The Opening Act (H.S) {Completed - Editing}

Normal Coupley Things

"Babe. Babe. Babeeee."

I groan and move further down into the blankets. "Harry, I love you, but leave me alone."

He giggles and I can't help but smile. "We're at the venue. Well, apparently we've been at the venue since two in the morning but we were sleeping."

"I don't care," I mumble tiredly. I feel Pancake crawl over my legs and towards Harry.

"I'm going to the gym. Wanna be the best girlfriend ever and come with me?" He asks quietly. I feel his fingers gently brush against my face as he moves all of my ratty hair out of my eyes. How he just ignores my grumpiness every morning is beyond me.

"I'm already the best girlfriend ever," I pout.

He smiles and leans forward to kiss my pout. "True. But I don't wanna go alone."

"You just wanna see me wearing very little clothing and getting all sweaty."

"Guilty. But pleaseee?"

I laugh and sit up slowly. "Fine. Let me get dressed and de-zombie myself."

He stays in bed since he's already in his gym clothes. I dig through my clothes, eventually finding gym shorts and a sports bra. I grab a tank top and go into the bathroom to change and clean myself up. I brush my teeth and throw my hair up in a ponytail after I get dressed, then I meet up with Harry at the door of the bus with everything I need.

When we step off the bus, fans scream from a distance. We both wave at them but retreat to the car instead of going over to them.

We stay at the gym for about an hour before we head back to the buses to shower. For some reason Harry wouldn't take a shower unless it was with me, so we somehow managed to both wash up in the small shower on my bus.

"Alright," I grab an apple from the fridge and take it over to the cutting board. "We did what you wanted to do, now we get to do what I want."

Harry groans. "Why do I have to go? Why can't you just go with Lottie or something?"

"You don't even know what I was going to say."

He looks at me like I'm stupid and chuckles. "Shopping. I know you."

I frown. "Yeah, but only for a little bit before going to the record store. Which was the main thing I was going to say."

He looks at me skeptically. "Huh. That sounds fun."

I take a bite of an apple slice. "I know it does. Otherwise I wouldn't have invited you."

He comes up behind me and puts his hands on my waist. His other arm sneaks around me and grabs a slice of the apple. "We should make cookies."

"Why?"

"Uh, do we need a reason?"

I shrug. "After the mall and record store. There's some vinyls I want to buy."

He pouts. I knew he was hoping to get out of shopping. He probably would be totally willing to come with if we skipped the mall part of it. I spin around after setting the knife and apple down. I clasp my hands together at the back of his neck and stand up straighter to give him a kiss. He hums in appreciation against my lips.

"I love you. Go get a car ready so we can go."

"Fine," he grunts and storms out of the bus. I giggle and put the remains of my apple in a bag and in the fridge. I'd only eaten a few slices but oh well.

Once we're at the mall, Harry immediately falls into a slump. I ignore him and drag him into Kohl's. I haven't shopped in a Kohl's in forever and they're playing One Direction in the juniors section, which immediately irritates Harry. I try telling him there's a men's section but he says he's fine (translation: it's not Gucci so he doesn't care). I normally wouldn't shop here either if I'm honest, but options were limited and I need some dresses for this summer weather.

I try on a few dresses, showing Harry each of them. He seems to really enjoy the low cut in the front of two of them. He's never much help when it comes to shopping. Which is strange for a man who loves fashion. Maybe he just doesn't like shopping with me...

I decide on four of the dresses and a few other items. I take Harry's hand and he stumbles behind me as we head over to shoes. I was in shoe heaven. I found two pairs of heels and two pairs of sandals.

Once were done in Kohl's I go into ULTA and get my makeup quickly. I tease Harry about the perfume stand that had One Direction plastered all over it and he rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out to ignore me. Too much of himself in one day, I guess.

After ULTA I call it a day. I didn't need anything else, so we grab some food to go from the food court and head back out to the car. I really only needed to go to ULTA, but we had to walk through Kohl's to get there with the way this mall was set up so I wandered some. I tell the driver where to go and then Harry and I start eating while he goes to the record store.

We can't find parking because it's on a city street, so the driver parks a few blocks down and Harry and I get out to walk. Harry's arm swings over my shoulder as we walk and I stay close to his body.

"Today has actually been kind of... normal."

"Except for the fact that we're performing to at least forty thousand people tonight," Harry smiles.

"True."

"But you're right. And I've enjoyed it."

I look at him with confusion and he laughs. "You complained every two minutes at the mall. And we weren't even there that long."

"Gotta seem manly, love," he jokes and chuckles.

"Well it seemed more childish to me."

He kisses my head and smiles. "Shut up."

"And if I don't?" I challenge.

"Then I get to eat cookie dough off your body tonight."

I look at him and smirk. "Is that a bad thing?"

His eyes widen and I start laughing. "Now it's definitely happening."

I shove him away playfully as I laugh and walk into the record store. I go over to the first rack and start flipping through the vinyls. Harry comes over and stands next to me, looking through a separate stack while looking over my shoulder too.

"Hey isn't this one that you were looking at getting?" He holds up The 1975 and I snatch it from his hands. "I'll take that as a yes."

I find Ed's first album, Sam Smith's album, Taylor's albums Red and 1989, Shania's greatest hits, a few Elvis albums, and so many more. I had a huge stack when I went to the front desk to buy everything.

Harry and I head into Starbucks when we're done at the record store. We get a table in the very corner after getting our drinks. I order an iced latte off the secret menu that is supposed to be some cookie flavor, but just tastes like sugar.

"Why did you get something cookie related? Aren't we having cookie dough tonight?" Harry smirks and I smack his arm playfully. If this boy would control himself for once in his life I could find complete happiness. I don't think it'll ever happen.

"Shut up, Styles."