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love on tour

Description - you join harry for love on tour

A/N - in light of tour starting today i got really excited and decided to write a oneshot about love on tour! hope you enjoy!!

warnings : swearing, smut

Saturday 5th, or as you like to call it; chaos.

The sun had woken you up in your Las Vegas hotel room at 7am, the windows already open and letting out the hot air from the intense night before. The yellow glow of the happy sun projected a smile onto your face and you hummed peacefully as you took in the view of the megacity you towered above.

The day was starting with peace, but God would it not end this way. Today was full steam ahead and no power down until midnight tonight, for today was day 1 of Love on Tour and it was going to be huge. People have been waiting for this tour for a year, having heard the album over two years ago now, and the anticipation for Harry to be back performing in his element was the talk of the year. You were so proud of everything he’s achieved, is currently achieving and will go on to achieve, but especially this. Harry on tour is his happy place, maybe besides you, and you were just so glad that he was back.

Harry Styles was back.

“Wow.” Harry’s voice broke through the room and you looked from the scenery outside to a much more beautiful, and slightly nude, view of your gorgeous boyfriend who was making his way out of the bathroom with nothing but a low-hanging towel on.

“What?” You laughed lightly, and pulled the duvet up higher over yourself as you cowered under his intense stare.

“You.” Harry smiled, leaning against the frame of the door as he soaked you all in. The morning sun made you look even more ethereal than you regularly did and Harry was going hard for it. “Y’just so beautiful.”

“Ugh.” You groaned at how he could be so charming and slick so early in a morning, making you fully pull the covers over your head and bury yourself out of sight from him. You couldn’t see him, but you felt him get closer. His warmth strengthening as he approached you. Then you felt the dip of the bed and the rustling of bed sheets, before he was on top of you and the duvet had been ripped away from you.

“Hi.” He smiled at you so brightly he neatly matched the beam of the sun.

“Hi.”

“Have a good sleep?” He asked, moving some of your hair off your face and away from your neck as you spoke.

“Yeah. You exhausted me pretty good.” You laughed, recalling back to last night. Harrys nerves had been really high and so you did your best to calm him down by submitting yourself to him and letting him be a little rough with you. You quite enjoyed yourself, what with him being rougher than usual, but this morning you were feeling the after effects.

“Hm I bet.” He laughed cockily, making you roll your eyes at him. “Wasn’t too hard was I?” He quickly followed himself up and furrowed his eyebrows worriedly as he awaited your response.

“No,” you leant up to give his lips a soft kiss, “no, you were perfect.” You lowered your body back down but Harry wasn’t having any of it.

“Come back.” He whined, cupping the back of your head to hold it up as he re-attached his lips back to yours.

You hummed in delight, relishing in the minty taste of his toothpaste breath. His lips were so soft and pretty against yours, moulding in ways that only he knew how to. The wet smacking noises of your lips tangling together filled the room and suddenly the open window didn’t feel like it was serving its’ purpose. He pushed you downwards, keeping his lips tightly pressed to yours. He begged for entrance and you let him slide his tongue in, tasting the sweet taste on your tongue from your cherry lipstick. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pressed himself into you, you being able to feel the hardness of his cock through both the towel and the duvet.

“H…” You sighed out, too captivated by him to word out anything else.

“Love you so much.” He broke away from your, now swollen and slightly bruised, lips to properly look over you and your beauty. You were such a work of art.

“I love you too.” You kissed him quickly again. Then again. And again. It took another few kisses like this before Harry took over control and guided the kiss to be something more intense and forceful. You moaned happily as you drank each other up in the sins of your love.

Harry sat up and pushed the duvet down, letting the sun kiss your bare body beneath it. “Fucking vision y’are.” Harry whispered under his breath, but you bit your lip to hide the fact that you heard him so clearly. He pulled his own towel away, his cock looking as if it wanted to burst from being strained. He looked at you exposed for him for a few seconds, before divulging himself in you.

He started with your neck, sucking kisses into your satin skin to make sure everyone knew you were his. He kissed over last nights bruises tenderly and checked with you to make sure they didn’t hurt too bad. He made his way down the valley of your chest, dedicating extra time to your swollen nipples that were so ready and sensitive for him. He left two wet kisses over your nipples, leaving them exposed to the cool air afterwards which made you shiver in pleasure. As his mouth began to tail south, you decided to stop him and pulled him back up to you.

“I was just getting to the best bit.” He teased you, kissing your lips so lovingly that you felt your heart would burst any moment.

“Wanna taste you instead.” You replied, giving him your shy eyes when you were a little embarrassed to ask for something during your intimate moments.

“Y’sure?” He asked, double checking by kissing your lips again.

“Mhm. Y’deserve it.”

“Thank you, m’love.” He kissed you once, twice and three times, “but i’m tasting this pussy afterwards.” He bit your lip, before you pushed him so he rolled over. He landed on his back and he took ahold of your hips so that you wouldn’t fall off him. You resumed tasting his lips as you rocked your wet centre of his thick cock, just teasing it before you could get your lips around it. “Bloody hell y’feel so good, lovie.” He moaned as you sat up straight and continued to give a few rocks of your hips.

“Y’cock feels so good.” You gave one final roll before shuffling down so you were straddling his legs and your head was in line with his hard shaft.

“Shut up and put that mouth t’work.” Harry ordered, sitting up slightly, propping the pillows up behind him, and placing one of his hands behind his head with his other hanging down over his chest. God, he looked the dream.

Taking his cock in your hand he let out a guttural hiss of enjoyment and you carefully started moving your hand up and down. You teased him slow, kissing the top of his leaking cock first with your swollen kissed lips and spitting slightly to lube him up slightly. He let out a large moan when you cupped his sensitive balls with your other hand, squeezing gently so to get a reaction out of him. “S’good?” You asked, stroking and squeezing him as teasingly as you could.

“So good,” Harry breathed out, making eye contact with you, “Need y’mouth though.”

So you gave him what he wanted, swallowing as much as you could. His girth was so wide that your mouth was barely big enough, but the feeling for him was second to none so you did the best you could. You used your tongue to rub along the pulsing veins on the side of his length, moving your head so he moved in and out of you mouth. Harry didn’t appreciate the teasingly slow pace, however, so used the free hand on his chest to cup behind your head and force you to take all of him. He pushed you so much that your nose was touching the bottom of his happy trail and you could feel him down the back of your throat. He tasted salty and warm - heaven. You tapped his thigh to let him know you couldn’t take anymore and he released his hand to let you back up.

“Y’so good for me.” Harry brushed your hair out of your face as he watched your mouth drip with saliva.

“I’m not done yet.” You smiled and bobbed your head back down, letting Harry’s hand guide you softly, yet rapidly, this time. You breathed him in and tasted the beginnings of the release that only you get to starve from.

“Fuck me.” Harry groaned and started bucking his lips lightly, making sure he didn’t hurt you in the process.

“Mm.” You smiled around his cock, hollowing your cheeks and Harry’s moaned when he felt the insides of your cheeks stroke his cock. It was fucking bliss.

“No seriously, fuck me.” Harry repeated, you obviously not quite understanding what he had meant before. You sat up, your lips making a popping noise as you moved off his cock. You had pre-cum mixed with saliva around your mouth and Harry swore he had never seen someone look so intoxicating. He was on his knees for you. “C’mere.” He asked, unwrapping his hand from the back of his head to steady you as you climbed up his body. You licked around your mouth, tasting him everywhere and swallowing until satisfied.

“Taste so good.” You hummed in appreciation, climbing up his body until your pussy met his still throbbing length. You sat down over it and you both sighed at the contact.

“Fuck.” Harry grunted sliding his hands down your thighs smoothly and gripping them slightly when you started to roll your hips over him. “Baby, need to be inside of y’now.”

“Okay.” You whispered and took his cock in your hand, lining it up with yourself and began to sink down on it when you were both ready. You went slow, but it didn’t feel any less uncomfortable as Harry’s girth and length stretched you out in unexplainable ways. “Shit.” You shouted as Harry finally settled in the deepest place he could.

“My God, lovie.” Harry groaned, tipping his head back.

Whilst Harry was in his daze you decided to start moving yourself up and then back down, pulling him back to focus on you. One of his large hands went to sit on your hip, guiding you through your movements, whilst the other went up to your mouth and he dropped his fingers in your mouth for you to wet. You sucked on his fingers as you bounced in a rhythmic pace, letting him stretch fully into you before pulling away. He then moved his fingers downwards and towards to your nipples, tugging and tweaking them until he could see he was tormenting you. You sighed and tilted your head back as you kept riding him exactly the way he wanted you to.

“Love you, Harry.” You groaned, loving the feeling of him inside of you whilst having your breasts groped and played with.

“Love you too, baby.”

You opened your eyes fast when your felt his cock change angles, watching as Harry sat up so his chest was flush against yours. He stilled as he looked into your eyes, so deep inside of you he could be in your stomach. Your breasts touched his sizeable pecks and your arms went up and around his neck to play with the little curls on the back of his neck, whilst his remained glued to your waist sides.

“What?” You asked shyly, as he remained looking at you.

“Y’just so pretty. Can’t believe y’mine.” He smiled, making you do so too.

“I’m all yours.”

“I know.” He kissed your lips softly, before hurriedly pushing you backwards so that he was now on top, and inside, of you, “And let me remind you of that.”

Before you could comprehend his words, he was rapidly thrusting inside of you. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours, along with both your animalistic moans, filled the room, completely juxtaposing the calming wake of the morning sun. You arched your back as he moved one hand to play with your breasts and the other went to rub your clit forcefully. You legs shook, but Harry did a good job of keeping you still and at mercy for him. He pistoned into you with no stopping, rocking the bed back into the wall as he did so.

“Harry…” You moaned out, just for him.

“Such a good girl f’me.” He praised you, keeping his pace and ruining your cunt with his cock and fingers. Your body was under his spell and he was completely in control of you. “Take me so well.”

“I’m gonna cum.” You whined, jostling around a bit more as your climax began to build skyscraper high.

“Yeah? Gonna cum f’me?”

“Yes. Please.” You begged, making Harry’s thrusts become harder and more primal. His fingers on your clit moved faster and he enjoyed the way your body was so receptive of his touch.

“Cum with me then, darling.” He ordered and as if you two were connected, you came at the same time. Your release coating his cock as he pumped ropes of white cum inside of you. You both groaned and were a mess of hot, sweaty, tangled bodies as you rehearsed around each other. It was the ultimate euphoria getting to cum at the same time as him. Harrys body collapsed onto yours, not making the effort to move off of you let alone out of you. You could feel his cum slightly trickling out of you, but his cock was acting as a plug for the rest of it. His head was buried into the side of your neck and you safely wrapped your arms around his back, as if you were hugging him, and stroked your fingers up and down his back as you tried to regain your breathe.

“You okay?” You asked, short of breathe but worried because Harry hadn’t said anything yet.

“Swear sex shouldn’t feel that good.” He whispered into your neck, his hot breathe tickling your skin as you spoke quietly. You laughed at his response, keeping quiet for the next five minutes as you remained in your exhausted positions.

A knock on the door ruined it.

“Harry?” You heard Jeff’s voice through the door. Harry didn’t respond though, still bathing in you and your homely scents. “Harry!” He shouted louder, yet still Harry didn’t respond.

“If we stay quiet he’ll just go away.” Harry mumbled into your ear, which made you giggle.

“What if it’s something important?” You asked.

“It’s always something important.”

“Harry?!” Jeff’s tone of voice grew more aggravated and you were worried he would just go get a spare key and open the door in a minute if no one responded. “Y/N?” He then called because he knew you wouldn’t ignore him.

“Don’t you—”

“Yeah!”

“Y’wanker.” Harry grumbled, pushing himself down onto you more so he could reach a new part of your neck and bite his love into you.

“Well, will you tell Harry the tour buses are leaving in 15?” Jeff shouted, making Harry groan and you laugh at how ignorant he was being. Arrogant son of a bitch.

“Sure!” You called back, squealing a little when Harry’s teeth bit your skin and then his warm tongue swirled over the same spot.

“Okay thanks!” Jeff was gone, but Harry wasn’t moving.

“Harry, get y’dick out of me and put on some pants.” You tried to push him away, but he protested by bear-hugging you so you couldn’t escape each other.

“Wow you’re so romantic, y’know that?” Harry popped his head up as he spoke sarcastically.

“Harry, babe, you need to go. Your fans are waiting for you.”

“Don’t talk about my fans when i’m buried stomach-deep inside of you.” He groaned, landing his hand on your chest between your breasts.

“The quicker you get a move on now, the sooner the post-concert sex will be.” You taunted him, which made his head shoot up, a quick kiss to your lips and pulled himself out of you before you could even groan out his name.

Clearly this man was in need of some well-deprived post-concert sex.

••••

You watched as Harry was stood on stage, posing the infamous Fine Line pose as the trumpets for the end of the song faded.

Harry was currently just running through the songs and making sure he knew where to position himself a when. His choreographer was on the stage with him, pointing to perhaps a better position for him to end at so the fans got a better view of him. You were sat down in the audience, watching because Harry wanted you to critique every movement. He wanted it to be perfect and he knew your standards of performance would allow it to be just that. If not, better.

“So?” Harry called to you, as the lights in the arena returned to full brightness, after being a mirage of pinks and blues for the end of the show. You couldn’t get anything out though, instead just a heavy sob and a smile so wide that you probably looked crazy. “Woah, woah. Hey?” Harry ran off stage, jumping off the last bit quite dangerously just so he could rush to you. When he was down beside you, you shook your head feeling like an idiot. “Was is that bad?” Harry joked, knowing that it wasn’t.

“No, no. Not at all. It was inspiring.” You laughed, still crying as Harry crouched down in front of you and held your hands tightly inside of his.

“Then why’re you crying, lovie?” He chuckled, reaching one of his hands up to cup your cheek which you melted into. His skin on yours always calmed you in unexplainable ways.

“Just so proud of you. And really happy for y’too.”

“Oh c’mere, y’softie.” Harry laughed and pulled you off the chair to stand with him so he could give you a hug. He squeezed you so tight and rocked you the way he knew would calm you down.

“Really, H. I’m glad you’re back.” You nodded against his chest where your head was buried, sniffing in the warm and musky scents of your golden boy.

“Glad to be back.” He kissed the top of your head as he continued to sway you.

“Oi! Styles! Need to check the mic!” Someone called from on the stage, making you both look up and over to them.

“Alright, i’ll be over now!” Harry called back, still cling to you. He cupped your cheeks to see you better, wiping some stray tears away from your face. “Will y’be alright?” He looked concerned, you knowing just how much he hated leaving you alone whenever you were of have been crying.

“I’ll be fine! I’m just being daft!” You laughed it off, but you, and he did too, that as soon as he got back up on the stage to do his mic checks and sing again you were going to be crying. God help you for tonight.

“Y’not daft. Just overly emotional.”

“Go, before y’get in trouble… again.”

Harry left you with a kiss to the lips and then ran back on stage to continue with routine checks. You were about to sit back on the seat, but Harry Lambert, or Lambo as you call him, beat you to it.

“Y/N!” He spoke excitedly, considering you haven’t seen each in months - since the Grammy’s actually.

“Lambo!” You threw your arms around him happily and he gave you a quick squeeze before letting you go.

“Hand.” He spoke and you knew exactly what he meant. You handed him your left hand and saw his face drop with disappointment. Yours too. “Seriously? You’ve spent the last year quarantining together and he’s still not put a ring on you? What have you been doing?” He laughed frustratingly, after manifesting that you would be getting engaged sometime over lockdown.

“Having non-marital sex?” You responded, making him laugh.

“I would rather not know, actually..” He rolled his eyes and let you have your ringless hand back. “Anyways, I need you to pick Harry’s outfit for tonight.”

This was your favourite part of the job. Lambo pieced all the outfits together and Harry confirmed whether he would like to wear them or not, but you were the one who held the power of which one he got to wear each night. On the HS1 tour you’d done so well with the order of choosing which suit to where and when, so Harry had faith that this year you’d do even better. You’d gone through the outfits with Harry and talked about which ones were your favourite and such, but never gave away which ones he’d be wearing when. His first night had to be something dramatic and special though, that you knew.

“Please! I think I know though.” You smirked your cheeky grin and nodded your head, Lambo catching your grin and mirroring it himself.

“Oh bloody hell, Y/N!” Lambo said as if he just got a wavelength from you of what you wanted Harry to wear. He knew you too well now not to know. “You’re gonna kill the fans, y’know?” He laughed and so did you.

“And me!”

“And then H will kill me.”

“So…” You spoke hopefully, knowing he wouldn’t say no to you but might be slightly concerned at the choice of it for opening night.

“See you in heaven!” He laughed and walked off, you following close behind him. You looked to the stage to see Harry far too in depth with his work to notice you sneaking off to prepare tonight’s outfit.

Boy, this was going to be a night.

••••

It was a few hours later when Harry found you getting ready in his dressing room.

“Fuck, y’so hot.” He whistled, looking at your outfit and imagining the ungodly things he could do to you right now. You had chosen your outfit to fit in the rock’n’roll aesthetic Harry was going for with HS3. Your black dress clung to all your curves, making your figure look beautiful the way it was, with you tall boots making you look taller than you actually are. The leather jacket was to add a little something and match your boots, making you look like a badass hot biker-woman.

“Just f’you.” You smiled smugly, standing up from the chair at the vanity to greet him.

“Well aren’t I just one lucky man.” He asked rhetorically, you already knowing the answer was yes because you do believe that you are worthy of Harry and his love.

“Sure are, Mr Harry Styles.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as his arms slunk around your waist, underneath your jacket. You saw the cheeky glint in his eyes when his fingers ran over the back of your dress to find your open back was completely exposed.

“Just for me?” He repeated your previous words as his fingers drew intimate patterns on your back, his lips dangerously close to yours.

“You know it is. I am.” You hovered your lips over his, before Harry got impatient and crushed you onto him. His body fit perfectly against yours and his lips carved out the letters of love into your skin. You tasted sweet, like honey, and he tasted minty. It was fresh and passionate and so full of love. You truly did love him.

“Mm,” Harry hummed in appreciation of you as he left your lips with a quiet smacking noise, “As much as i’d love to continue, we have a dinner reservation in 30 minutes.” He spoke as his forehead rested upon yours. You loved how close and intimate he was.

“Can we just skip dinner?”

“Tempting, but no. Want to know y’fully fed whilst i’m prancing around on stage.” He smiled, kissing your forehead before walking to his suitcase to find a jacket. He wasn’t wearing his tour suit yet, but he was wearing nice trousers and a shirt that he’d come in this morning. He looked so effortlessly perfect it was frustrating.

After he grabbed his jacket and you styled your hair the way you liked it, he took ahold of his hand and you both walked out of the arena to an uber that he’d ordered, taking you to your dinner before the big show.

The driver made the way through the busy roads of Vegas, to a quieter part of the city where you had your reservation at a restaurant. It was a little Greek place, which you and Harry had been once before when you both woke up, unexpectedly, in Vegas. You had both been very hungover and none the wiser as to how you even got there, but regardless you went to a Greek restaurant and the food was so good you remember wanting to genuinely marry it.

The car pulled up on the curb and you and Harry thanked him as you climbed out. Harry took off his jacket, it being far too warm to wear one, and took your hand to lead you to into the restaurant.

“Y’got a mask?” Harry asked, pulling his own out of his jacket pocket. He put his own on as you rummaged through your bag to try and find the one that you knew you’d packed.

“Hang on.” You stuck your tongue out in concentration, rooting around everywhere to find it.

“Love, I can run across the road to buy a packet if—”

“A-ha.” You grinned, pulling it out and Harry shook his head when he realised why you were so adamant on wearing yours. It was a silk black mask, but on the side of it, embroidered in silver, it said ‘Harry is my boyfriend’. It was a play on the new merch that he was about to release for HS3.

“Y’trouble y’are.” Harry laughed, taking your hand back in his and walking you both through the door.

"Evening Mr Styles. Reservation for two I presume?" A man with a lush Greek accent, much like everyone else who worked in this restaurant did, greeted you at the door. A woman politely took both of your jackets to hand them up and then a man explained how he’d be your server and handed you menus.

“This way please.” The server, who introduced himself as Carlos, began to walk through the tables of people dining. Some people spotted Harry, but no one made the move to go crazy over him which he heavily appreciated.

"Thank you, Carlos." Harry responded, as Carlos led you both deeper into the restaurant. Harry often liked to address waiting staff by their first names to make the atmosphere less formal. The restaurant itself was beautifully decorated. Little fairy lights danced along the ceiling, whilst an impressive wine collection stood tall behind glass cabinets along the wall. The whole vibe of the restaurant was very warm and inviting and it made you forget you were in Vegas for a moment.

"Is this window seat okay for you both?" He asked, both of you nodding yes, and shortly left you two be. Harry thanked him again whilst pulling out your chair for your to sit in. You thanked Harry as he pushed your chair in, giving him a quick kiss to the lips as extra gratitude.

You and Harry sat in silence as you both scanned the menu. You already knew what you wanted but you were so damn nervous, about this evenings show, that you couldn't concentrate. You hadn't even realised that Carlos was back at your table until Harry tapped you. "Baby. " You looked up at Harry and then suddenly saw Carlos standing next to your table.

"Oh sorry. I'll just have water please." The waiter jotted it down on his pad before turning to take Harry's order.

"Are you sure that's all you want?" Harry asked curiously, looking at you with his creased furrowed eyebrows. Obviously, he knew something was up with you since you normally like to have a glass of wine with your dinner. You just nodded your head so to not stress him out anymore than he already probably was. Tonight was big for him and he didn’t need your stress on top of his own. "Um, i’ll have a vodka tonic please." The waiter took Harry’s order and left you two to decide on your mains.

“So what do you—” You began, getting cut off by your boyfriend.

“Baby, y’alright?”

"Me? I'm fine." You laughed, but were aware that Harry was making a face which suggested that he knew otherwise. He reached across the table to hold your hand, and caressed the back of it softly with his thumb.

“Hey, it’s just me.” Harry tried to comfort you the best way he could and that was by reminding that it was just you and him in this moment. You and Harry, Harry and you.

You sighed, as you knew that you'd have to explain how you were feeling to Harry now. "I guess I'm just nervous for this evening. Excited, definitely, but nervous all the same." You smiled shyly at him, worried that he’d find you were being silly.

"Baby, listen. I know that you're nervous, hell i'm scared, but I also know there's no reason to be. Rehearsals went so well, so what are you afraid of hm?”

“Just you’re going to be so busy now and I don’t want you to forget about me. It’s selfish I know.” You shook your head and tried to pull your hand away, but he wouldn’t let you and only gripped on to you tighter. He wasn’t letting you go anywhere.

“Y/N, lovie, y’the least selfish person I know. I get your fear, I do. I feel the same when you go to work, but I know that you’re coming back to me at the end of the day - the same way i’ll be coming home to you every day. You’re it for me, baby. Nothing will ever stop me from loving you or forgetting you.” He promised, pulling your hand over to his side of the table so he could lean in to kiss it softly. The stain of his love imprinting into your skin from his lips.

“Glad we both feel the same way.” You smiled and that was all it took for Harry to know that you’d both be okay.

The rest of the dinner constituted of papoutsakia, pastitsio and prosecco. Harry had encouraged you to have a drink with him as you both enjoyed the key-lime pie for dessert. It was just what you needed to take the edge off both your nerves. It had come to the end of your dinner and you told Harry you were just going to go to the toilet before you had to leave. Instead, you went to the bar and asked for the bill.

You were proud of Harry with everything he's accomplished recently, but you were so much more grateful for him being so warm and kind to you this evening. He deserved a proper thank you and so you were more than willing to pay for dinner. Harry did so much for you and you believed it was time to give a little back. You paid for dinner and thanked Carlos, walking back over to your table. Harry was on his phone and his wallet was on the table - waiting for the card to be used. You pushed your chair under the table, causing him to look up at you and smile. "You ready to go love?" You asked.

"I will be once the waiter comes back over with the bill. I just asked that man over there to bring it over for me." He pointed over to a man who had a very confused look on his face whilst messing around with the till. Harry looked back at his phone, continuing to text someone.

"Okay, I'll just go get out coats?" Harry looked up at you. He stood up and gave you a quick kiss on the lips, not being able to leave you for so long without one.

"I'll be as quick as possible." Harry replied, watching you walk to the front of the restaurant as he made sure you got to the front desk okay and nobody started chatting you up. He turned around to look over at the waiter, seeing that Carlos was calling him over to the till. So he wandered over.

"Hi Sir. It seems like the bill has already been payed for?" The waiter raised an eyebrow, as confused as Harry. Harry thought about it for a second and then it clicked that you'd never actually gone to the toilet.

"Oh, well thank you very much for a pleasant evening Carlos.” He shook the waiter’s hand and walked to the exit of the restaurant, finding you putting on your jacket. Harry noticed you smirking at him and he just shook his head, chuckling at how sneaky you’d been. You handed him his jacket as he approached you, a smile still stuck to your face.

"You didn't have to do that, y’know?" He kept shaking his head at you, with a grin. You turned to look at him with a sarcastic expression.

"I have no idea what you could be talking about." You shrugged your shoulders at his remark, thanking the waiter’s again before walking hand-in-hand out of the restaurant. You didn’t even get to the curb-side before Harry cupped your cheeks and brought your face closer to his. He looked between your eyes and your lips and then closed his eyes once your lips made contact. You cherished the moment and slowly moved away from him. "But, you're welcome.”

"I would love to continue this, but I have to do some singing in like an hour." He laughed, both of you still centimetres away from each other. Neither of you wanted to move apart from each other, both just too happy with one another to distance yourselves.

“Let’s go sing then.” You smirked, walking over to where your new Uber was pulling up.

“Y’make me so happy, Y/N.”

“Feelings mutual.”

••••

“10 minutes ‘till go time!”

Your hands were shaking as you were standing in the corner of the room. Everyone was rushing around everywhere and the adrenaline of the room was ridiculously intense.

Unfortunately you hadn’t seen Harry since you got back because he got whisked away into his dressing room and was getting his hair, makeup and outfit sorted. You felt a bit out of place and like a burden waiting for him there, so you went off to go to the toilet and fill your water bottle up, whilst chatting to Sarah for a bit. Now it was ten minutes until showtime and you had no idea where Harry was or even if you’d see him again before he went on stage.

The noise from the fans was deafening but so amazing. It felt so good to be back, you couldn’t imagine how it must feel for Harry. You weren’t envious of him having to run on stage in front of thousands of people and sell his heart to them all. You loved that you could watch him be in his element from behind stage.

You pushed yourself further into the corner, trying to keep out of the way. Only that didn’t seem to come easily. Before you could help yourself you tripped over a wire and tumbled down to the floor, pulling out a few wires from a master-box of wires. Despite being slightly winded from falling over, stupid high-heels, you were more concerned that you’d just broken something really important.

“Shi—”

“What the fuck have you done?” A man came running over after he’d seen you fall, a heavily angry expression on his face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t—”

“What? You didn’t mean to?” He asked patronisingly. “Just move out of the way.” He huffed and offered no help to get you up. Your hands were shaking slightly more now and you felt a heavy lump in your chest as if you were about to cry. You didn’t want to cry, at least not without Harry.

“I’m sor—”

“Just move out of the fucking way.” He shouted angrily, pushing you slightly so you toppled away. You clutched your bag and tried your best to make amends, but instead you, accidentally, pulled another wire out as you moved away.

“Oh god I—” You became really flustered and the man trying to fix everything became really red with anger.

“Stupid woman!” He shouted. “Just leave, you’re messing everything up. Leave!” He shouted and it made your heart race with panic. People had been watching the scene go down, but you’d been too apologetic to really notice. You’d wanted to help but all you’d done was make it so much worse.

You ran off the best you could in your heels, down a corridor as you tried to find the women’s toilets to break down in. Your turned a left and then a right, sniffling as your eyes burned with tears and your nose became runny. You’d broken something clearly important right before tour and you couldn’t even do anything to make it better. You were working yourself up with stress over not being able to find the toilets. This place was a maze. Just as you turned a corner you ran into a hard chest, whose arms held you firmly to keep you from toppling over.

“Watch where you’re go—” You looked up to see Mitch, a smile in his eyes until he saw the familiar you and your distressed face. “Woah, Y/N are you alri—”

“Excuse me Mitch, sorry.” You ran past him and into the toilets, shutting the door behind you and finally breaking down. Fuck. Just fuck.

You cried as you looked at yourself in the mirror, thinking of some pretty derogatory things about yourself as you stared at the crying clumsy idiot in front of you. Your makeup was running slightly, but you knew it would do anyway when you see Harry on stage. You hiccupped and moved into a stall to get some tissue to blow your nose and dry your tears away. You weren’t even sure you’d be able to find your way back to the main arena now, worried you’d be stuck back here unless you called someone. Just as you were blowing your nose, the door to the bathroom swung open and you moved quickly to shut the cubicle door to prevent anyone seeing you like this.

“No, no. Baby, stop.” Harry’s voice came through the room and you stopped trying to close the door, Harry pushing it open to let himself get as close to you as possible. You just cried when he took you in his arms. “Y’alright love.” He shushed you, stroking your back comfortingly.

“I-i’m sorry.” You choked out, thinking he’d be so disappointed with you.

“Ssh. Calm down f’me first, lovie.”

He kept you in his arms for as long as it took for you to completely calm down. You cries turned to sobs turned to quiet hiccups. Once you were calmer, Harry pulled your face away from the warmth of his bare chest and up so he could see you properly.

“I got makeup on y’jacket.” You furrowed your eyebrows, wiping your hand to try and get it out. Harry leaned down to kiss the crease away between your eyebrows and make you more at ease. He was so calm and collected for a man about to go on stage in 5 minutes.

“Don’t care about that. Just care about you, so tell me what’s wrong.” He didn’t ask, he ordered you to do so because he knew you’d say it didn’t matter otherwise.

“Well. I-I missed you so I was just waiting around f’you,” Harry smiled at that and kept you close so he could caress your cheek, “But then I fell over and accidentally pulled some wires with me and this man was really angry at me.” Harry’s expression was much sterner now.

“What did they say?” Harry asked firmly, not taking any bullshit.

“It doesn’t matter—”

“Fuck that, Y/N. It does matter. It matters to me.” You were taken aback that he was so protective over you right now, thinking he’d have a million and one other things he should be better thinking about than you and your problems.

“Just that i’m a stupid woman and i was messing everything up.”

“That fucker.” Harry snarled, pulling you into him so he could hug you tight. It was exactly what you needed from him in that moment. You loved the feeling of his chest against yours and the smell of his expensive cologne. He was delicious.

“I’m okay now.” You pointed out that being here in Harry’s arms made everything so much easier. It was as if the last 5 minutes never existed.

“Still going to fire a man today.”

“Harry—” Pulling away from his you gave him a stern look, like you didn’t want him to do that for you.

“No. No one says shit like that to my girlfriend and gets away with it.” Harry made it clear he wasn’t budging on this topic and so you nodded your head in acceptance. “How about you, are y’alright physically?” He asked, moving away slightly to assess you top to toe.

“I’m good. Just was a bit shaken up.” You smiled at him to try and reassure him you were all good.

“Y’alright now though.” He brought you in for another hug and you stayed like that until Jeff had to physically drag him out of the room as he was due on stage in 40 seconds.

You all ran through the building, Harry keeping your hand held tight the whole time. You kept up good with his pace. You got to have a good look at him from where he was running slightly ahead. He was wearing a chalky red suit with no suit and this choker harness over his torso. You wanted something epic for opening night and he was about to serve better than that. He looked a dream and you couldn’t believe he was genuinely yours. You squeezed his hand and he squeezed yours back, turning the last corner before having to get on stage.

The sound of golden was playing and you looked around to see if you could spot that man. Harry’s lips on yours brought you away from your paranoia of whether that man was still here or not. You kissed him hungrily, completely soaking up every part of him before he shouted he loved you and ran up on stage. You shouted you loved him back and you knew he’d heard you when he placed his hand over his heart as he ran up on stage.

“Las Vegas! Make some noise!” Harry shouted before he began instantly singing Golden. You were so happy to see him in his element again, looking so happy himself. If you could keep him like this forever, you would.

You moved with Jeff to stand off the side of the stage, behind curtains so no one could see you. You danced around a little bit but couldn’t help but cry also. It was so overwhelming to see him back here again, performing the songs he’s been wanting to for almost two years now. The fans were all screaming and crying and singing and it was just the most magical sight. Jeff was smiling beside you, obviously feeling a similar way to you.

Yeah, love on tour was going to be something special.

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