Love on Tour

Chicago, IL

Night One 

There's a lot you've done that you'd consider crazy, say jumping out of a plane at eighteen, bungee jumping at nineteen, and your personal favorite, canyoning at twenty-two. You're all about taking risks and looking for the next high, but never did you expect to be on a tour bus at midnight driving to Chicago with Harry Styles.

You never pictured it, but there's nowhere else you rather be.

After confirming you had an open schedule, Harry asked you to come along for the weekend shows in Chicago (little did you know he was planning to invite you to join for longer.) You looked at Naomi for advice, but the smile on her face said everything for you. Then you looked at Jeff, who looked surprised but shrugged, letting you know he didn't mind what you decided. You told him you'd need to grab your suitcase from Naomi's.

Harry wrapped you up in a hug, urging you to get going and to text him Naomi's address that the bus would pick you up and you'd leave from there. Harry, the true gentleman he was proving to be, knocked on the apartment door, taking a quick look inside before carrying your suitcase. Urging you to follow along. Naomi walked down the steps with you, carrying a new bunnies tote bag with all your essential items.

"Go be wild." She told you with a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the bum.

"Thanks, I love you."

"Yeah, once he falls in love with you, you'll owe me a trip to Jamaica." You roll your eyes at her giving her one last wave before going up the steps of the bus.

"Te quiero," she shouts.

You turn back, smiling at her. "Y yo a ti."

Climbing up the few steps, you stop and stand at the entrance taking it all in. There's a closed door that you assume leads to the bunks, a nice makeshift kitchen, and a couch that looks comfortable enough to sleep in and not wake up with a sore back.

The tour bus is exactly what you expected. What you didn't expect was to see lots of little things around. He truly has made it home. A photo of his family is on a small shelf with a few books. There are candles on the counter and a black bag on the couch. His Vans are lying under a small table fit for four people if they squeeze in tight.

Harry comes out from the closed door, leaving it open. "Hey, come on in."

You move closer to him, feeling a little out of your element. You feel yourself retreating and wanting to step out of the bus and into the comfort of your best friend's apartment. Harry has a warm smile, and you know you trust him, but you're not in your element. You're not sure how to act with someone you met once so many years ago.

"Are you nervous?" He takes your hands in his as he can see you shaking a bit. You nod, not able to talk, trying to take deep breaths. "Let's sit." He guides you to the couch, leaving a small gap between you. "Do you want to get off?"

"No."

"Okay," he looks nervous, but you offer him a slight grin letting him know you're doing better. "Right, this is a bit crazy. I mean, I just wanted to spend more time with you selfishly. You only know a few people on this tour, but we'll do introductions tomorrow, and you'll be okay. Promise everyone is kind."

You let out a long breath you had taken. "Thank you, I think I just got too into my head."

"I understand; you okay?"

You squeeze his hands, "I'm okay."

"Great, just know anything you need, just ask. This is my private bunk. Jeff and Tommy ride with me. The band has one of their own, a few more for the crew, and Mitch and Sarah have their own because of the baby." He explains that all the buses had driven off, and you barely left the city.