"Remind me what you were last year," you asked.
The question felt weird and it was hard to believe that Harry had been a stranger to you at this time last year given his constant presence in your life over the past ten months.
"Was Dorothy one night and a clown the next," he said, voice gravelly from the combination of sleep and overuse.
"You set the bar pretty high for someone who supposedly hates Halloween," you said affectionately, snuggling closer to him underneath the blankets.
"I try to be a good sport. You know, for Mitch" he replied, smirking and popping one eye open. "Get over here, you're so far away."
"Harry, if I was any closer I'd be on top of you."
"Exactly! Get over here." He lunged for you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you giggled into his shoulder. Once his grip was secure, he rolled back onto his side of the bed, pulling you with him. When he stopped moving, he opened his eyes and gazed up at you. "Hi..." he said softly.
"Can you give me another hint as to what you're going to be this year? Is it another group costume?"
"You are relentless, woman!" Harry exclaimed, shaking his head. "What am I going to do with you?"
"You're going to tell me what your costume is."
"Nope," he replied, pressing his lips against yours, hoping the gesture would placate you and halt the inquisition.
"If you won't tell me, how are we supposed to do a couple's costume?"
"Oh, are you planning on joining me on stage?"
"No," you said quickly. "You know I'm not about that."
"Then just be patient, love," Harry said, moving his hand up your body to rub the back of your neck. "I think you're going to be pleased with what you see tonight. Let's just get breakfast now." He released you and nudged you towards the edge of the bed. "How do you feel about scrambled eggs?"
Thanks to the weekend and a couple of well-deserved vacation days, you'd landed in Los Angeles on Thursday evening, ready for a weekend of shows and relaxation. You hadn't done much else other than watch Harry perform, and he'd apologized for doing a poor job at playing host, explaining that he really needed his rest. You didn't care though, it was a treat just to get to sit next to him.
You'd headed over to the arena with him in the afternoon, occupying yourself with your phone and making conversation with whoever was around as Harry went through soundcheck and warmed before retreating from the backstage area when he was told it was time to get dressed. "Have fun, love," he said on his way out of the room. "I'll be looking for you," he added with a wink.
With about an hour left until showtime, you took your time putting the finishing touches on your own costume. You'd opted for the easy way out, a version of Where's Waldo, complete with a striped top and cap, and when you'd finished dressing you made your way into the arena and settled into the area cordoned off for friends and family to watch Ben's set. When he'd finished, you settled for people watching around the arena.
It was fun to see what everyone was dressed as. Many had dressed up like Harry and there were even a few dressed up as Marvel characters. You checked your phone and saw that Harry and the rest of the band were running late, which made you nervous, even though you knew there wasn't a reason to be. What did he have up his sleeve? Finally you saw Pauli and Elin come out of the tunnel and head to the stage in bright pink bomber jackets.
No. He wouldn't dare.
You flashed back to a conversation you'd had several months ago. You were in his arms, sweat cooling on your bodies as you both tried to catch your breath.
