. I missed my other ones."
"But, these ones are… sort of… a custom pair…" You open the mouth of the boot a little to show some stitching inside. "It says Rockstar. It's super cheesy, but so are you, so I figured it would fit."
His mouth drops open and he grabs your face for a kiss.
"You are too good to me. Fuck." He grins, looking over the shoes again. "I love them."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He smiles. "And I love you too."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"I love you too." You grab his face in between your hands and place a gentle kiss on his lips.
He puts the shoes back in the box and places them on the table, then he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap.
"How'd I get so lucky?"
"Well, Amelia found them. I think she had Caroline help, but I don't know."
"That's not what I meant and you know it." He gives you a playful frown.
"I know." You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He lets out a strong exhale as his gorgeous green eyes stare into yours, and gives you a sweet smile. He moves his hands up your back and you lean in for a deep kiss, running your fingers through his hair.
"Shit." Niall suddenly says. You lean your forehead against Harry's and chuckle.
"Bloody hell, Niall, you have the worst timing." Harry scowls.
"M'sorry! Ah!" He replies, flustered. "Boys were asking where Y/N was. We're all waiting."
"What 'bout me?"
"Yeah, well, figured if Y/N was coming then you would be too…" He replies, and turns around to head down the hallway.
Harry pouts as you get off his lap.
"Come on, Rockstar." You giggle, grabbing his wrist and pulling him off the couch. "Let's go hang out with our friends."
~~~~~
The common room has basically been turned into what the hotel suites look like when you all go hang out in one of them.
There's a table full of snacks, a TV with gaming console, a bunch of couches, and they somehow managed to get the ping pong table in.
Niall immediately runs up to you and grabs your hand, staring at Harry with a cheeky smile, causing him to set you free from his hold.
"Yeah, Haz, she's my friend too, ya know. Technically, I knew her first!" Niall chuckles, leading you to the ping pong table. "C'mon, Superstar, wanna play a game with me?"
You can't ignore the huge grin on his face, and it tugs at your heart. "If you wanna go down, bud!"
Harry appears standing on the side of the table, in between the both of you.
"Now, Sunshine, this isn't like Tequila Pong, okay? This is regular ping pong." He laughs.
"Oh my god! Forgot all 'bout that!" Niall joins him in laughter.
"Nat, I'm retiring from being the champ!" You shout out.
"Yeah right!" She shouts back.
"No, Sunshine, that was one of the best nights of my life!" Harry exclaims. "In fact…"
He pulls out his phone and searches through it, while you begin to hit the ping pong ball back and forth with Niall.
The ball whizzes past you as you drop your palms against the table and bend over laughing, hearing the song that Harry is playing over the speakers.
(Don't Stop Believing)
Just a small town girl
Living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train
Going anywhere
"Oh my god, I'm never living that down am I?"
"Does anyone have a whisk lying around? This singing legend needs her whisk microphone!" Niall shouts.
"I hate you two."
"No you don't." Niall quickly replies, before grabbing his chest and bringing his paddle up to his mouth.
Don't stop believing
Hold onto that feeling
Street lights, people, oh oh!
He flails his arms and throws his head back dramatically as he sings, walking past Levi and Natalie at the snack table, and in front of Louis and Liam's game.
"We were… Nialler… we're playing…" you shake your head as he continues to sing. "Never mind then. We've lost him."
You place your paddle back on the table and look up to see Harry at the other end, with another paddle in hand.
"Rematch? Sort of?" He smirks.
"Are you sure you can handle another loss, Rockstar?"
He scoffs. "Like I said, this isn't Tequila Pong, babe. And I'm the reigning champ of this game."
"Bring. It. On."
He serves first and scores the first point, but the game ends annoyingly fast, with Harry winning the match.
[He wasn't kidding, he is the reigning champ]
"Well played, Styles." You smile, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist.
He wraps his around yours, and stares at your lips. Surprisingly, but also not surprisingly, you get butterflies again.
[He still does that to you, probably always will]
"M'gonna grab some snacks, want some?"
You nod, and make your way to the couch, where you find Niall searching for a movie.
"What are we watching?" You ask, taking a seat next to him and he rests his elbow on the armrest.
"M'tryna find 'Grease' on this damn thing." He growls.
"Yes! Perfect." You exclaim.
Harry brings over some popcorn for all of you, and hands a bowl to Niall. He takes a seat on the floor in front of you, between your legs, and wraps one arm under and around your thigh.
As the movie plays, you share some popcorn with Niall, being reminded of the time in South Africa. Even though it wasn't the best time there, you enjoyed those little moments with your friends. You clear your throat as you start to tear up, trying to keep it together for the sake of the hangout, and everyone else. Niall looks and props his arm up on the couch behind your shoulders, scooting you in a little closer.
"What's wrong?" He asks, causing Harry to turn his head around to you.
"I'm just going to miss this." You shrug.
Niall puts down the popcorn and wraps his other arm around you.
"S'gonna be fine, Superstar. We're not dying. The band's just taking a break. We'll see each other." He squeezes you tighter.
"The way Niall always shows up, we'll see him even if he isn't invited." Harry chuckles, slapping Niall on the leg.
"Hey. You're together 'cause of me. Be grateful!" He jokes.
"Wait, what?" You ask, your head turning to look between the two of them.
"Oh." His eyes shoot to Harry's, who responds with a glare. "I mean… no, it would've happened anyway."
"But…?"
"Well, that first day, after we ran into each other-"
"Literally."
"Yeah." He laughs. "I, like, went back to the boys and told 'em 'bout ya."
"Okay…"
"But, like, I told Harry how you joked with me, and how chill you seemed, 'cause you didn't freak out like most girls do. It was nice. I knew he'd definitely get along with ya. I told him so." He shrugs, and Harry subtly pokes his leg.
"What else did you tell me?" Harry teases.
"Ooh, yes. What?" You ask, extremely intrigued.
"I hate you, Harry… I told him how… beautiful you are." His head drops and blushes.
You break out into a huge laugh and wrap your arms around him for a hug. "Aww!"
"I knew instantly we would be friends, but Harry hadn't even met you and he was in love."
"Oh for fucks sake, Nialler!" Harry exclaims, turning back around to the movie.
"Sorry, sorry, he wasn't. Yet." Niall replies, then looks at you and nods, mouthing "he was", and causing you to giggle.
"We all loved you from the start, Superstar." He adds. "Well, we still do. That's how I know this isn't the end… not for our friendship…"
"I love you too." You wink, and you both turn back to the movie.
You feel Harry's arm wrap under and around your leg again, gently rubbing up and down the side.
You feel such warmth and comfort, with your boyfriend by your feet and one of your best friends by your side.
[He's right, those things won't change]
With the sound of the movie being the final comfort you need, you can feel your eyes getting a little heavy, and let out a big yawn as you feel yourself slowly drifting away.
~~~~~
<< HARRY'S POV >>
As the movie ends, Harry feels a foot tapping on his arm, and turns around to see Niall motion over to you. Your eyes are closed, your mouth slightly open, and slumped onto Niall's shoulder.
He nods at Niall, who pushes himself up gently, sliding out from under you, as Harry slides in. You nuzzle in and he kisses your forehead, causing you to hum and his heart to flutter.
"Y/N." He whispers.
You hum and nuzzle in more.
"Sunshine… you gotta wake up, babe."
You wrap your arm around his waist and he pulls you in closer, kissing your forehead again, and gently rubbing your arm.
[He can't believe how much he loves you. Niall wasn't totally wrong, it started a long time ago]
"Harry…" you whisper.
"Yeah?"
"I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way."
"Oh my god. You just used song lyrics. I broke you down." He chuckles. "We've gotta get ready. I've gotta go to our last sound check, and you said you wanted to change."
You pout and open your eyes, tipping up your head and cupping his cheek. You push yourself up and place a tender kiss on his lips.
"Alright." You smile.
"You're gonna be in the vip pit area, yeah?"
You nod.
"Good."
He sees you get a mischievous smile, and Harry furrows his brow in confusion.
"Uh oh. What?"
"Game time."
"Find you?"
You nod. "Find me during 'Stockholm Syndrome'."
"Done."
"Wanna bet?"
He wraps one arm across his body, and brings his index and thumb of the other up to his lip, tugging on it as he furrows his brow. His eyes get wide and his mouth pulls out into a wide grin.
"Winner picks where to go on holiday." He states.
"Holiday? We're going on a vacation?"
[He's wanted to do this for so long, just have some carefree, relaxing time with you. And now he will get the chance]
"F'course we are! Gonna have all the time in the world, and I wanna take you somewhere."
"Alright. Deal." You bounce up and down in excitement.
"Game on."
[But he doesn't even care if he wins this game, or where you two go, he's just excited to live with you and do life with you]
~~~~~
After getting changed into denim shorts and a white beaded black blazer, with black faux leather leggings, you track down Louis.
"Tommo!" You shout down the hallway, seeing Louis heading to the area behind the stage.
"Yes, love?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Stand over by the VIP pit area during 'Stockholm Syndrome'?"
[They're all told to space out on the stage…]
"Alright… why?"
"I'm tryna win a bet." You giggle.
[So, if he stands there, Harry can't, and you know Louis is always up for some mischief]
"Sneaky little thing, aren't ya?" He grins, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Done. See ya out there."
~~~~~
Actually being in the pit, surrounded by the family and friends of all four guys, is definitely a different experience than just watching from the crew walkway.
You can truly feel the energy of the venue from the fans, and it's absolutely electric. Plus everyone in your section is just beside themselves. A few of them, such as Liam's dad and Ben Winston, introduce themselves to you and chat for a moment. You feel so honored to be included in all of this, with all of these important people in the boys' lives.
The first several songs play, from 'Clouds' to 'Story of My Life', and it feels like each one is flying by. Everyone is belting the lyrics out, bouncing up and down excitedly, and screaming every chance they get. Even though you know how much the fans love the guys, you know that your section is on another level. Especially Liam's dad. You can hear him on the other side of the group!
Thankfully, 'Stockholm Syndrome' starts to play and your mind is distracted from the emotions building up, as you get ready to play your little game with Harry.
He starts out at the front corner, and you feel safe where you are, for now.
[Come on Louis, pull through, you want to win]
Who's this shadow
holding me hostage
I've been here for days
Suddenly, there is Louis walking up, instantly seeing and standing in front of you.
[What a good friend]
A couple of times, you notice Harry prop his foot up on the step to the walkway and look over to your section, but with the lights so dim you know he can't see you.
"Oh my god, he's trying so hard!" Natalie exclaims.
You let out a big laugh and she instantly joins in. Even though he keeps his entertainer mode on, you know he's getting mildly frustrated, and it just makes you laugh even more.
Baby look what you've done
Harry dances to the drums after his part and jumps onto the ramp in the middle of the walkway.
The other guys start heading back to the main stage too and you figure you have won, but Harry suddenly skips back down to the part of the stage right in front of you, smiling directly at you as he continues to sing the chorus.
Baby look what you've done to me
Baby you've got me tied down
You scrunch up your nose and he smiles again, turning around and heading towards the walkway as the song finishes.
"Damn it." You mumble.
"You were so fucking close!" Natalie laughs.
"Guess we aren't going to Italy." You shrug. "But I don't really care."
The concert goes on, and everyone remains at their peak energetic levels- the guys, the fans, the people in your section.
Song after song, you dance, jump, and sing, and Harry comes over to you every chance he gets.
You are a little bummed that they were back on the main stage for 'Steal My Girl', but as soon as the first chords of 'Act My Age' start to play, they make their way back down towards you all.
You can't help but have a huge smile on your face, and dance around to match their energy. It's always been a fun song, but this time it's being taken to another level.
They get to the second chorus and Louis walks closer, grinning widely at your group and the fans behind you, causing everyone around you to point back as they sing.
I won't act my age
No I, won't act my age
No I'll still feel the same
and you will too
Hey!
Liam walks up next to Louis as he points to the people in your section. Liam starts to jump up and down, pumping his hands up to get everyone else to jump during the fun part of the song.
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
At the end of the bridge, Harry walks over in front of you, waving at a couple of fans in the crowd when the chorus starts again, then focusing his gaze right on you. He smiles as he holds his mic to the crowd.
No I'll still feel the same
about you
Niall walks over and now all the boys are there, spread out in front of the entire VIP section.
I won't act my age
No I, won't act my age
No I'll still feel the same
and you will too
Hey!
Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Suddenly, all four jump around, hands in the air, causing your entire section to jump along with them, and belt out that part until the song ends.
The lights come up and they hang around that side of the stage as Liam makes a joke about how his dad is jumping around in the pit.
"No, seriously, we love all of you…" he states, motioning along the barricade to the whole group.
Someone down the other end signals for them to play the end of the song again, which the band picks up on, and everyone starts jumping around once more.
It happens again. And again.
Harry walks towards the other side of the stage.
"The people over here are like 'not again… we can't join in'..." So he looks at the band and holds his finger up. "One more time for everyone else!"
And they play it again. Each time, everybody is jumping around, singing along, laughing and dancing with the four guys who mean so much to them. To you. And if that wasn't a perfect representation of who they are, and the time you've spent with them, you don't know what is.
The concert continues with 'What Makes You Beautiful', and the vigorous spirit hasn't died down.
But then it's time for 'Drag Me Down', the very last song of this show, and of the tour. You take a deep breath as you prepare for an emotional experience.
Niall starts to make a speech, and Harry bends down to talk to a security guard. The man comes up to you, and another security guard, letting you know that they'll take you and Natalie backstage as soon as the guys exit too.
He looks over to you and then gives the men a thumbs up, telling them thank you.
Natalie elbows your side and you look over to her, seeing her slightly misty eyes. "Are you listening to Niall?"
You shake your head.
"Good, you'd be fucking losing it." She smiles.
"When did I become the more emotional one?" You frown.
"When you met Harry." She laughs, wiping the couple of tears that escaped.
Then you turn back to the stage, as Niall continues.
"Touring is the best part of what we do. And I think that's why it's a little emotional for us tonight, because we have, as I said, we've played so many shows around the world, every corner of the globe we've been to and, uh, we're obviously gonna miss it. So that's why it's a little bit emotional for us tonight.
[Shit. You can feel them. The tears, damn it. You want to be able to actually see them perform the last song…]
"I would like to thank the boys, the three other boys. For… for having me…" he chuckles, the quietest laugh you've ever heard from him. "I've had a great time boys, I love you very much, uh, thank you."
[Yep, here they come. Can't stop them]
They all gather in the center of the stage for a group hug and that's when you lose it.
[This is it, it's really all coming to an end]
The song starts to play, and all throughout, the guys are blowing kisses or waving to the fans, as well as shaking hands and patting each other on the back.
You do your best to sing along through 'Drag Me Down', watching the boys give it their all. And suddenly, it's the last chorus.
Nobody can drag me down
Nobody nobody
Nobody can drag me down
Nobody nobody
Harry leans his mic stand and looks over to you as you try to wipe away the tears that keep streaming down your face.
Nobody can drag me
Doooooooooooown
Nobody can drag me
Doooooooooooown
Nobody can drag me down
"Thank you Sheffield!" Harry exclaims.
They give individual hugs, or at least you think that's what they're doing because you can't see through the water that is still consistently filling your eyes. They're silhouettes make their way to the main stage, bringing the band down, and taking two bows, with a lot of thanks given in between.
And that's it. That's the end of the 'On The Road Again' tour. That's the end of touring, period.
[At least for now]
~~~~~
You run backstage as soon as the security guards open up the barricade for you.
Harry, Niall, Liam, and Louis are standing around chatting with the boys in the band, and you walk up to stand next to Harry, still wiping tears from your eyes.
You look over to see Niall trying his best to hold it together. You would totally give him a big hug but you know he'll break, and then you will too, so you'll save it for another time.
Louis is cracking jokes, and Liam is chatting away with everyone, but Harry is quietly observing. You bump his hip with your own and he looks down at you, a smile quickly appearing on his face.
[It looks… grateful… like he's happy you got him out of his thoughts]
"Hello gorgeous." He wraps his arm around your shoulder and kisses your temple. "It was good, right? Like, umm, do you think the fans enjoyed it?"
You see his eyes drop, with a stern look on his face, and you can feel his thumb pushing his rings around his fingers, so you grab that hand.
"Harry, it was amazing. Honestly, I'm not just saying this, it was probably the best show you guys have ever done."
He lets out a deep exhale and gives you another smile.
"You ended it exactly how you wanted to. You gave them your all." You add.
"I love you. I'm so glad you're here with me."
"I wouldn't be anywhere else, Rockstar."
"Yeah, speaking of…" he smirks. "I won the game!"
You roll your eyes. "Yeah, at the very last minute."
"It's still a win!" His mouth drops open dramatically.
"So… where are we gonna go?" You ask, wrapping one arm around his waist.
"Oi! So did your plan work then?" Louis asks as he walks by. "Tried to block his way s'much as I could."
"Damn it, Tommo!" You shout, and he winces at the response.
"Shit, sorry, love." He pulls his lips in and walks away.
"You cheat!" Harry exclaims, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. "Doesn't matter, I won anyway."
"So where are we going?" You wrap your arms around his neck.
"Somewhere with a beach." He bites his lower lip. "Wanna see you in a swimming costume as much as possible."
You stick your tongue out between your teeth, then pull his head down for a kiss.
"I'd go anywhere with you, H."
"Yeah?" He grins.
"You could've picked L.A. and I would've agreed in a heartbeat."
"I'll take you all over the world if you want."
"That'll take a long time." You smile.
He takes in a deep breath and exhales with a smile, holding the back of your head and pulling you in for a much deeper kiss. You practically melt in his arms, like you have many times before, and you smile against his lips.
He pulls back and his gorgeous green eyes stare right into yours.
