Alive//H.S

Pussy Talk

Pussy talented, it do cartwheels
And he pay 'cause he like how that part feel (yuh)
Pussy give speeches, heartfelt
Said the pussy really talk like it Garfield (it do)
Said I got a way with my lips
Pokerface, daddy, you know I don't play with my chips (mmm)
Play with my food, play with my tits

Lila Rose

The rest of the dinner went well, and by the time it was over, Harry was laughing and smiling happily, just like he was before, and I can see how much seeing his dad like this has changed him, I can see it in his eyes.

There was only one point at which he had said a snarky comment about Harrys sister and mom-more than one now that I think about it-but Harry just stayed quiet and didn't react in the slightest.

He talked about his dad the whole way home, about how much he had changed, and I just sat and listened, so happy that he was seeing the difference, and how important it is to stay connected to family.

I currently sat in my dressing room, Harry slowly strumming on his guitar and we sang some little songs. He watched me closely as I got ready, and managed to slap my ass at least three times. My ass hurts now.

Dez and his wife Lindsay were in the crowd near the front, and by the time Harry had giddily rushed us on stage, Mitch screaming at him to stop while he was concentrated writing a huge M in glitter on his dress, he was fully excited.

Harry was on fire, not like the last shows, but even more today for some reason, and I can tell that just because of the simple reassurance from his dad made him so happy, and it made me so happy. I had a great relationship with my dad, obviously with Stevie too, but I don't know what I would do without his support. Harrys so kindhearted and lovely, all from just learning from his mom, and having to handle what his dad did to them. They didn't really talk about what happened at dinner, but I think Harrys okay with that, and if he's okay with that so am I.

The solo I had Tonight was yet again Runaway, and Harry did his best to dance beside me as I sang, distracting me with his cute little shimmy's and jazz hands from the middle of the stage. Him and Mitch even managed to do a kick line, which I was not expecting in the least.

He's so happy. I love seeing him so happy.

The show was over way too soon in my opinion, and I knew Harry thought the same, even after singing Kiwi twice in a row, just because of how excited the crowd was at his feet.

I love watching him like that, his eyes crinkled by the harsh light of the stage spotlights, smile wider than the sun, and his eyes had this glitter in them, a glitter that I love.

I've never been around, or been in love, with someone that meant as much to me as Harry does in this single moment, seeing him climb off the stage, his hair sweaty, but still in tight curls by his head. I stand back and just watch him, thinking to myself silently, knowing that no matter how hard it is, I want to be with him.

We leave for Philadelphia soon, early in the morning tomorrow, and there's a strong chance that the single time change will fuck not only me up, but him too. That sounds exhausting.

I watch as Dez and Lindsay, a dark skinnedo beautiful woman, her hair tied back in beautiful braids, and they just stand and wait for Harry, me walking forward when Dez waves at me.

"Hi guys!" I smile, stepping closer and Dez gives me a quick hug, letting me go.

"Lindsay this is Harrys Girlfriend Lila, Lila this is my wife Lindsay," he smiles and I shake the gorgeous woman's hand.

"I've heard so many good things about you! I absolutely love your dress, it's very elegant," I smile, looking down at her baby blue dress.

"It's lovely to meet you, Lila...thank you so much!," she grins, her voice soft. Harrys hand slides into my back as he walks up next to us, his chest still having heavy breaths.