Everything About You (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty

In spirit of me finishing this story, (finished writing the epilogue at 1am this morning), here's an early update! 

Ring on the side!!

-Cierra(: 

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H20

*One Month Later*

Paps were dying to see my ring. They knew it was custom made and no one else had the same ring, and that it cost a shit ton of money. But I hid my hand at all costs. With a new tour starting up in 2 days, I decided I wouldn't wear it during shows, but I didn't know what I would do with it. Harry and I were having our last off day before tour and I decided to ask him. We were on the couch, and I was sitting sideways on his lap so my legs were going across his.  

"Honey?" I asked.  

"Mm?" He answered, rubbing my side. 

"What should I do with my ring during shows? I don't want people seeing it so I'm not wearing it, but I don't want to leave it in the dressing room cause it could always go missing." I said as I rested my head on his shoulder.  

"I can hold it. I can put it in my back pocket since my jeans are tight enough it won't fly out. And you can get it from me right when we get off stage so we don't forget. I mean you could put it on a necklace but they could still see it." He said and I nodded.  

"Lily's coming on tour, right?" He asked. Lily had replaced a different dancer, and now danced with Liam, while Lexi danced with Louis, and I still danced with Harry. We had since the beginning, and it was amazing. We were the only dance partners that hadn't changed over the then three tours. Zayn and Niall's dancers switched because Niall stepped on his dancer's foot once and she got pissed (she was a brat).  

"Yup. I just don't want to hear those two again. They started dating literally the day before tour started. And Lexi and Louis were the day before that. I mean really? Three couples on tour together already can get loud with us, Niall and Abbie, and Zayn and Emily, but now it's all of us. After 4 months there was a different couple having sex every night." I said, shuddering at the memory. He laughed and continued rubbing my side.  

"Babe, is that your ribs?" He whispered as he ran his fingers over them. I nodded and his face dropped a bit.  

"Hmm?" I asked.  

"They're sticking out a ton. Stand up." He said, his brow furrowed. I did as he asked and he pulled up the side of my shirt.  

"You've lost a lot of weight." He frowned.  

"I'm still over 100. And how have you not noticed when we have sex?" I told him.  

"I don't really pay attention to your ribs during sex. Babe, you always lose a ton of weight over tour. At least 15lbs. And you probably weigh 101 now, what's going to happen over tour?" He pushed.  

"Why the hell do you care!!" I yelled, kind of snapping, and he was shocked.  

"Because it worries me, Brooke!!" He yelled back.  

"Why?!" I almost screamed. I was just annoyed by his obsession with my low weight.  

"Louis!! Shut it!!" I heard Lexi yell before she ran to the room in her flat that was adjacent to ours.  

"Because you're my fiancée, Brooke, and I love you!! I'm terrified that one day I'm going to lose you because of this shit!!" He shouted, his voice cracking.  

"This isn't shit, Harry!!" I yelled.  

"Then what the fuck is it, Brooke?!" 

"This is something that I have to deal with everyday because I feel like shit about myself!! This isn't shit!! It's serious!!"