The Opening Act (H.S) {Completed - Editing}

Surpise Pranks & Needy Nights

MissAvaMae: Backstage at the O2 for #OTRA / up to no good with this handsome man. Watch your backs, boys. 

"Okay... Explain it to me again? You want to get back at Niall for something he did an entire year ago?"

Harry looks at me with a pout. "He teamed up with the emos. And to make it worse, he was throwing bananas. Bananas!"

I gasp and clutch at my heart. "Oh no! Not your precious bananas! How could he?"

Harry lunges over at me, pinning me against the couch so he's practically laid on top of me. "How dare you mock me!"

I stick my tongue out at him and he lowers himself so his body is touching mine and his face is extremely close to mine. "Bite me, bitch."

"Is that a challenge, Miss Ava Mae?"

"Take it how you want," I smirk.

He hides his face in my neck, kissing and sucking right below my ear. He pulls away after sinking his teeth in it lightly, a smirk on his face. "I'll have to take it my way after the show tonight."

"Yeah, okay. Anyway..." I shove him back, making the both of us sit back up. "Do you have a plan for getting back at him?"

"I have some ideas," he nods, an evil smirk on his lips. "But we're gonna need to recruit some help."

I stand, nodding my head. "I'll get Louis."

//

"Babe, were you able to get it?"

I dodge under the packaging plastic that he was taping onto the doorway of his dressing room and open the box once I'm inside the room. He smiles and takes one of the boxes, taking the contents out of it.

"Louis just texted a minute ago, he's taking Niall's stuff right now. Hop across the hall, I've already started your cameras."

I nod, slipping out of the room and into Liam's dressing room across the hall. I take the pie tin filled with whipped cream out of the box and wait quietly. Harry hides just inside the doorway of his room as we wait for the boys.

A minute later, there's lots of yelling from down the hall. I hold the pie tin up, preparing for them. Louis runs down the hall, a bunch of Niall's things in his arms. He ducks through the door of Harry's room, avoiding the plastic. Niall runs in after him, so set on getting his things back that he runs straight into the plastic. His body practically bounces off of it and he falls towards the room I'm in.

"Son of a bitch!"

I don't hesitate a second before I'm smashing the whipped cream pie in his face. As soon as he's standing, Harry smashes another in his face.

"Shit! I'm gonna kill you guys!"

He runs at Harry, dodging the plastic this time. Harry's covered in whipped cream in seconds, and then Louis ends up with some on him too. I'm able to escape quick enough and Harry stands in front of me so Niall can't get to me.

"Oi, don't touch my girl, mate."

"She shoved a fucking pie in my face."

Harry smirks. "S'cause she does what I tell her to do."

Niall gets really close to Harry, to the point where their faces are only an inch or two apart. "I don't have a plan right now, but I'll get you Styles. And yer gon' regret this."

With that, he aggressively took his things from Louis and stormed out of the room. Louis left soon after, leaving me and a whipped cream covered Harry. I took all my cameras down and then led him over to the snack table. I took a paper towel and a water bottle, pouring water on the napkin.

"Take off your shirt," I instruct. I help him clean up once his shirt is removed, wiping away all of the whipped cream. Only a small amount got in his hair, so clean up didn't take to long. "You might want a new shirt."

"Nah, I'll just hit the stage shirtless."

"I'm sure your fans would be perfectly okay with that," I toss the napkin in the bin and wrap my arms around his torso.

"Would you?"

"What? Be okay with you being shirtless?" He nods and I shrug. "Yeah. You do you. Also, if you're gonna do it then you need to talk about free the nipple."

"Shirt it is then," he chuckles. "I'm not having that conversation with thousands of people."

"You're no fun," I pout. He shakes his head at me, kissing my head before walking off to find a shirt.

//

The show had gotten over about forty minutes ago and we'd already gotten back to Harry's house. I'd edited and posted the prank video and it's already viral. Today was crazy.

Harry goes off to shower and I get onto Twitter. I go to the discover page/trends and scroll through stuff. My thumb stops scrolling as I see Harry and I's names in a hashtag. That's strange...

#HarryBreakUpwithAva

Confusion sparks inside of me and I click on the tag. All of the top tweets were all about how I've done nothing but ruin him and turn him into something he's not. The others all contain pictures of him and other girls that he's been with with captions like "even she's better than Ava." My heart rate increases as I scroll and scroll. The more I read, the more I actually started to wonder if they were right. Did I change Harry? Am I blind to what I've done to him?

He exits the bathroom and I lock my phone, tossing it on the nightstand next to where he sleeps. I curl up in the blankets, ignoring Harry's movement around the room and his humming. He sits down on the bed by his nightstand, facing away from me as he checks his phone. I roll over, facing the window instead of him.

Once he's under the blankets, he tries to pull me towards him but I stay where I am. He sits up slightly, his fingers running through my hair as he reaches down to kiss my cheek. "You alright, love?"

I nod, only curling further into the blankets. He sighs, collapsing next to me and ignoring my random mood. My phone dings and he shuffles slightly to silence it I assume. When he sits up and turns the light on, I know that the text must have upset him or something like that. Normally he just silences it and lays back down.

"What the hell is Lacey talking about? What trend?"

I take my phone from him and read the text. "Hey babe. Ignore the Twitter trend, I know you've seen it. It means nothing, they know nothing. Love you!!"

"It's nothing," I shut my phone off and place it on the floor.

"Ava, damn it. Tell me."

"If you're so curious just look it up yourself," I mumble. "It's not that fucking important."

He angrily grabs his phone and I have to tear it from his hands once he sees the trend so he doesn't end up throwing it. We don't need to deal with that right now. 

He lays down and tugs my body towards him so I'm forced to turn and face him. His fingers run through my hair softly and he kisses my nose.

"How much of it did you read?"

"Too much," I mumble. I can start to feel tears well up in my eyes and he pulls me close. "Why do they hate me?"

"Hey hey hey," he mumbles to me quietly. "Don't cry, baby. They're just jealous of you. I want you to listen to me and I want you to fully understand."

I nod and his arms wrap around me.

"You haven't changed me, and if you have then it's been for the better. You've done absolutely nothing to ruin me in any way. And in my eyes, you're better then all of those girls. I've never loved somebody so much in my life like I love you. That's not going to change. I'm here to stay, Ave. I'm not going anywhere. Those girls are in my past for a reason."

I hide my face in the crook of his neck and he kisses my head as his hands rub my back and sides in an extremely soothing manner. I practically melt against him. I was needy, and I had no problem admitting that. I make him give my lots of kisses and snuggles before we can even think about sleep. The last thing I hear before drifting off to sleep were the three words that I loved him saying most; I love you.