Love on Tour

New York, NY IV *

New York City, New York Harryween Night One

After a very much-needed rest day in New York, both Harry and you were faced with having to leave your hotel room. You're in for a busy weekend, you've got a photo shoot to do, keeping you away from being with Harry all day, and he's taking advantage of that. He has a few surprises up and wants them to be safe. You enjoyed surprises and allowed him to do so.

You finished getting ready ten minutes ago, but Harry made you promise to leave the bathroom when he said so, wanting to show you something he did for you. You assured him you would see it later, but he insisted. You've settled on scrolling on your phone and texting Emerson; you'd arrive for breakfast later than planned. She was in town to help you with the shoot and review scripts you had to read.

"H, I really gotta go soon. Getting breakfast, and then I have that photo shoot done." You sigh, going to open the door when he swings it open.

He's got a nervous smile, "sorry, love. Didn't plan my time well."

Harry grabs your hand and guides you over to the couch before stopping and making you close your eyes. There's no winning with him, so you do as he says. He guides you slowly before he whispers to open them.

The sight before you brings you to tears. On what used to be a small side table now stands an altar with photos of your family. Two vases of marigolds sit in the center, a cup of water and a small plate with salt; the essentials. Your eyes shifted to look at the two photo frames on the side of the flowers, one with your parents hugging and the other is your grandparents, both wearing kitchen aprons with the biggest smiles on their faces. Four small battery candles lit up, illuminating the poorly made papel picado that hangs above and in front of the table.

"What is this?" You choked out.

"We made you an altar. I thought you needed it because I took you away from home."

"Oh, Harry," you turn to him, letting your tears run freely.

"And also because I was a jerk, and hope this makes up for it. If Mitch asks, it was all my idea."

Mitch is a softie. You're thankful they all care about you so much to do this for you.

"It's perfect."

"Yeah?"

You nod, wiping away your tears, stepping closer, and gently touching the photo of your parents. It's not often you see pictures because they are all mainly at your grandparent's home, preferring not to travel with them in fear of losing them. "Yes."

Harry places a comforting hand on your shoulder to let you know he's there for you. You love him, you do, and this moment really cements how much he loves you.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it."

You lean up, pressing your lips against his keeping it soft, hoping he feels all the love you are pouring into him.

"I love you, Bel. I know this is important to you."

You lean your head on his chest, staring at the altar, and nod, "I know you don't practice this. You may not believe in them visiting, but if you wanted-uh- it's okay to add a photo of your loved ones. You don't practice it, but it helps to remember them in high spirits."

Harry kisses your head, "thank you, darling."

You stare, not wanting to leave, and you hate that you'll have to soon.

"You didn't have to do this, even as an apology."

You feel him shrug, "I know, but I noticed you've been a little down, and well, I know how much this meant to you, so I thought I'd help, and you can teach me more about día de los muertos."