Eight | W2S

FORTY NINE.

This is a short one, I know, but the next one will make up for it I promise!!!! (can't believe the next chapter will be 50 chapters of eight - and we're still just getting started! This might be the longest book I've written to date!)

"Now, Vienna, I have a new song I want to play for you, but there's something I want you to do for me first, if that's okay," I start, giving the band a few moments to rest, as I chat to the crowd.

They absolutely light up, as I predicted they would, and I have to wait a few moments for them to quieten so I can speak again.

"It was a very special person's birthday yesterday," I start, and immediately screams erupt throughout the crowd as they begin to realise what's happening.

A look up to the tiered section of the venue shows cheering and hands waving as all of our friends realise what's happening too, but the only person I'm searching for is Harry.

"I would love it if you could help me sing happy birthday to Harry," I say, and despite the already excessively loud crowd, the mention of his name increased the volume tenfold. It was the first time I'd publicly said his name since we'd announced our relationship, and the crowd were eating it up.

Sam counted in on the drums, and as practiced the band played a very simple melody for everyone to sing along with.

And everyone did, and as I looked up at the balcony area, I could see a crowd of flashlights surrounding a figure at the very front, and it didn't take a detective to work out who that figure was.

The song came to an end, the applause was deafening, and I was so happy with how it had all gone that it made playing the new song even more exciting.

"Vienna, you are the first people to hear this song. Are you ready?" I shout into the microphone, loving how they chanted back to me. "This song is called the boy is mine!"

Considering this was the first time we'd played it live, it went exceptionally well. I put it down to Harry being here — it was almost like he was my good luck charm.

The rest of the show flew by — and soon enough the nonsense outro had everyone screaming and cheering, and I was running off the stage in no time. 

Still out of breath, I head to my dressing room, where it is already being packed up by some of my team. I still have time to grab my water bottle and phone, meeting security in the outside corridor. 

But they aren't alone, and Harry has somehow managed to race down from where he'd been all show to be by my side. 

He grabs onto my hand, intertwining our fingers, and kissing the side of my face. 

"I don't know how they keep getting better," he grins, walking besides me as we follow security out. "You are insane. Thank you."

"Insane better be a compliment of some sort," I say to him with a strained chuckle. 

"Everything I say to you is a compliment, I don't know what you're waffling about," he replies quickly, squeezing my hand. 

"Did everyone else like the show?" I ask, desperate to know how they felt about the show. 

It was true that most of them had watched my show on a livestream, but seeing it in person felt different, and even now it was so important to me that they enjoyed it. 

"Ken...I don't think you realise how phenomenal you are. They loved it," he assured me, and his words almost sounded too good to be true. 

I return him a smile, still slightly processing his words. "Imposter syndrome is hitting real hard tonight," I joke lightly, as we finally reach the door of the building.