Perfect {Harry Styles}

II

Summer 2013

The next few weeks went by extremely fast. Harry and I became extremely close. Not only were we sort of colleagues but also best friends. We somehow managed to spend every single day together, except when he had to perform. Although I still stood by the side of the stage, admiring the way you could see that he loved his job.

I remember the first time I watched them on stage. It was gobsmacking. They knew how to put on a show, and how to make sixty-thousand girls fall for them all over again. Well, atleast I knew my love for them was brought back to life.

It was astonishing how Harry would move every time the beat dropped, or when a song started. The way he got inspired with every song. The way he would try to interact with the lucky fanatics that got to sit at the front, watching their idols sing and do silly stuff on stage.

Now we were in Texas, and I was sat backstage. Currently texting my mom, who I haven't texted in so long. So I thought I would play my role as a daughter and ask her how life is going. Maybe I could bring her to one of the shows, so she could see what my life is like, and what my job is.

The boys were singing their last song. Which I knew all too well because of all the concerts. Although for me it didn't get tiring listening to the same songs every night. But I think that was just me.

Before I knew it, the five sweaty guys came rushing in, with huge smiles on their faces. I spotted my favorite one, with a huge scarf wrapped around his head, somewhat like a headband. The pattern was currently the United States flag. I giggled, knowing that the U.S. was like Harry's second home.

I remember the first time Harry wore a scarf for a headband. We were sat in his hotel room, just the two of us, and he somehow noticed the blue star-spangled scarf hidden in my black suitcase. He scampered towards it, and snatched it.

"I was thinking, maybe tomorrow we could g-" I started with my somewhat brilliant idea, before getting interrupted by an extremely excited Harry.

"Oh! Is that what I think it is?" he yelled. Taking large, quick steps toward my suitcase that was filled to its capacity of clothes.

"A scarf? Yeah it is.." I awkwardly state, not understanding the hype. I asked him what was going on, which he commented saying, 'it's a fucking scarf!' I furrowed my eyebrows, squinted my eyes, and shook my head. A little chuckle escaped my lips. This boy is insane.

"El, help me tie it around my head. I've been wanting to do this for so long!" he came over, with his available hand he grabbed mine, and pulled me towards the mirrored wall. I awkwardly stood behind him, gawking at the tall boy who was struggling to wrap my scarf around his beautiful mop of curls.

"Help me, Elle!" Harry whined, emphasizing my name by extending the last e. I murmured a small 'alright, alright' and quickly walked to him. He bent his knees, so I wouldn't have to jump up. He laughs and I playfully slap his shoulder, a pout forming on my lips.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I can't it help that you're tiny," Harry keeps laughing at me. He looks at me through the mirror, with a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm sorry that you're freakishly shaped like a giraffe," I retort, squinting at him through the reflection of our two bodies. This time he pouted, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Sorry, sorry," I giggle. He shrugs it off before shaking with laughter. I take my arms off him, and return to the scarf that was bundled into a line around his head. It somehow managed to pull some of his hair out of his face, which was what he wanted.

"Yay! It looks good, right?" he turns to face me, so he could look at me through his own eyes, and not through the mirror. His eyes filled with worry. I examine it, before vigorously nodding. Making sure he knows how great it looked, and that his idea was quite a good one. Hoping that my answer would help him, and he wouldn't be so insecure about how he looks.

And since then, he started using all the other scarfs that I owned. I would help him wrap it around his head, and then he would thank me, kissing my cheek, before heading off to sing. It was a great success, I kept seeing tweets about it, and all the fans loved it.

And I loved it, too. Because he was wearing my scarf. And maybe every time he would look at it, it would remind him of me. And that's all I ever wanted.

Harry's lips met my cheek, before he plopped himself on the love seat. I turned my attention to him, and gave him an enthusiastic smile. He returned it, but his was half-hearted, and his eyes were sort of droopy.

"M'tired," he yawned, rubbing his eyes. I so desperately wanted to wrap my small arms around him, and kiss him until he fell asleep. But that wasn't possible. Because the only one who knew about my feelings towards him was me. I made sure to keep them stashed away, safely, where no one would be able to locate them, and maybe one day, if he revealed the same feelings, then I would show them. But for now, they were kept inside.

"Let's go on the bus?" I suggested. I remember he once told me he didn't like sleeping on vehicles, but they still didn't book a hotel room. So, sleeping on the tour bus is the only option for now.

We both quietly walk together, occasionally making small conversation. He looked like he was about to pass out, so I tried to not ask him too many questions. I didn't want him to drop to sleep, and I didn't want to carry his heavy, tall body so I made sure he was awake.

Finally, we made it on the bus, and as soon as we stepped foot inside, he dragged his body to the bunks with all the remaining energy he had left.

"Stay?" he whispered, and I sheepishly nodded, knowing that this wasn't the best idea. Because my feelings for him would diffuse all around my body, especially in my heart. But I nod, because somehow Harry has taken over my whole life, and I would do absolutely anything to spend time with him. Even if it meant hurting me.