Matilda

six

When the tour started a week ago in Las Vegas I would've never imagined in a million years that I could go that long without any panic attacks or breakdowns. Mostly because of the distance between Val and me. She's the one always giving me safety, I don't have to think about who I am when I'm with her. I miss her like hell but we do speak every day on the phone, that helps.

What also helps is that I feel more comfortable around Harry. We hung out a few times the past week and everything gets easier. Like I don't think about him as a celebrity anymore every time he talks to me. He's just Harry, a normal person with a not-so-normal job.

He also told me that it makes him uncomfortable when people around him refer to him as the singer Harry Styles. Sometimes he just wants to be Harry, and I honestly can't blame him for that.

The whole team is just walking into the hotel since we got here by bus from the airport, where we arrived from Dallas a few hours ago.

Some heads turn here and there but after going to public places with Harry for a week it doesn't feel that awkward anymore.

We already got our key cards from a staff member and now try to squeeze everyone into one elevator. Don't ask me why.

Mitch and Sarah stand in the very back, Mitch already scrolling unbothered through his phone. Elin and Naomi go in after them, clearly not liking that but going along with it anyways. Pauli basically runs into them, which leaves Harry and me being the last ones.

"I think I'm just gonna wait for the next one." I say with a slight laugh.

"No way, you both come in here now." Pauli rejects.

Harry turns to look at me with an apologetic smile. "C'mon." He whispers.

I sigh to myself and get in the elevator after Harry, genuinely having to squeeze into his body. He's facing me and I try to hold my duffle back by my side to not hurt him with all that equipment stuff.

The other ones fall into a conversation when the doors finally close. We're all on the 26th floor so that's gonna be the longest minute of my life.

I'm noticeably shorter than Harry, so my eyes align with his chest. As I look up at him, he's already looking down at me, and our eyes lock.

God, he smells so good. I said that once and I'll still say it every time my nostrils take in his scent.

We stand so close, my arms being the only thing separating our chests. I feel his going up and down every time he breathes, pushing against my fists.

It got hot in here, didn't it?

When I look at him again his eyes are still on me, but now there's a grin plastering his lips. Why's he always grinning like that?!

And how damn long does that elevator need to arrive?!

Suddenly there's the ding I waited for forever. Shortly after, the doors open and I have to be careful not to stumble backwards.

"See you guys later." I say before I turn around and make my way towards my room. I'm almost there when I hear Harry calling out my name, so I stop and wait for him to come up to me.

"Hey." He says when he reaches me.

"What's up?" I ask.

What's up? Seriously?!

He lets out a chuckle. "Do you have plans? I wanted to show you something." His cheesy side is gone. Now there's a somewhat embarrassed look on his face?

"Oh sure, in 20?" I ask him, needing a bit of time to settle and refresh.

"In 20 it is." He sounds relieved. Weird, he didn't struggle to ask me the past week.