Love On Tour (H.S)

#7 Stay or leave?

The room was in silence. "Harry I..." I tried to speak.

"Say that again please?" I asked. "I said you could stay here with me... And tour with me... O-only if you're y wanted to..." he replied nervously. It's kinda cute to see him nervous.

"Well I would have to think about it." I winked at him.

He gave me a small smile before I almost got out of bed to hug him but then remembered that I was naked. "Umm where are the clothes?" I asked him.

"Oh sorry there are u-uhmn here, take your time." he said and ran off. I giggled and got changed. Later I came out and looked at him. He was eating pancakes as I looked up at him with puppy eyes. "Want some?" he asked and I nodded.

"The cutlery is over the-" I cut him off by taking his fork and taking a big juicy bite of pancakes covered in maple syrup.

"I have eaten off of that!" he said looking at me. "And?" I asked. "Your so strange.... Anyway how's the outfit?" he asked.

"Why did you pick the shirt with the most buttons ever?! There are still buttons on the back that I can't get." I said.

He looked at me and smirked. "I'm good with buttons."

At that point my cheeks went RED and my eyes widened. "I-" he walked behind me and buttoned the rest up to tease me.

I then sighed in relief. "I-I thought you meant taking out the buttons." I said laughing mentally.

"I did." he said with that smug smile on his face. I went bright red again.

"You have issues." I said and he chocked on his pancake. "Oh I have issues huh?" he said. "Yeah, you do!" I said back confidently.

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Harry was now getting his hair done by the hairstylist and I was trying not to laugh. Since I was a guest I had to wait backstage and watch there so I just wanted to see Harry before he went on stage.

She was now done his hair and left, I went over to him and put my hand through his curly brown hair. "Awww Harry you getting you hair done for you. " I teased him.

"Hmm. " he closed his eyes. "Does that feel nice?" I asked still putting my fingers through his perfect hair.

"Yeah. " he said then pulled me on his LAP! What the actual fuck?! Harry fucking Styles pulled me on his lap.

"Harry I'm on your l-" I got cut off. "I know... Stay till I go on. "

We both looked into each others eyes, me holding his hair and him holding my thighs so I would stay on his lap. He moved his head closer then I moved mine. "Harry it's time for you to go on. " we heard a shout at the door.

I gave him a small smile and got off his lap.

"Break a leg... " I said. "I'll break my leg falling for you... " he said as I giggled at his cheesy pickup line.

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He gave a final wave to his fans before running off stage to me.

"So, what did you think?" he asked.
"Eh it was alright. " I said teasing him. "Oh c'mon it was only alright. " he laughed.

"No I just.. I don't know how to explain how good you are... Your voice is just so... "

He suddenly laughed at me.

"What?" I asked. "You sound like a little girl talking about her high school crush." he laughed more.

I laughed along but it wasn't funny... Was I falling for him? Do I want to go on tour with him?