Rock me

Part 23

Dylan

I woke up to the sound of Harrys alarm. It felt like I didn't sleep, with last nights events I was so restless.

"Harry." I say pushing his shoulder, trying to wake him up.

"Mmm." He says groaning. 

"We've gotta get down to the bus." I say, trying to remind him.

He groaned but finally opened his eyes, blinking sleepily at me before sitting up. He reached for my hand to help him steady himself, holding it a second longer than necessary. His fingers felt warm around mine, grounding me after everything that had happened.

"Alright, I'm up," he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he pulled on his hoodie.

When we got down to the lobby, the guys were already waiting, looking about as tired as we were. Niall stood there sipping coffee with his eyes half-closed, and Liam was leaning back in his seat, chatting quietly with Louis and Zayn. We exchanged sleepy nods, grabbed our bags, and headed to the bus.

I found a seat by the window, leaning my head against it as we left the city behind. Harry dropped down beside me, stretching his long legs out, his knee just grazing mine as he settled in.

"Detroit's just a couple of hours away," he said, giving me a smile that was a little too relaxed. "You ready for it?"

I gave a small smile back. "I think so." But the words slipped out before I could stop them. "I didn't sleep much last night. I just... I keep feeling like something's off."

Harry's gaze dropped to his hands, his thumb brushing the edge of his knee. "It's been a lot. But whatever it is, I've got your back." He met my eyes, his gaze steady and serious. "You know that, right?"

My throat felt tight, and I could only nod. I wanted to say more, to ask him what was on his mind, but then Niall popped his head over the seat in front of us, grinning.

"Alright, you two look way too serious for a road trip," he teased. 

Niall started telling some story about the time he almost got the bartender to sleep with him.

All the guys started making fun of his delusions. As the jokes kept coming, I started to feel that restless tension ease, replaced by laughter and the easy comfort of being with them.

I felt my head drift against Harry's shoulder, and he didn't pull away. He turned slightly, his fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering for just a second. It made my heart flutter, and suddenly I didn't feel tired at all.

"You doing okay?" he murmured, his voice low, meant just for me.

"Yeah... better," I whispered, feeling his warmth beside me, the closeness pulling me in as if there was an invisible line connecting us.

The bus rumbled beneath us, and every now and then, I'd feel his gaze settle on me, catching me off-guard and leaving me just a little breathless. This tension—this unspoken pull between us—lingered as the miles passed, and I didn't mind it one bit.

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"Hey, Dyl we're here." I feel Harry nudging my shoulder. 

I slowly open my eyes, seeing his face is much closer than I expected. 

He gave me a small smirk before leaving in and kissing my cheek.

"Come on we gotta go, I've got sound check."

My cheeks were flushed, I wasn't used to such innocent acts. 

"You go, I'll be out in a minute." I knew I figure out my way in the venue, I needed a moment to wake up.