Random One Shots/Short Stories

H.S Short Story ch. 6

*SIX MONTHS LATER*

Tonight is the last show of the tour.

I sit backstage with Niall and Louis, snacking on watermelon. The vibe is somber today, and has been since the previous show ended. While the guys are excited for tour to end so they can start recording their new album, there's a deep sadness to it for them. Zayn and Liam walk in with similar expressions on their face as the others, sitting down at the table with us. I don't say much, not wanting to sound insensitive by not being as upset as they are. It's different for the crew, we don't do what they do. Every night is a new experience with new people, new interactions to be enjoyed on stage, and it's coming to an end tonight.

The door opens, Harry sauntering in. He makes his way over to me, leaning down and kissing the top of my head while he stands behind my chair. Before he stands up straight again, he stays leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Hi baby." He rests his hands on my shoulders, massaging them lightly. I feel butterflies in my stomach at his touch, still not over the way he makes me feel. I reach up and nonverbally greet him, rubbing his hand that rests on my shoulder. Harry is upset about the tour being over just as much as the rest of them are, but he doesn't like to be sensitive with the band very often. He will save his emotional spill for the crowd tonight, and the guys will appreciate it just as much as if it was directed at them.

Harry looks around at the guys, all sat with their heads down, staring at the table. I can't see the expression on his face, but I know his brows are furrowed. "Perk up, goddamn. It's not like the band is breaking up." He says, making the guys shoot up to look at him. "We'll be back on tour in a year, but we have shit to do. Can't tour again with no new music, idiots."

"No shit, dick." Niall shoots at him, not in the mood to be pestered. Harry doesn't respond, but I hear him chuckle at Niall's small outburst. I check the time, seeing that it's an hour and a half to showtime and none of them are dressed. I stand up, ready to head to the dressing room

"Come on, y'all need to get dressed" I instruct, glancing at them before I turn to walk away. Harry trails close behind me, catching up and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. He looks down at me and grins, opening his mouth to speak.

"You gonna make me look sexy tonight?" He asks me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I was thinking of sending you on stage in cargo shorts tonight, actually. I think they'd make your ass look really good." I tell him completely casually.

He creases his brows at me, looking at me like I have two heads. "You're joking?" He asks, genuinely seeming unsure.

"No, I was completely serious.... Do you not like that idea?" I ask innocently as we walk into the dressing room. His eyes scan the perimeter, seeing all five outfits already laid out of them. His eyes land on the second outfit in line, that one always being his. He immediately lets out aside relief at the lack of cargo shorts among the fabrics.

"I would have gotten you fired." He snaps, wrapping his other arm around my waist and pulling me into him. I giggle as he rests his forehead on mine, smirking at me a bit. "I'm not joking" he deadpans, trying to wipe the small smile off of his face.

"Fired?" I feign offense, jaw dropping.

"As fuck." He responds, being the one giggling now.

"You wouldn't." I tell him, jaw still agape.

He waits a moment before responding, his sighing in defeat. "You're right, I wouldn't." He tells me, his hands moving to squeeze my ass. "Can't get enough of you." He smirks. I blush, my cheeks heating up. I thought I'd be over the blushing stage by now, it's actually a bit embarrassing. Harry loves to point it out, poking my cheeks and teasing me all the time. He thinks is cute, but I think it's annoying. Harry blushes occasionally when I really catch him off guard with something, but he's good at keeping a cool exterior.