ripped jeans | hes

twenty nine

i have some smut for next chapter hahha i hope you enjoy it

ive been really missing my concert lately :( when was your most recent concert date? mine was september 1st

okay just a quick note : in ripped jeans the boys aren't exactly 1D 2016. they have MITAM looks, FOUR (and anything before) music, and late UAN / early TMH fame. :) - gi

mellifluous (adjective) - a sound that is sweet and smooth, pleasing to hear

Harry's POV

"You still have those extra tickets?"

"Hmm?" I rolled my neck so I was looking up at Lou.

"Those extra two tickets that Celia gave you," she repeated before digging her sharp nails into my hair. "Do you still have them or did you give them away already?"

"Why?"

"I might of promised my friend that I could get her in." Lou said, massaging gel into my hair.

"That was pretty dumb of you."

Lou ignored my remark. "But Celia only gives me one extra ticket and you boys get two extra tickets. All the boys gave their tickets away in a raffle, except you. So I was wondering if I could have one of yours."

"Where's your one extra ticket?" I asked her.

Lou expertly ran her hands through my curls, attempting to manage them. "I gave it to Lottie's boyfriend."

"I'm sorry, but I can't, sunshine." I shook my head. "I already gave both of them out."

"Aw, narts." Lou swore under her breath as leaned over to dab some smelly cream on my face. "You suck."

"You hear that, Lux?" I peered over at Lou's beautiful daughter, Lux, who was sitting happily on the red couch. "Uncle Harry really sucks."

A pleased smile grew on Lux's sweet face, not really understanding what I had said but knowing it was something funny.

I loved that little girl.

"Good thing I have a backup plan, huh, Uncle Styles?" Lou hummed smartly, clipping a microphone onto the collar of my black shirt.

"And what's your backup plan?" I kept my eyes on Lux, watching fondly as she played with her plastic cow toy.

"I'm going to ask Paul to watch Lux, then I'm going to sneak my friend in," Lou bragged delightedly. "Brilliant plan, isn't it?"

"That's a crappy plan," I rolled my eyes back to Lou, who was aggressively rubbing the smelly cream on my cheeks and forehead.

I winced dramatically, not enjoying the cream.

"Oh, stop making that face." Lou demanded, whisps of her light gray hair falling onto her forehead.

"But it smells." I groaned loudly, whipping my face away from her grasp. "And you are being unnecessarily aggressive."

"You were always more difficult than the other boys." Lou muttered and we both eased  into laughter.

I heard a loud knock at the dressing room door. Lou and I both turned our heads to see Niall, who was already dressed for the show, popping his head into the dressing room.