Love on Tour

Atlanta, GA II

Atlanta, Georgia Night Two

Back-to-back shows are fun but so tiring. You were up early, having promised Harry you'd go on a run together, hoping he'd forget, but he didn't. You regretted it the first mile, but your endorphins were hitting after the second, and you wanted to keep going. It was a great way to explore the city and spend time with Harry since he was always needed everywhere on the day of the show.

Harry kept you close to him; today, he knew you wanted to spend time with your friends but also wanted to be selfish. There was comfort in knowing there was only a short distance between you today at all times.

You had downtime, having come back from soundcheck and resting. You weren't tired enough for a nap, just had your eyes closed as Harry played with your hair. He was silent, and you knew he had something on his mind. He was fidgety, not allowing himself to sit long.

"Sleeping, baby?"

"No."

"Need to talk about something."

You blink your eyes open, adjusting to the light sitting up. You turn, resting your legs on his lap. He's staring at you, looking worried, and you don't like that, so to fix it, you lean in and give him a kiss he happily responds to. The nerves wash away as you wait for him to speak up.

"Well, last time you got upset because I didn't communicate, and now I want to be upfront." Shows you he's been listening and trying to be better. You take hold of his hand, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles to let him know you appreciate him.

"Well, there will be a final show after Houston and Little Rock. In Long Island, this new arena is opening up, and well, it's their grand opening, and I hope you can be there."

That's huge to be the opener to a new arena that he is sure to sell out, and he wanted you there.

"Harry, that's amazing. I'd love to be there."

"You would?" He asked, surprised.

"Of course, if I can be there supporting you, I will be."

Harry can't contain his excitement and brings you in for a passionate kiss. "I love you," he breathes against your lips.

"I'm here for you, H. For as long as you want me," you promise.

"Forever, my love."

The moment ends a few seconds after Sarai bursts in with no Naomi insight.

"What's up, lovely?"

"Estoy enojada?" Sarai mumbles. I'm mad.

You frown. It's very odd for them to fight. "Qué Paso?" What happened?

"Naomi no me quiso dar tu suéter," Sarai complains about a sweater Naomi won't give them.

"Mi suéter?" You're  confused, as they argue about a sweater glancing at Harry, smiling at you, not tuned into the conversation.

"El del otro día que te quito." The sweater from the other day.

"Y por qué se lo pelean?" Why are you fighting for it ?

"Lo quiero usar y ella dijo que no." I wanted to use it and she said no.

Before you can respond, Naomi walks in with the infamous sweater.

"They're lying," Naomi states, not glancing at her partner.

"Right, it's your turn to explain."

She steps forward and clears her throat, "well, I want to wear it because when I return it at the end of the night, it'll smell like me, and you'll think of me when you wear it. But if Sarai wears it, it will smell like them."