Hunger [H.S]

June (part 4)

Frankie's friends returned to Harry's dressing room, smiling and laughing, obviously happy with the outcome of their argument with the younger women. Abi was all smiles, as she hugged Frankie and kissed her cheek. "If anybody ever says something like that to or about you again, I will melt them with my fiery tongue," she chuckled. 

Mirah was making an impression of Abi, sounding like a mafioso type, threatening to off someone, if they even breathed wrong. They all laughed and Frankie felt the warm wave of relief rolling over her. She had immaculate and wonderful friends fighting for her in her corner. And if she added up all her wins; her family, her friends and her boyfriend, she was indeed a very lucky woman. 

When it was time for Harry to get dressed for his set, the other girls left to find a good spot in the VIP section. Frankie stayed behind with Harry. "Just to gawk inappropriately at you," she giggled and winked at him. 

He chuckled and took off his t-shirt and trousers, so he was only wearing his boxers. His broad shoulders and chest were chiseled, each muscle defined and sculpted, giving his upper body a powerful presence. Veins coursed along his arms, subtly highlighting the underlying strength beneath his skin. His abdomen was a landscape of defined six-pack abs, and Frankie felt the urge to touch him. But she was still determined to wait until they were on holiday, so she did her best to control her urges to reach out and let her hand glide over his soft skin.

The crew, who were helping Harry, came in, and started by taping the body pack for his wireless microphone transmitter on him, before he got dressed. 

"I'm not going to lose my microphone stand tonight," Harry chuckled and gestured towards the gear he was wearing. Frankie giggled and kept in mind the cute videos she had seen of him looking for his microphone. 

The dressing crew came in and took over. Harry's chest was oiled up, so his abs and chest looked extra shiny and accentuated. Then he was dressed in a glittery suit and the final touches were made to his hair. He turned from Frankie's boyfriend in a t-shirt and jeans, into the glitter-donned, musician and superstar, who belonged to the stage and the roaring crowd out front.

Frankie stayed with him until he was given the '10 minutes to showstart signal', and they began ushering him towards the stage. Harry and his bandmates needed to focus, so Frankie kissed him, and wished him good luck before she went out to find her friends. They were in the VIP section dancing to an old One Direction song that was playing before Harry came on stage.

Harry's set was just six of his hits and then a surprise number, which was something new he had written. The atmosphere was electric with excitement, when he walked out on stage. He stood for a moment looking over the crowd with awe, and then started riling the 80.000 people up by running around on stage and waving at them. His on stage presence was undeniably amazing. He flirted and made fun of his fans, and smiled that million dollar smile at them making people weak to the knees. When he walked by the VIP section, as he was singing 'Adore you', he stopped up and pointed out Frankie and sang to her. That made her flush bright red, and she scrunched her nose at him, as she put her hands under her chin, and mouthed 'okay!' at him. He laughed and blew her a kiss before he bounced off somewhere else to charm the crowd.

Frankie and her friends danced and sang along and for a moment Frankie didn't feel any different from anyone else at that show. She just had fun, and let loose. Something she usually didn't do, and that she couldn't remember having done since she was a young teenager.

Harry was handed his guitar, and had a moment where he spoke to the crowd. He was about to play a new song, one that hadn't been played anywhere before.

"This next song I'll be playing for you tonight is actually a new song." The crowd roared with excitement at his announcement. "I've been working on new material for a while. I was feeling a little uninspired, until I met a young woman, who tripped me, so I fell hard. Actually I almost tripped her, but that's another story." He chuckled and smiled cheekily towards the VIP section. "Songs are written when you have something to say, and I really need to say this, can't say it enough. This is 'Only You'."