Love On Tour | HS

1- Las Vegas

Las Vegas, 12 am

"Thank you, Vegas!" he yelled into the microphone. Getting that adrenaline rush during performance never gets old. The sweat on his body showed just how much he has been working for this.

With it being his first how he wanted to go full out. He knew the first impressions were important but he also knew his fans would appreciate anything he did.

All the fans were different, they all had their own stories to tell. Each of them beautiful in their own way, he wanted to know them all.

However, there was one girl who he couldn't keep his eyes off of. The way her blond hair sat on her shoulders made him wonder if she liked it being pulled during sex.

The tight blue dress she was wearing hugged all of her curves making them irresistible. Even though he couldn't see her face, he knew she was gorgeous.

He watched her dance to his music, enjoying herself without any worry in the world. She left herself loosened up, the view on both sides was amazing.

He wondered if he would like the view of her underneath him naked, would she still have that effortless beauty?

They held eye contact until he walked off stage, he quickly got to his room without getting attacked by all the crazy fans. He still couldn't get her out of his head, he needed to know her, he needed to feel her, he craved her.

Backstage was chaotic as ever, everyone was cheering, congratulating, and drinking. They wanted to go celebrate the beginning of something magically but Harry had other plans.

He wanted to see her again.

Quickly getting undressed to change into something more comfortable, he changed into plain black jeans and decided to leave the pink top he was wearing during all the performances.

The security guard knocked on his door signaling it was clear for him to leave safely. As he's heading out, he grabbed his bag trying to find something. Rumbling through his bag he finally found what he was searching for... a condom.

"Might be my lucky night" he said out loud talking to himself. He opened the door to reveal his weirdly large body guard.

As the bodyguard escorted him out, they tried their best to get to the car without the mob of fans following... even though he wanted one fan to follow him.

Getting in the car was easier than expected, the driver was ready to go when someone suddenly opened the car door.

His eyes connected with hers making both of them speechless. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought this was my car" her voice more softer than he imagined

He was still staring at her, not able to keep his eyes off her. She cleared her through making him realize he was still staring at her.

"Your car?" he questioned her. "Yeah, I'm Amelie, famous for my amazing photographer," she said, sticking her hand out in a welcoming way.

"Harry" he said, shaking her but she already knew that. She was trying her best to stay composed, the last thing she wanted was for Harry Styles to think she's a crazy fan.

"Nice to meet you Harry" he looked behind her to see a mob of fans running towards him. "Get in" he said, moving over so she would have enough space to sit.

Not wasting any time he connected his lips with hers, her tongue sought permission he slightly opened his mouth allowing it inside. The kiss became deep, both of them knew what they were doing.

"Are you sure about this?" she questioned him, "Yes" he words were the only thing she needed more she started taking off her pants. The soft fabric she was wearing now laid on the floor of Harry's car.