Hey Aleah! Quick! Come! Hehehe.
Love Always, Evelyn Rose.
Their passing out cards, Harry takes his seat, pulling me onto his lap. Harry picks up his cards and they start to play. I’m trying to figure out the rules of the game but I don’t get it, which is okay, its fun just sitting here listening to them get so competitive over it. I’m sitting in Harry’s lap and his arms are around my waist, with his cards in his hands, so I can see them too. Once the game ends, the bus stops, we can hear the fans yelling. They all stand and go to change. “Harry what should I wear?” He grabs a pair of my jeans and a new blouse I bought, it’s a soft green, semi see through. And my new cream converses. “Put your hair up into a pony tail.” He kisses my nose and goes to get his.
I wait until Zayn walks out of the bathroom and I go into change. I hear Niall yell at me to stay in there until they finish changing. I take my time, sliding into my skinny black jeans; I plug my curing iron up. While it heats I put my shirt and shoes on, I put my hair up and curl the ends. Finishing my makeup they yell to me that it’s okay for me to come out. Their all putting their shoes on now. Harry stands to me, “You look cute.” He says. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I say back winking, he smirks and winks back. “I have to go on the carpet for the fans but Paul is going to take you in the back. You get front row.” I smile and kiss him. “Good luck babe.” He kisses me again and Paul takes my arm gently in his hand.
I walk off the bus and he takes me to the back entrance, a woman from the staff takes me to my seat. I sit down and wait with anticipation. Just a month ago I met Harry at a concert, now I’m his Fiancé sitting in the front row to support him. A teenage girl comes and sits beside me, screaming and freaking out because she is so excited. I sit there and play with my bracelet. “Oh. My. Gosh. You’re Leigh-Ann, your Harry’s girlfriend. Please can I get a picture and your autograph?” I’m shocked when she asks me but I don’t want to be rude, “Yea.” He grabs her phone and takes a picture of us, she hands me a notebook and a pen. I write ‘To Elena, this is my first autograph ever. –Leigh-Ann <3’ she starts to freak out and then they guys walk out on stage.
Harry’s looking for me. His eyes find mine and he winks. I wave and he smiles, the fans are going insane, I can’t help but to yell for Harry. They start to sing, and then take small breaks. As they start to play Little Things, a collection of pictures of Harry and I show up on the screen. They sing it, and I start to tear up, when Harry starts to sing he walks over to me, jumps down off the stage and comes over to me. The spot light shining on us. I stand; he takes my hand and holds it, never breaking his gaze from my eyes. I start to cry from happiness, he wipes my tear away and smiles. After his turn he goes back on stage and finishes the song. “Surprise love.” Harry says winking at me.
After the concert, we all went out to eat. Harry got some really good wine, and I kept drinking it and kept drinking, I started to feel tipsy and then I got drunk. We left and Harry was helping me walk, they were all laughing at me and I just laughed with them. “Alright let’s get you to bed.” Harry says, He stands up and I try to resist but he throws me over his shoulder, “Harry! Put her down!” Zayn yells, Harry puts me down “Why?” I run to the bathroom and throw up, “That’s why.” “Damn it Leigh.” Harry says coming into the bathroom, he holds my hair and then helps me sit down. Zayn comes in with crackers and water. “Here, make her eat and drink. Her hangover won’t be as bad.” I sit there with Harry for a few minutes, “Zayn stay here while I go get her something to sleep in.” Zayn nods “Leigh drink this.” Zayn puts water up to my lips and makes me drink, Harry comes back in with his shirt and boxers, and Zayn leaves after Harry thanks him for watching me.
Everything is hazy, I feel horrible and I’m slurring my words. He takes my shirt off, replacing it with his. He slips my jeans off and puts his boxers on me. “Ready?” He asks, I nod, and he slowly picks me up and puts me in his bed. I slide over to the wall giving him room and lay down. I pass out quickly, the alcohol taking over.
That morning was pure hell, headaches, vomiting still, throat burning. I get out of the bathroom, and fall on the couch. I cover my eyes, and lay on Harry’s lap. “Feeling bad?” He asks brushing my hair with his hands. I nod and he laughs. “Here, eat, you’ll feel better.” He hands me a muffin, and a cup of coffee after I eat and finish it, I feel somewhat better. I lay on the couch with Harry for a while. “I’m really sorry about last night.” I say, “Its fine love.” He kisses my nose. I giggle, “Thank you for last night at the concert.”
He smiles and starts playing with my hand, “But, I need to talk to you about something and I want you to be completely honest.” He nods and gives me a confused look, “I just feel like I don’t do enough for you, like be honest, do you wish I did more little sweet things for you?” Harry laughs at me, I look at him confused, what is funny about this? “Leigh, I love you. I do things like that because it makes you smile. That’s all I care about, you do little things for me too, but you do them without noticing.” “What do you mean?” I ask him, “As in, making my bed, sitting with me while I play cards, sitting in the audience supporting my dream, dropping everything to come out here to be with me.” I’m looking down at our hands now, “What could I do more of? Like, what do you like for me to do most?” I ask him, he sighs and grins, “I love when you write me little notes, or when you randomly text me little sweet things. I love when he have sayings or something that only we know what they mean.” I smile at him, I pull myself up to him, I lock my eyes on his, kissing him lightly.
“I love you.” I say on his lips, he smashes his on mine again with electricity in this kiss. “Tonight.” He whispers, “We have dressing rooms, sneak in and we can have some fun before the concert.” He winks at me making me blush. We continue kissing making it intense and rough but playful. “Well I’m certainly not use to waking up to you two sucking face.” Liam says “Sorry.” I say back, “It’s fine.” He says sitting across from us. “Surprised to see you both up before any of them, especially you, Leigh.” We laugh and then I get another cup of coffee, I’m almost over my hangover completely. All three of us sit and talk, waiting for the rest to wake up.
