Friendship? [H.S.]

Chapter 41

*Song for this chapter: Send My Love (To Your New Lover) by Adele 

September 19, 2017

SF Masonic Auditorium – San Francisco

You did it. This is your first official show of Harry Styles: Live on Tour. Here's your before the show picture. This was my favorite moment during the show, the little dancey dance. Your after show picture. All night, you just kept blowing kisses to the crowd and they went wild. The highlight of the show is going to be a multi-part. First, was getting to wear my pajamas that matched your suit. Don't worry, I put the picture of us in the little pocket I added to this. The second favorite part of the night was you singing Just a Little Bit of Your Heart. I lost my voice singing that one, I think. You're also laughing at me because you keep asking me questions making me talk, knowing full well that I can only squeak. Harry, have I told you how proud I am of you? Because I'm really fucking proud of you. Ok, I lied... What Makes You Beautiful was another favorite of the night and that might have been what took my voice. I think my least favorite part of the night were the moments the floor crowd was just stood there. I guess it isn't a big deal, but you had to encourage them a lot of the show to dance harder, sing louder, and engage more. I almost forgot this moment at the end, I snapped it at just the right time. I think you realized that you had just finished your first official show as a solo artist. Look at your little face!

"J-Baby..."

"Ew, don't call me that." My voice was so far gone that it came out in broken squeaks.

Harry let out one of his staccato laughs and rolled over to drape an arm and leg over my lower body. We landed about an hour ago and he showed up at my house thirty minutes ago. Now, we were having a sleepover. We were watching The Mighty Ducks and I was sitting up against the headboard with my legs stretched out. He had been half laying, half sitting up until now. 

"What is that thing? I know it's not a planner because you only write in it on show nights. You need to rest your voice and we have to get it strengthened up if you're going to make it through the tour, so don't answer, just let me see it." He reached for it and I pulled it away from him with a gasp. 

"Don't worry about it." The pout he gave me was so pathetic. "You realize that pouting has never worked on me before. Not even when my students or niece and nephews did it. I'm immune." I cleared my throat with a chuckle. "I'm not going to go nearly as hard at other shows. This one is special because it was just your first."

He whined and nuzzled his head into my thigh before tilting it up to look at me again with his bottom lip sticking out even further and those bright eyes as wide as he could get them. I probably shouldn't have, but I couldn't keep the laughter in. "Rude." I shrugged again and tucked my pen into the journal and slid it into my bedside table drawer.

"Is it for me?" I shrugged again and turned the TV off. "Is it for you?" I shrugged again.

"I think it's for both of us?" His eyes pooled and he wrapped his arms around my hips completely now, tugging me closer to him a bit, causing me to lay down a bit more.