So I got dressed all nice and pretty in a flower patterned dress for the boys’ concert that night. The thought of the coffee shop was still in my head. Harry actually told me he's in love with me, and my reaction was something I didn't want to think about. All I did was laugh and lean back on my chair and continued laughing while Harry just looked at me while laughing softly. I know my reaction wasn't the best out of everyone's; usually you're supposed to say I love you back. But I didn't know if I actually did love Harry back. I didn't want to say something and then have me just leading him on, but I didn't want him to just think I didn't have real feelings for him. This whole thing is just a big cluster-fuck and I'm in the middle of it. But I did what any other person would do; I leaned over to Harry and kissed him softly, and said, "Finish your tea, pop-star."
But during the concert all I saw was Harry smiling up at me during lines he thought he would dedicate it to me. "I had to take you and make you mine." Or "don't wanna be without you," or the one that always makes me smile, "on the other side of the world, it don't matter, I'll be there in two, I'll be there in two, baby Pikachu. I still feel it every time; it's just something that you do, now ask me why I want to." I remembered during the first concert Harry said he'll be Pikachu and I thought it was cute. He'll be my sidekick throughout everything and I thought that was sweet. I kept remembering when Harry and I were having our conversations one day and he told me he was a huge Pokémon fan when he was younger, he was such a nerd when he was younger, with Lord of The Rings and his Pokémon, but he was my little nerd. I looked down at Harry while he was jumping around on stage and then something hit him, he stopped dancing and looked down at it, he picked it up and put it on before looking out in the crowd and pointed at a fan, “you threw this?” He asked, a wide smile spread across his face before he looked up at me and pointed at his head with the cute grey beanie.
“Mine.” I mouthed to him. Harry laughed before putting the microphone to his mouth and began singing to the crowd. I couldn’t help but smile down at Harry while he jumped around on stage with his four best friends just doing what they love.. I just watched him in adore because I loved the smile that was on his face when he was on stage, all he could do was smile and dance with his curls flopping everywhere and that smile that could light up this whole world.
The song ended and then Liam was the first one to speak, “it is that time of the concert where we answer your twitter questions.” Liam was out of breath but he sat on the small couch that was in the middle of the stage and let Louis take over... Louis asked some questions and they did the usual; the in betweeners dance, they’d done the impressions of one another, and then the question that caught me off guard, “Harry, Louis, and Liam, are your girlfriends here tonight?” My eyes widened as some girls turned over to me and waved, I waved back and looked up down at Harry who had a giant smile on his face. “Yes they are.” Louis replied looking at Eleanor who was right next to me and Liam to Danielle. That brought attention to us causing most of the fans to turn around and wave and call our names. It felt weird having people actually know my name, it felt strange having them know a lot more about me than they should know and it’s all because I’m dating their celebrity crush. I just look back down at Harry, “I love you.” He mouthed; I smiled and mouthed it back.
After the concert was over, Harry told me to meet him at the hotel and I told him, I wouldn't miss it for the world. So I left and waited at the hotel for Harry. Of course I was terrified because I knew what I wanted to happen, but I hadn't known if Harry was going to go along with it. I did love Harry and I wanted to give him what he wants. Sure I'll lose my virginity to him, it has to go sometime, and why not with the first guy who actually loves me back.
I wasn't a big fan of my body, I didn't enjoy the fact that I had stretch marks on my waist and I didn't enjoy the fact that I had 'love handles'. I hated the fact that I didn't have a gap between my thighs, but I wasn't going to anything to change that. I wasn't one to work out, and if I did, I wanted to do it knowing I wasn't doing it, if that makes sense. But I put on the lingerie Harry bought me a while back, I know it was going to be used one day. So I slid under the blankets only wearing the lace underwear and bra and waited for the lad I was supposed to kill. After a couple of minutes I heard Harry entering the room and called after me, I supposed he thought I was sleeping, so he sighed and I heard him taking off his clothing and dropping it onto the floor. I turned around watching him about to take off his sneakers and then his eyes met mine, "oh, you're wake." He said smiling; I nodded and sat up having the blanket fall off of my chest showing what I was wearing. "Whoa," Harry breathed, his eyes looking from my chest and back up to my eyes. I felt insecure; uncomfortable in my own skin. So I pulled the blanket back up and wrapped it around me and I looked at Harry with my lips pressed together. "Babe." Harry whispered, he came onto the bed and grabbed my hand softly, "You have the perfect body, Bella." Harry whispered, it's like he read my thoughts and sometimes I felt that he did. I stared into his eyes as he slowly pulled the blanket over us. "There's nothing you have to be insecure about." He said leaning close to me and pecking my cheek, "I love everything about your body."
