FORTY SIX.

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"Madrid! You have been an insane crowd...would you like to hear an unreleased song?" I ask through the microphone, the crowd shouting back at me.

Up in the balcony, although I couldn't really see, I knew Harry was there, along with Logan, who had travelled to Spain earlier today, pretty much joining us on tour.

"Alright, this song is called make you feel my love," I announce, looking back at my band, Sam in particular shooting me a reassuring look.

I felt nervous. Nervous about how Harry would feel about the song. Nervous about how the crowd would react. Nervous that after tonight, my relationship wouldn't be a secret anymore.

The piano started to play, and the crowd fell silent.

"When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace,
To make you feel my love."

After the first verse, the crowd started to light up, people turning their flashlights on as I sang.

I deliberately kept my eyes open for this song, routinely looking up at the balcony, despite barely being able to see Harry.

I knew I was making it obvious, but at this point I was past caring.

The song felt like it ended way too quickly, but before I knew it, I had sung the last verse, and the band started to fade out.

I look back up to the balcony, and in a rushed moment, I blow a kiss, the crowd absolutely erupting, confused over who I was looking at. It was only a matter of time.

I left the stage, continuing the routine of the show, allowing myself a momentary rest before the track started to play for nonsense.

The air had felt different tonight — playing the songs with Harry in attendance had made me feel every emotion one hundred times over, and I loved it.

I was especially looking forward to playing nonsense in front of him.

The crowd lapped it up like usual, and as we progressed towards the outro, I geared up to sing it in front of everyone. Not even Sam knew what I was going to sing.

"This song catchier than chicken pox is,
I bet your house is where my other sock is,
Woke up this morning thought I'd write a pop hit,
How quickly can you take your clothes off? Pop quiz

I'm so happy to be here in Madrid,
Got myself a boyfriend and he's not mid,
He's so down bad for me oh no god forbid," I sing, although it's more of a laugh as the band continue their outro, and I take a bow, stepping forward into the spotlight as the crowd are going completely crazy.

Tonight's show was the craziest by far, and I'd loved everyone's reactions. Tonight, and tomorrow, we're going to be absolutely crazy.

"Madrid! You have been insane, this has been the best show by far, I love you all so, so much! Thank you and goodnight!" I shout, waving out one last time before disappearing backstage.

Even backstage I felt like I was on a high, with members of my team stunned at the show. I'd kept everything so secret, no one had anticipated what had happened tonight.

I thought I'd have to wait for Harry, but I turn round and he's stood right there, a lanyard round his neck with my tour written on it, along with all access pass.

"You are fucking unreal," he says, coming forward to give me a hug, wrapping his arms round me.

"Did you enjoy it? Was it good?" I ask, murmuring into his ear.

"Ken, it was electric. They love you. I love you," he whispers, kissing my cheek.

There's a lot of commotion around us, and so he leads us into a more secluded area, to give us a little bit of space.

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