Love on Tour

Chicago, IL II

Night Two

It was the second day in Chicago, and you were excited. The crowd was terrific last night. You weren't sure how he'd top the previous night, but knowing Harry, he'd find a way.

After a late-night rendezvous that was cut a bit early, Harry had an early start once more. You didn't think nine was that early; after all, he did deserve to sleep in just a bit more. Needed the energy. So after enjoying an episode of Midnight Mass and grabbing the last piece of pizza, you gave Harry a loud, obnoxious peck on his cheek and ran out of the room before he could even think about walking you down.

Of course, once arriving at your room, you shot him a text, followed by a second telling him you didn't want a response, only for him to go to sleep. And well, he responded with two "xx," and who were you to get mad at that.

Sarah woke you up at eight am, asking if you could look after her baby boy for a little while as she needed to shower, and Mitch hadn't come up with breakfast yet. You assured her not to worry and took him.

The tiny bub looked up at you, clearly trying to see if he could recognize you. He didn't cry, so you assumed things were good. You showed him around your hotel room before sitting by the window, taking in a cloudy Chicago.

A good half an hour before, there was a knock on your door, interrupting the tummy time you both were having as he reached for small items you put in front of him. One is a small rattle he came in with and a little bear you had tucked away in your backpack from your time in London that was supposed to stay in Naomi's home but ended up here. You decided he could keep it as he had not let it go for some time. As soon as you heard the knock, you frowned; knowing your time with him was over, you hurried to the door after picking him up. The famous trio, Harry, Mitch, and Sarah, were in front of you.

Mitch was quick to reach for him once his son locked eyes with him. "Hi, my darling," he whispered before thanking you in the same voice.

"How was he?"

"An angel, perfect. We're besties now." You smile as he brings his hand up, waving the bear around as well as he could in his little baby arms.

Sarah grins, bringing you in for a hug, "thank you for the help. I appreciate it. Mitch clears his throat, "sorry, we appreciate it," she corrects.

"I'm happy I could help."

Harry has not said a word and only continues to stare at you. You feel a little awkward, "Alright there, Harry?"

"Huh, oh yeah." He clears his throat. "Just surprised to have seen you with a little angel."

"Helps to be neighbors."

Harry hums, "might ask to be moved closer so they'd ask me the godfather."

"Hush, Harry. You see him enough. Plush, she's got babysitting references, unlike you." Sarah defends.

Harry scoffs before looking at you, shooting you a smile and a wink to let you know it's all in fun. "Tell that to my godchildren."

"You see them a few times a year." Mitch butts in.

"Aish, no fun. You lot. Always picking on me." He looks down, fighting back a smile.

"Where you off to?" You ask, seeing that they got a few bags on them.

"Right, come to let you know the time to pack everything for the bus, and it'll take us over." You nod, unsure why he was asking you to pack it up when this was where you'd be leaving him, but you knew better than to bring it up in front of others.

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You had wanted to change at the venue, and Harry happily gave up his dressing room for you. He told you he was giving you half an hour, then wanted to come back to hang out. You decided to keep it casual, wearing maroon high-waisted flares you forgot you slipped in, pairing them with a black silk button-up and red boots. Your other clothing was put in your tote back. You decided to do something different for your makeup; you got the gold glitter from your bag and added it as your eye shadow, then a little on your open chest showcasing your black bralette, just enough to tease and not enough to cause a scandal.