Chances || H.S.

17 | Soundcheck Conversations

Harry:

Today was a lazy day, up until it wasn't. 

This morning, I woke up with Easton curled up against my chest, with her back to me. She was softly breathing and I laid there with my arm draped across her waist just reveling in the warmth of her. Around 8 a.m., I gently woke her up by kissing her exposed neck over and over until she groaned and turned in my grasp so that she was laying on her back. 

"Why?" She asked as she finally opened her eyes and rubbed them with her knuckles, clearly proving my point that she was not a morning person. I ignored her as I peppered kisses all over her face until she was giggling and pushing me away from her. 

We ordered room service and stayed in bed until we couldn't any longer. I let her take a shower in peace as I texted back and forth with Jeff to let him know that we would be on time for soundcheck. When she came out of the bathroom in just her towel wrapped around her body, I instructed her that she would need her whole bag because we wouldn't be coming back to the hotel until after the show. 

Watching her repack her suitcase made me smile because she was stressing for no reason at all. 

"I didn't mean we wouldn't be coming back here at all, babe," I say between a breathy laugh. 

"I know that, Harry. I just want to make sure I have everything I need." She said as she stood up with a pair of clothes in her hands. She walked to the bed and threw them all down on the mattress beside me. I looked down as she dropped the towel and quickly dressed in a pair of loose light-wash denim jeans with rips in the knees, a pair I haven't seen her wear, and a black cropped tank top. 

It didn't take her much longer to get her stuff together, and seeing that all of my stuff was already at the venue, once she was ready, I texted Jeff and let him know that we were on our way to which he responded with a simple thumbs-up emoji. I really hope tonight helps smooth out the bumps between the two of them because it really sucks knowing that he feels the way he does about this situation. And I hate the thought that she would ever feel unwelcome or uncomfortable. 

Last night went so incredibly well that it really did seem like some sort of fever dream, but no, she really does fit right in with the rest of everyone else, and watching her talk to my friends as if she had known them her whole life honestly made me want to take her to the bathroom and fuck her right there. But, I do have some common sense and know that that's now how neither she nor I would want that to be how we had sex for the first time. 

We have been at the venue for a little bit over an hour and watching her explore with wide eyes has been the best part of the day so far. When we got here, the first thing she asked was how long we had until I actually had to soundcheck and when I told her we had two hours or so, she took my hand and laced our fingers together. 

"Come on then, show me around." She said as she started pulling me down a random hallway. 

"You think I know my way around this place?" I said as I trailed behind her. 

"Shut up, I know you've played here before." She turned to face me stopping us in our tracks now that we were seemingly alone in this hallway. She kept her hand linked with mine as she pulled me to her so that there was minimal space between us. 

"So you're the real stalker here?" I responded with a playful tone to my voice. 

"Don't forget that you are the one who stalked me on Instagram first, big boy." She said as she patted her free hand against my chest. I thought back to the time when I texted her asking if she liked the blue suit, and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks at the mention of that.