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caroletheperfumeaddict · 2 months ago

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Harry Styles Love on Tour 2023

Here are all the concerts for HSLOT2023 that I could find, plus the Brits performance of As It Was. There was a bit of a black hole for Australia. I made a YT playlist for Tokyo N1, as only individual songs were available. All links were working at the time of posting.

2023

Forum N13 (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5JB1iJotaw&list=PL3R918fe46Kgm3zpllfUK8Yn3XLGHC7FQ

Forum N2 (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YhdQQ413-Y&list=PL3R918fe46KhY7IjSwEyWKSqFNHnD2Vqu

Forum N15 (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCvHsyKZLmw&list=PL3R918fe46Kg1I1U1SU8SFIcTJH44Ev5p

Forum N15 (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UL6DCDuRV7A&list=PL3c8U8gRJ3gr6wYj_XinxsKhYNQG92ibz&index=1

Thousand Palms N1 (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LeSMX4h3ivo&list=PL3R918fe46KiHKYFcKxHanNx4D8JgC0lR

Thousand Palms N2 (birthday concert): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGQHjy5W3cY

Brits: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgDCPDpgiSo

Perth (highlights, 14 minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yn96F_sb7lQ

Melbourne N1: (highlights, 12 minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWXsiDret2U

Melbourne N2: can’t find anything

Gold Coast (highlights, 9 minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKu8GDVRWF8

Sydney N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SkmAE0exng

Sydney N2 (37 minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dg-BQeIqHD8

Auckland (highlights 58 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jw0OjiJze2U

Bangkok (highlights, 32 mins, part of a playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Exw1HkuKpA&list=RD0Exw1HkuKpA&start_radio=1

Bangkok (highlights 21 minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSKIDqd4UW4

Manila: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HGq9k9W-8c

Manila: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMqQKgST_CU

Manila: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ol5Lp4_-sO0

Singapore: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ixuudroOUo&t=4s

Seoul (58 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwOyyVsaiDI

Tokyo N1: (my playlist): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOuTN46aTVcBgstwrBLV4UxPENhUFVTzt

Tokyo N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YmFwsRl4g1w

(highlights, 22 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljSayFzuWaQ

Horsens N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2eMJ4Fli-k

Munich N1: https://www.instagram.com/p/CsW4Av9oM5k/

Munich N2: https://www.instagram.com/p/CsZcXGhI3mM/

Munich N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stkxhnqbqYY

Munich N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNSX45Z1MxY

Coventry N1 (10 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ftO6Nzrxvc

Coventry N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYuvKzbfdlo

Edinburgh N1 (10 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kf04Mrs5XXM&list=RDKf04Mrs5XXM&start_radio=1

Edinburgh N1 (8 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg2jj5MO1aQ

Edinburgh N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Te8d-k3US_s

Paris Saint-Denis N1: (highlights 35 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyPc6-PLIdQ

Paris Saint-Denis N1: (Full concert, 6 parts):

1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lukVNHySj_o

2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGRk6Jodzqw

3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0HhQLgeRoQ

4: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cY-K-blJ6I

5: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fyEvYcFMpU4

6: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5MKpzqvprw

Paris Saint-Denis N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwQS2VwUpaU

Amsterdam N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPutGS1eCUc

Amsterdam N1 again: https://www.instagram.com/p/CtFT-MhIxQE/

Amsterdam N2: https://www.instagram.com/p/CtH17bhoqt7/

Amsterdam N3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYUSN8nsK70

Amsterdam N3 (Eni): https://www.instagram.com/p/CtKcDBOIpe4/

Slane: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQnxKNEMc2M

Wembley N1 (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L42-ZVOzSp4&list=PL3R918fe46KhvYQCKAgSHGxpbo4OJ8AaA

Wembley N1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXm2cva1TUc

Wembley N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOTh9mWcQGc

Wembley N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kndeCu18pc

Wembley N3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTNUJ9NOW5U

Wembley N3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPLmLG63fcI

Wembley N4: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75XWg03UtnY

Wembley N4 part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvrVTSFxfEg

Wembley N4 part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYPAWQvOfsA&t=6s

Cardiff N1 part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-i2ivaGH1A&t=2s

Cardiff N1 part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyUACGQ9Fe4&t=1s

Cardiff N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQEBGcGW7YI

Werchter: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkTmfo0R0rM

Dusseldorf N1: https://www.instagram.com/p/CuAgFpeITIB/

Dusseldorf N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUm-krB1nRw

Dusseldorf N2: https://www.instagram.com/p/CuDFu5MoumJ/

Dusseldorf N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3jTWJmhlpg&t=13s

Warsaw: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GGXxfdvQbU

Frankfurt N1: https://www.instagram.com/p/CuVHLf3IiPM/

Frankfurt N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbKu0HZcjj0

Frankfurt N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gjd8_GJjOjI

Frankfurt N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn_Qj3u3Cg0

Vienna (54 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bhQWfml3I4

Barcelona: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=reieQkZJV5Y

Madrid (48 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueCJ-WfeeOc&t=1355s

Madrid part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UlohiB_iX4&t=1s

Madrid part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4vsHsFEaC4&t=9s

Lisbon: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXG64Pfu5JM

Reggio Emilia: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2Nall0VpKY

Reggio Emilia: https://www.instagram.com/p/CvA85WoIdXS/

Reggio Emilia: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fulf3ZWnE4Q

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laughingharrys-blog · 2 years ago

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My baby 😂

forgetting the lyrics to women… criminal

#harry styles #love on tour #Perth Australia 🇦🇺 2023

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didhewinkback · 1 year ago

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love of my life

a something old one shot about wembley week.

word count: 4k somehow ?, there's smut

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2014

He collapses into the backseat of the car, clenching his eyes shut as another cough wracks through his body, trying in vain to take deep breaths through his stuffy nose, feeling so frustrated he could scream if not for the hoarseness in his throat. He had dreamt of this night since he was a little kid, never thinking it would ever actually happen and then when it finally did he didn’t even get to enjoy it properly, didn’t get a chance to celebrate that his years of hard work, resilience and sacrifice had actually paid off.

Instead he had to spend every minute on that stage trying to stay upright, his fever addled brain working overtime to remember lyrics, stand at the right spot, gasp for breath between a congested nose and a never ending rotation of cough drops.

Once the tears start they don’t stop, feeling so pathetic and angry and heartbroken, all he can do is curl in on himself and wish his mum were with him. Why couldn’t he have been this ill in Madrid? Or Kansas City? Or Perth? Why did it have to be fucking Wembley?

His phone buzzes in his hand, disrupting his never ending train of miserable thoughts. It’s you, checking in. He was supposed to go out with you and Johnny after the show, supposed to celebrate the biggest night of his career. He can’t believe you guys came out to see him on stage like that, a wave of embarrassment rolling through him as he imagines what you must think.

He starts rapid fire texting you back, apologizing for the show, apologizing for leaving early and missing the afterparty, just apologizing. He’s not even sure what he’s saying at this point, just knows that he is sorry and embarrassed and wants to be home alone in his bed. You’re trying to keep up with his texts, trying your best to assure him that he has nothing to be sorry about, that it was still a good show, that you’re sorry for him, that’s not his fault he’s been overworked and was too sick to perform, asking if there’s anything you can do. Offering company if he needs someone to talk to because he’s right, it’s fucked that this was the show he had to be ill for, that he didn’t deserve to have it happen this way.

And he knows he should talk it out, knows there’s few things that make him feel better than having you as a sounding board but right now he feels so shit and just wants to stop thinking about it. He apologizes again and turns his phone off, leaning his burning head against the cool window. He knows he’s wallowing, he knows he’s so lucky to be doing even a fraction of what he has done it’s just …

It was headlining Wembley fucking Stadium. When will he ever get the chance to do something like that again?

2023

The screams of the crowd start to fade into the background as he sprints backstage, handing his mic pack over to Steve from sound and leaning in to mutter a request to Paddy before ducking into his dressing room, leaning against the door once it’s closed. Trying to catch his breath from the sprint, from this night, from this week. He shakes off the rain and closes his eyes, doing his damndest to commit every feeling flashing through him to memory, trying to relive each moment on stage that took his breath away, to think about in the years to come. Knowing he’ll never be this young on tour again, never this limber, never be with this exact group of people at this exact time ever again.

It was the best night of his entire life.

It hasn’t felt like that before. The love radiating towards him was palpable, he could feel it in the air, and he did everything to send it right back out. It was almost too much for one person to hold, he had no choice but to try to put it directly towards the people who helped get him here, shouting out his friends and family in the audience more than he ever has because he owes them everything and he wanted to share this feeling with them.

It was overwhelming, it was exhilarating and it was fun. It’s never been that fun. Gratitude flows through him as tears prick his eyes, his breath catching in his throat. How lucky he is to get to do this for a job, how lucky that this many people want to see his show, how lucky that he’s got this band and this crew working alongside him. How lucky, how lucky, how lucky.

He stands there for several minutes, taking deep breaths, reliving the best parts of the show, how it felt to sing Gemma’s song to her, to get to thank the friends that took him in when he was young and alone in a big city for the first time, to get to thank the friends that loved him from the start, before he grew into the man who would perform in front of 90,000 people four nights in a row. He’s practically choking on the emotion now, feeling more alive than he’s ever felt, the happiest he’s ever been, just grateful for this moment and this life when a series of knocks snaps him out of his haze.

“I’ve been summoned,” he hears you say on the other side of the door and if he could grin any wider, his face would split in half.

He swings open the door and there you are. The rain did nothing to dampen how beautiful you look tonight, wearing one of his favorite sundresses of yours, your eyes as red-rimmed with tears as he imagines his are. You take him in for a moment, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as your breath catches and you shake your head in disbelief, seemingly as shocked and stunned by the night as he is.

“That was…” you start to say but drift off, emotion clogging the words in your throat as you just stare at him.

“I know.”

“Just like…what the fuck?” you say and it shocks a laugh out of him, his head tilting back and shoulders shaking. He watches the smile grow on your face and that’s when you launch yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding tight. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, lifting you slightly off the ground as he pulls you into the room and kicks the door shut behind you.

“‘M sweaty,” he warns and it just makes you tighten your arms around him more.

“Don’t care,” you say softly. “I’m so, so proud of you.”

And suddenly, he’s at a loss for words again. Not able to think about anything but how you feel in his arms, your steady heartbeat tethering him to the moment, the praise you’re murmuring in his ears making him feel warm all the way down to his toes. He’s overwhelmed at the thought of how much this week has felt like coming home, finally. Like the biggest, warmest welcome back to a place he has had to leave more often than he would ever like to. He felt it monumentally, magnanimously on stage and now he feels it here, on a much smaller scale, in the way your nails feel scratching against his scalp, the fabric of your damp dress against the bare skin of his chest, the sound of your voice in his ear.

“It’s never felt like that before. Watching you.” you say, pulling your head back to look at him, warm eyes full of affection and it almost makes him preen. He just had 90,000 pairs of eyes on him but being the center of your attention is what makes his heart skip a beat.

“Was unreal, wasn’t it?” he says, skin warming under your gaze, knowing the words are wholly inadequate to sum up how this night has felt but selfishly wanting you to keep talking about it, not ready for the show to become a distant memory quite yet.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you that happy up there. That free. Just like completely in your element.” you say, a smile growing on your face as you huff a sheepish laugh at yourself. “Think I started crying the second you walked out there and didn’t really stop. You’ve turned me into the weepy girlfriend and for that I will never forgive you.”

He laughs, lowering you to the ground in favor of bringing his hands up to cup your face, thumbs rubbing over the tear tracks there as you slide your hands down his back to wrap around his waist.

“Liked the show, then?” he asks, and by the roll of your eyes, he knows you know what he’s doing and he knows you’ll indulge him all the same.

“I loved it,” you say sincerely, the love in your eyes making him feel weak in the knees. “I love you.”

He closes the distance between you without a second thought, doing his best to express himself through every drag of his lips against yours. This has never felt like this before either, to get to be with someone who loves and supports him the way you do. Who knows him so well, who has seen the good, bad and the ugly and instead of taking off and running, just loves him harder, louder, fiercer. Adrenaline spikes through his veins as he deepens the kiss, his tongue curling against yours in a way that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

He walks you backward until you're pressed against the door and he’s pressed against you, not an inch of space between you. He pulls away from your mouth to kiss along your jaw and down your neck, paying special attention to the spots he’s become familiar with, the ones that make you sigh into his ear, a sound that replays in his mind over and over whenever he’s missing you late at night.

He feels himself getting hard against your thigh, no longer thinking of anything but how you taste, how you smell, how you feel. He loves you, more than he’s ever loved another person, more than he ever thought himself capable of. The temporarily dormant energy from the stage comes flooding back and he knows he’s got a room full of people waiting upstairs to celebrate with him but right now, he just needs you close. He needs you now.

“Did you want to keep talking about the show?” you ask, your breath catching in your throat and it makes his heart skip a beat, your familiarity with his favorite post show routine making him melt as he shakes his head, not willing to pause his ministrations against your skin.

It’s one of the things he loves doing most when you’re on tour with him, spending time after the really good shows to dissect his favorite bits and hear all of yours, hear how much you loved it, loved him. He knows if he said that’s what he wants to do right now you’d happily pull away and indulge him with detailed answers about how the show felt from your point of view, your favorite note changes, the jokes that made you laugh the most but it’s not what he wants right now. All he wants is you.

“If we had more time, I’d get on my knees for you.” he mumbles against your neck, tongue darting out to suck at your skin.

“Funny, I was just going to say the same thing.” you say back, making him groan, his hands falling to your hips, pulling you close. “But the party started already -”

“Yeah but I am the boss,” he says, feeling high off this night, off you. “So the party really doesn’t start until I say so.”

“I hate how much you loved saying that,” you say with a laugh, your hands sliding over his chest. You dig your nails in when he bites down on your neck and he feels like he’s on fire.

“Think y’ liked it a little bit,” he says, pulling away from your neck to kiss you deeply, hand sliding down to squeeze your ass.

“Can feel myself drying up as we speak.” you say and he sputters out a laugh, giving you a cheeky spank when he feels you laughing against him.

“That sounds like a bloody lie,” he mumbles against your mouth, his hand sliding from your ass to your thigh, hastily pulling up your dress, dragging his fingers across your skin once he has access to it. He pulls back slightly to look at your face, your swollen lips and blown out eyes. You’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He slides his fingers over your core, smirking when you gasp, feeling how wet you are through your underwear. “Feels like one too.”

“Told you.” you say, and you’ve got that look in your eyes that’s his kryptonite, looking at him like you’re going to eat him alive and it stokes the fire already burning in his belly. He doesn’t even have to hear the next words come out of your mouth, he knows he’s already done for. “I really liked the show.”

He crashes his mouth to yours, pulling kiss after kiss from your plush lips, his hips rolling against yours when you moan into his mouth. He snaps the waistband on your underwear, doing his best to help you pull it off without straying too far from your lips, pulling you back into him once you kick it off your ankles.

“Off. Take this off.” you mumble against his mouth, already pushing the straps of his dungarees down.

“Hang on, there’s a zipper -” He squeezes your thigh before reaching around the back of his dungarees, hastily unzipping to help you ease the trousers down his hips, pausing when you do, your hands stilling on his skin. He looks up at your face to find you staring at his cock, an unreadable expression on your face.

“Are you - are you not wearing pants?” you ask breathlessly, a surprised laugh breaking through your words.

“You did say I was freer than ever on that stage -”

“Oh my god, I am not having sex with you anymore -”

“Heeey.” he says, unable to stop the smile growing on his face at the sound of your laugh. He smacks a kiss to your cheek as he pulls his dungarees all the way down, leaving them pooling at his ankles. It looks ridiculous but he’s too turned on to care, stomach flipping when you slide your hands on his skin, fingers dancing over his obliques, nails digging into his pecs.

“Can’t believe you were freeballing at Wembley.” you say as he snorts, grabbing your thigh to hitch it over his hip, leaning in to capture your lips with his.

You pull the hem of your dress up with one hand as you slide the other to the back of his neck, gripping hard when he swipes his fingers through your folds, lightly circling your clit. He’d do just about anything to make you moan into his mouth like that, fingers playing with you a little longer than necessary until you bite down on his lip in impatience.

“Ready?” he mumbles against your mouth.

“Been ready since half past eight.” you shoot back as he huffs a laugh. “Need you.”

“Y’ have me, baby. Y’ have me.” he mutters nonsensically, quickly pulling his fingers away and using them to guide his cock against your core, both of you moaning at the sensation before he guides himself into you, choking on air when he thrusts all the way in.

White hot heat sears through him and he has to clench his eyes shut, your warmth and wetness almost too much to bear. He could stay here forever he thinks, feeling you clench around him, moaning lowly in his ear. This is it for him. Until -

“H. Move.”

He opens his eyes, the look on your face taking his breath away as he starts to thrust into you, lips falling to any part of your skin he can reach.

“Watching me on stage got y’ this wet?” he grunts out. “All this for me?”

“Always.” you breathe out, pulling him in closer. “You looked so good up there. You did so good. Made me so proud -”

“Baby -” he leans in to kiss you deeply, tongue messily swiping over yours as he grabs your thigh, adjusting the angle in a way that makes you both moan.

He rests his forehead against yours, watching the way every thrust, drag and swivel of his hips hurdles you closer and closer to the edge, your eyes fluttering closed when he hits it just right. Everything else fades away and all that matters is the feeling of your tight, hot cunt, and those quiet sounds you can’t stop making. You slide your hand down his arm until it settles on his tattoo of your initial, pressing your thumb into the skin and he almost bursts on the spot.

“That’s right, baby. ‘S all for you.” he moans out, biting down on your jaw when you clench around him. “‘M all yours. ‘M all yours. ‘M all yours.”

He slides his hands around your waist, sliding down to your ass as he grips and lifts you up, bringing your other thigh up to settle around his hips. You gasp against his mouth as he holds you up, pressing you further into the door.

“This okay?” he pants out.

“Yeah - please. H - I’m -” you lean in to kiss him as he starts to move again, the new angle making him glide across your clit in a way that has you biting down on his lips.

“Baby, I’m -”

“Me too. Doing so good.” you say as he digs his fingers into your skin, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic, sparks shooting down his spine as he flies towards the edge.

“Need you to come first. Can y’do that for me?” he grunts out, gritting his teeth to swivel his hips in the way he knows will get you there, watching the way your mouth drops open, blown out eyes never wavering from his.

You lean in to nip at his bottom lip, one hand sliding up to rest at the base of his throat, the other sliding down to rub circles on your clit as he tightens his hold on you, arm muscles bulging as he gives it to you as best he can. He picks up his pace and you lightly squeeze down on his throat as he moans, fire licking up his spine at the sensation. Everything’s warm, hot, wet. All he can feel, smell, taste and touch is you. He doesn’t know how it can get any better than this, and then you squeeze down a little harder, leaning in to bite at his earlobe before whispering:

“You’re the boss.”

Jesus fuck.

That’s it. He can’t hold on any longer, a moan punching out of him as he comes hard, seeing stars as he grunts against your skin, feeling you follow suit quickly after, the way you clench around him as you come has him biting down on the skin of your neck, nails digging into your thigh.

That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him, is still happening to him, he feels like he’s coming forever as his body shakes with aftershocks, tongue darting out to suck at the skin of your neck as you both try to catch your breath, chests heaving.

After a few moments, he pulls back to look at you, eyes roaming over the blissed out look on your face as he leans in to kiss you softly, lips dragging against yours once, twice, three times before he feels you laugh, leaning back to look at you.

“What?” he asks, begs more like, desperate to know what’s going on in your brain, always. It’s something he never had this much exclusive access to before and now that he has, he’s addicted. He plants a line of kiss across your face as you giggle, arms tightening around your waist.

“You’re so easy,” you say, looking at him with mirth in your eyes. “All I had to do is say one little word and you just -”

“Heey,” he says, laughing when you do. “‘S not what happened.”

The dubious look on your face makes him pause, he can feel warmth blooming on his cheeks as he shrugs.

“‘M mean, it definitely helped.” he says, watching the way your tongue slides out to lick your lips, helpless to do anything but kiss you again before pulling back to mumble against your mouth: “I was done for the second you said watching me up there made y’ wet.”

“Liked that, did you?”

“Liked all of it.” he says, eyes never wavering from yours, still feeling the ghost of your hand on his neck right before he came. He kisses along your neck, nuzzling his head there and breathing deep. “Still inside you. Could go again. Just keep calling me the boss, I’ll be ready in no time.”

You laugh and shove his shoulder as he giggles, smacking a kiss to your cheek as he slowly pulls out, lowering you back to the ground on your own two feet.

“I’m not going to be the reason you miss the chance to run around an empty stadium with all your mates. It’s your favorite bit.”

There’s just something to that, something he’s never experienced before. You say it so nonchalantly, as you bend down to pick up your underwear off the floor, muttering about needing to find something to clean yourself off with and he just stands there, naked in the middle of his dressing room, his dungarees still at his ankles and all he wants to do is throw away all those plans he made and get down on one knee right here.

He won’t do that, the ring isn’t ready yet and he’s already planned and replanned everything ten times over, he thinks with a shake of his head, kicking the dungarees all the way off and heading over to his bag, pulling on a pair of briefs and joggers as his mind whirls.

It’s just - there is something to being known the way you know him, really know him, not in the way everyone out there thinks they do but it’s like - you understand him. You see him for who he is beyond the sold out stadiums and awards and screaming fans. You see who he is in the littlest of moments, the small habits he hadn’t really known he had but you’ve picked up on because you pay attention to him, because you love him. To be this known and this loved is something he’s never experienced before, a safety net he’s never had before.

Everything in his life has been in a constant state of change, living a nomadic lifestyle since he was just a teenager but this week, these shows, these crowds, this city, have given him a sense of belonging he hadn’t known he was craving, hadn’t known he was missing. The fear that this could all go away in an instant, which he once thought was a permanent state of existence, of living, of being has become a small voice in the background.

He’s not afraid of losing everything because he has you, he trusts you, he loves you and he knows you’re not going anywhere. And you - you are everything.

He’s so lost in his own head he barely registers the sounds of the sink in the adjoining bathroom, barely hears you gripe “All the foundation in the world couldn’t cover these love bites so cheers for that”, barely feels your eyes on him as you make your way back into the dressing room.

“Hey,” you say softly, stepping into his eyeline as you stand in front of him, hands coming up to his face, thumb wiping away the tears that had fallen unbeknownst to him. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” he says, blinking back the tears as he smiles at you, taking a deep breath. “Just overwhelmed.”

“It’s been a big night. Big week.” you say and he nods, wrapping his arms around your waist as your hand finds its place in his hair, fingers running through the strands in his favorite pattern. “You deserve all of it. Every bit.”

“Couldn’t have done this without you, you know.”

“H -”

“‘M serious, just let me -” he says, shaking his head, wanting to get the words right, knowing he won’t be able to express more than a fraction of what he means, what you mean. “Y’ make me feel like I can do anything because you love me. ‘Nd I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to explain to you properly how that makes me feel but I - I just really love you. I’ve never been loved the way you love me. ‘Nd I’ve never, ever loved anyone the way I love you.”

He watches as tears fill your eyes, the way you’re looking at him in awe, in love, it’s a look he wishes he could bottle up forever. You lean up to kiss him and he pulls you in closer, getting lost in the feeling of your lips against his, your hand in his hair, how he can feel your heartbeat racing.

“I love you so much,” you say when you pull back slightly, “You’ll never -”

“I feel it, love. Promise I feel it. Promise I know.” he murmurs, pulling you in and kissing you again, just needing you as close as possible.

“We have to get out of here and you have to put on a shirt,” you mumble in between kisses, “or we will never leave.”

“Won’t see me complaining.”

“Everyone’s waiting to celebrate you,” you say, pulling back but he follows you, kissing along your jawline. “And we can continue our own celebration later, yeah? I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got time.”

He pulls back at that, eyes grazing over your features before leaning in to kiss you again, humming into it, thinking he’s never heard anything sweeter in his life.

You’re not going anywhere and you’ve got time.

It’s so simple but it feels so right, he thinks as he releases his hold on your waist and quickly slips into his jacket, looking up at you to find your hand extended, waiting for his. He slips his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers and squeezing once.

A rush of emotions washes over him. He feels everything, all at once from this night, this week, this year, this tour. And here you are, here you’ve been, holding onto his hand. Not going anywhere. He wants to tell you everything this means to him, wants to marry you yesterday, start a family, wants to do it all with you. But he’s got an empty stadium with his favorite people waiting for him, waiting to celebrate the greatest night of his career, of his life. And you’ll be next to him the whole time.

It’s like you’ve said, you’ve got time.

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