Love on Tour

Milwaukee, WI

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

New York always treated you well, but you were happy to continue with the tour. Harry was excited to be in Wisconsin. He shared how he was a big fan of the Green Bay Packers. You were too kind to burst his bubble that you already knew. He wore that fact about himself with pride slipping it in interviews or spotting out fans in the crowd wearing a jersey.

There's something about visiting new cities with Harry. It makes them memorable and hold a new place in your heart. It really is about the memories because if it weren't for him, you'd find nothing remarkable about Wisconsin. It's a great state, just not meant for you.

Everyone was excited for show day; lots of chatter and laughter were heard around the arena, and orders to fix lights or secure wardrobe.

It seemed like a great day, except you noticed Harry was quiet today, reserved. You had no idea what it could mean or how to help, he was always talkative and cuddly, yet today you've only received a few kisses and a single "I love you."

To be honest, it made you worried. No one else seemed to pick up on it. You gave him space but were near in case he needed you. You hoped he would.

It went like that all day; the soundcheck was calm. He walked out with you holding your hand, grinned, and kissed you repeatedly as you told him, "I love you," repeatedly as he was yelled at to get on stage. Not as present on stage and made little comments but no jokes as usual. The band assumed he was tired, but Mitch shot you a look. You shrugged, not knowing what it could be.

After that, you had dinner with Mitch and Sarah. The parents ate while you and Harry watched over the young bub, who was growing too fast. He shared small smiles with the young baby, mainly leaving you to chat about nothing with the baby and your friends at the same time.

Ayae came in search of Harry when it was time to get ready, as she liked starting with him in case anything came up at the last minute. She knew she had time. He got up, not looking to see if you were following until he got to the door, turning to see you seated, not having given the baby back. You urged him to go on, saying you'd be there soon.

To your surprise, he listened, nodding, and whether he liked to admit it or not, all he wanted was some time alone, and you'd get that for him.

"You look like a creamsicle." You smiled, closing the door behind you, moving towards him to fix his collar, but stopped when he turned to look at you.

Harry narrows his eyes at you, "are you laughing at me?"

You laugh, "what, no. I happen to love creamsicles a lot, second only to paletas de fresa."

Harry relaxes and meets you halfway, kissing your lips, "fine."

He walks over to the mirror, smoothing out the peach shirt with lace overlay tucked into his cream wide-leg trousers and leather boots. Harry looks stunning. It might be the first time you didn't greet him with a direct compliment, making him feel a little insecure.

"Harry,"

"Yes, my love," he looks at you timidly.

"I think you look amazing. Sorry if you thought differently." Your words are sincere, making him turn to look at you.

He opens his arms wide, gesturing for you to come closer, and you do so. You tuck your face in his chest, allowing him to rest his chin on your head. "Don't have to apologize. I know what you think, could see it in your eyes. Just feeling a bit off tonight."

"Do you want to be alone for a bit?" You offer, knowing it would help to clear his mind.

"Would you mind?"