Taste (H.S. / A.U.)

Chapter 40

DOUBLE UPDATE: Chapter 39-40

HARRY STYLES

"Did you have fun tonight my love?" Elle eyes my drink, "oh. It's just a soda, but there are refreshments over there. Everyone usually has a small something after the show to commemorate, celebrate, or just wind down."

Jade's eyebrows raise while Ricky breezes past her, intermingling already with someone. For Ricky that seems to come naturally, like he was born to be a golden retriever, but accidentally became a person instead. "I wasn't drinking because I was excited to see you tonight." I pat the space on the floor next to me, a deep green cushion placed on the floor for Elle directly next to me. Jade approved of my answer, probably already hearing from her best friend that a majority of our hang outs have included liquid courage for us both to ever try and make a move. Tonight, tonight I was going to change that and get Elle completely to myself without an barriers hindering it.

I didn't meet her at the airport, hell, I didn't even see her before the show started. I wanted to. I wanted more than anything to see her smile, but the idea of it put my stomach into a flip-flop and I couldn't handle those extra nerves before hitting the stage.

I had instead confided in Lloyd and Mitch about the recent circumstances that made me feel so loopy when it came to her. The truth behind what I had said recently and the way my heart swelled every time I looked at her. Of course, being on stage and seeing her proud beaming smile right there made that feeling even more wild and ramped now.

"Harry please stop moving, I am trying to fix this since you keep complaining."

I wasn't continuously complaining despite what Angelique said. I complained twice. Maybe one other time, but it wasn't to her so maybe she doesn't know about it. It just was going to be a problem with how long the pants were if I was going to be running around on stage, and we all know I would be. If I fell in front of Eloise tonight, I might as well dig my own grave because possibly dying from embarrassment is a probability. God, I sound like such a school girl and I cannot help it. That's what a crush does to me I guess.

Lloyd hands me a water bottle while tossing another to Mitch. Mitch was stretched out on the couch while tuning a guitar and asking about the recent stay with her. "But you said it was perfect. How can it be perfect and also the worst Harry? That makes no sense."

My shoulders slump as I dramatically sigh, receiving a disapproving look from Angelique before she turns back to my pants to adjust the sewing pins she just put in.

"I told Elle I wanted to be buried between her thighs, and that she was my soulmate. All while my dick was still inside her." Saying it aloud now, I realize how she must think I'm an absolute insane person, beyond the grips of clingy at this point even. Angelique cleared her throat to stifle a laughter, no surprise really. She's heard and seen some very intimate and embarrassing things from all of us for the past few years going on tours and helping along, so it wasn't like this was new news to her. 

"Harry, remove the pants. I am going to get this fixed, then we will try them back on okay? You only have a few hours before the show, so you might not be able to rehearse with these ones, but the purple ones from Chicago were quite similar if you want to put those on instead." She stands up and heads over to a rack, sliding her fingers between the hangers that slightly screeched upon the metal bar. "Here, put these on lover boy."

I rolled my eyes while reaching for the deep purple pants with lavender hearts on the butt, I was quite fond of these because of the leather material and how good they looked that night. I love that Angelique did a similar vibe for tonight, only changing things up with my pants being a black tone with sparkled black hearts instead, paired with a matching black opened vest that had black tassels of sequins on the bottom. Angelique had been trying to make my outfits new, edgier, and more unique for this tour, and overall it was a sensation every time.