You had been very reluctant to take your daughter to one of the boy's concerts, even with earmuffs on.
But Harry had whined and begged and in the end you had agreed to take her to the one in London.
It is a full house and the noise in insane. You keep looking at your baby girl, making sure the muffs were still covering her ears.
"She's fine, babe, look at her, she's already having loads of fun." Harry chuckles, standing next to you and gazing lovingly at his girls You sigh and smile.
"I guess, I'm just worried, it's what I do, I'm a mum now, you know? Mums worry!" you explain.
He puts an arm around your waist and kisses your forehead.
"I know, love, but tonight is as much for you as it is for her. You haven't been to a concert in forever, so every single note coming out of my mouth tonight will be for you.. and our daughter." He kisses you softly, then bends a little and kisses your daughter's forehead.
She wrinkles her nose and smiles, grabbing his cheeks with her little hands. Harry chuckles, kissing her once more and leaves to go on stage.
Paul guides you under the stair-construction of the stage.
"You should see this." he tells you and places you right in the middle of the stage, hidden under the stairs.
The arena is completely dark, the noise of the crowd growing louder. Then the lights turn on, illuminating four mic stands and the crowd explodes.
Harry appears, from who knows where, yells, "Good evening, Londooooon!" and steps to the front of the stage, spreading his arms wide, gesturing for the crowd to scream. You smile.
"Look, baby, your dad is a freaking Rockstar!" you tell the little girl in your arms, who stares at man, who's bathing in the flashing lights.
This is one for the books, you think, goosebumps covering your arms.
