Love on Tour

Los Angeles, CA *

Los Angeles, California

It's the first show of three, and you know you're in for a long emotional week. Harry had shared how he had many friends joining for all three nights, and you were happy for him knowing he was excited to have the people who helped him get to where he was now in the audience.

Being in Los Angeles with Harry was freeing. You were aware of avoiding paparazzi and visiting the best places together. Harry promised a few places he wanted to take you, though you wouldn't hold it to him, knowing it would be a busy few days. Jeff had asked you to come early; something about walking around the venue and seeing how they had decorated for three sold-out nights.

Harry drove you straight to the underground parking. Upon arrival, a few people were waiting around for him. By the greeting, it was clear they all knew Harry well. After quick introductions, everyone paused momentarily, taking you in. The surprise was evident on all their faces, but no one asked for a photo, only expressing how much they enjoyed your work. One of them, Lily, you remembered joked what someone as cool as you was doing with Harry. It eased the tension you didn't even know you were feeling. Harry was whisked away at some point, leaving you with Anne. Not that you minded. After speaking in San Diego and having a lovely day together yesterday, you felt safe with Anne. If you encountered a problem, there was no fear of asking her for help or to talk with you. In a way, she was the perfect person having to see her child grow up in the spotlight.

After Harry left you for Jeff, you decided to change into your outfit for the night. As much as you wanted to sneak up to the terrace and begin your walk around, you knew you should wait for Harry because he was just as excited. After finishing your light makeup, you went to sit down with your camera in hand. Your film camera was one of your most prized possessions as it was a graduation present from your grandparents.

It was not cheap, but your grandparents assured you they wanted to gift it to you. Saying how you selflessly never asked for anything growing up. This was a gift for being you. You remember their words clearly, "por ser la persona más cariñosa y amable de su vida."

Before you can get lost in your memories, Harry's laugh spills into the room from the hallway, the door wide open. He's got an old Fleetwood Mac shirt with holes all over, something Anne shook her head at this morning. "Bel, you ready?"

You stand up quickly, taking his hand as you lead through the hallways; you are quick to memorize. Harry leads you up some secret steps to a door that exits right at the terrace. Workers walk by you, sneaking glances but never stopping. There is so much going on that you aren't sure where to focus first. That is, until Harry captures your attention.

"You're allowed to invite friends, you know?"

"Where, amor?" You ask, confused.

"To my show."

You laugh, caught off guard. "Oh. Thank you."

Harry stops walking, surprised you didn't say more. "Well, are you?"

"Am I going to what?"

"Invite friends," he repeats.

You can see this has bothered Harry, or he would have let it go. "Don't know, H. Many of them are filming in different cities," you pause.

"Is it because they don't like my music?"

"They like your music," you assure him.

"Then, what is it?"

You shake your head, a timid smile on your face. "They told me they're nervous about meeting you."

"Well, you need new friends," he answers.