You swear you had been looking at your own ass in the mirror for 10 minutes by now, Harry was currently on stage for the second time at Coachella dancing and singing his little heart out, you can hear his voice blaring through the tv that you had on in the dressing room, not wanting to miss a beat of the show, he looked incredible in his pink and silver trousers and waistcoat dotted with strawberries and cherries, the eye catcher being the diamantéd h and s on the back pockets of his trousers, but little did he know that you had slipped on your very own pair of those exact trousers.
You had managed to get a pair after asking very nicely at one of Harry's fitting when he was in another room collecting his things, he happily agreed 'you want your initials on the back pockets?' He asks certain he knew the answer already but he was quickly proven wrong.
'Well was thinking I could have H's initials, you know to support him and all' you come up with a not well though out excuse that didn't sound at all convincing.
He looks at you weirdly 'you know what I don't even wanna know' he decides and you can't help but laugh, you cheeks getting slightly red.
'What are you too laughing at?' Harry asks walking back into the room.
'Nothing H' you laugh.
'Yeah it's nothing, your girlfriends just weird' he give you a knowing look, catching onto the fact that you wanted to keep your little transaction a secret.
You catch your self day dreaming back to that day, getting excited now that you could finally surprise Harry with them and the thought alone has you rushing to get back to the stage.
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You enjoy the last 45 minutes of Harry singing some old and new songs even being joined by Lizzo for a cover of 'I will Survive', before Harry is thanking everyone and blowing kisses to the crowd and is then running back into your arms in a sweaty hug.
'You did soo good my little rockstar' you smile into his neck.
'Thankyou baby, s'all for you' he tells you truthfully.
'C'mon let's get to the car' you take his hand leading him making sure to walk a little ahead of him because you know that he hadn't seen your outfit choice as of yet, due to his head being a little fuzzled with adrenaline.
'Fuck' is all he says and you don't have to ask him what he's referring to.
'What's wrong baby?'
'You know exactly what, where did you get those trousers?'
'I may have asked Lambert very nicely to make me a pair, how do they look'
'Fucking incredible, especially with my intitials stapled you your ass' he reached his hand out to run over the diamantéd letters before giving your ass a cheeky squeeze.
You finally find the car that would take you back to the hotel, but before you can say hello to any of the numerous driver and other people looming about Harry firmly grasps your hips so that you are walking directly infront of him, and that's when you feel it, you suddenly realise he was trying to conceal a now prominent boner in his pants with your body so that he wouldn't be suspected by anyone, the feeling has you biting back a gasp.
He manoeuvres you to get into the car quickly, before shutting the door and you feel a pang of relief that there was screen separating yourselves and the driver. 'You got hard that quickly baby' you tease as soon as Harry slips in and slams the door shut.
'You have no idea what you do to me' he pulls you into his lap and smashes his lips against yours, you loved how needy he was being. The thing about Harry was that he was the most caring boyfriend, the best you had ever had but another one of his traits was that he was protective and that came with a tad of possessiveness, which you were definitely fuelling right now. 
