Back in time (A One Direction fanfic) One Direction X Reader

Management knows best

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

MATURE CONCEPTS

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Tommorow is the first show of our first tour. On the drive here Harry told his mom all about how he asked me out, it was cute that he wanted to tell his mom about it... I just wish I wasn't in the car for it. It was a little embarrassing but still cute.

When we got to the hotel the boys and I spent the first night together, it was one big sleepover. That's when Harry thought it'd be a good idea to tell them we were together. There reactions were different but none were surprised.

Today our management team had Harry and I sit in the office with them at the Watford Colosseum. They told us we weren't allowed to publicly display our relationship. It would destroy our band. They didn't make sense to either of us but we agreed. We just couldn't hold hands when cameras were around, sounds easy enough.

Management was taking this whole thing way to seriously, they wrote up a list of rules harry and I had to follow. It included Harry and I having to get fake relationships with people outside the band. They said it was so that it wouldn't seem to suspicious that we were both single and always together.

This is so unfair, Louie and Eleanor don't have to hide there relationship, and Liam is hiding his but that was out of choice. Liam doesn't have to date someone else.

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the first show of our tour
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The guys and I were extremely nervous this morning. We were told it'd be a packed house tonight. We did one more stage rehearsal that morning then got ready for the show. They had us put on outfits that kinda resembled each other but not enough that we all looked the same. It was the first show so we didn't protest to the outfits but after the show we did talk to them about what we wanted to have on for the rest of the tour.

During the show I couldn't help but smile. Niall and I messed around almost the whole time, Liam kept telling us to stop... We didn't stop.

After the show Harry and I didn't eat much, we were filled with nerves from the show and we also wanted to be alone for a little while. Liam was supposed to be sharing a room with Harry but agreed to swap rooms with me so I could sleep with Harry. We didn't talk much, we just laid there until we both thought we should get ready for bed.

Harry thought he'd be funny and act like he was going to take a shower with me but he ended up taking one by himself. Once again coming to bed without a shirt on, I'm starting to except it as the new normal. I'm not going to lie and say that I'm hating it. I'm actually starting to really like sleepy shirtless Harry, especially when he's just gotten out of the shower.

When his curly hair is still a little wet from him towel drying it, he likes to shake it like a dog to it makes me laugh. Then he likes to lay down with me, pulling me to him so our arms are around each other, so Im close and on his chest. The smell of his body wash still lingering, it sends me into a trance. I believe he knows what it dose to me, since this is the second time in a row that he had done it... Or it is because it makes him comfortable and I'm just over thinking things... Yeah it's probably that second one.

tommorow we leave for Westcliff-on-Sea since that's were tomorrow's show is, there won't be time to have a stage rehearsal so we're just gonna wing it.

I've been thinking about what Emily said a lot lately, about how Harry would be the right guy to have my first kiss with. I've decided that I would like my first kiss to happen not because of an event but because of a moment.

New years is coming up soon and I don't want my first kiss with Harry to be because of the New years kiss thing, or because of a mistletoe. I want my first kiss to be because the moment feels right, not because I feel expected to do it.

❤️ Harry's POV ❤️

When I found out Y/n hadn't been kissed before I knew I had to be the guy that had her first and last kiss. Y/n is so beautiful and sweet that I hardly believed that she'd never been kissed before, you'd have to be stupid to not want to have her let alone kiss her.

I try not to think about it to much but whenever I'm alone with my thoughts all l can think about is her. Her smile, her eyes, the way her voice sounds when she's talking about the music she loves, wether it's a song we've made or a song she's heard on the radio. Then if I let my mind travel down those thoughts I go from the things I love about her to the moments of love to have with her. Like a kiss in Paris or a dance threw Rome. Then I think about things that I'd never tell her out loud, unless I was drunk or had a death wish. But the thought of her in my hands and her loving every minute of it, it's a dream.

My dream