I can't hold back my smile, today is their last concert then Harry's coming home! Well, I'm going home with him. Ssshhhh.
I creep into the arena and find my way up onto the stage, instead of using the stairs, climbing up onto it then standing up. I'm weird like that, don't judge me.
I hear screams so I know that fans are starting to pile in so I run backstage, surprisingly not breaking my ankle since I'm wearing black stilettos. I watch the guys from a distance play around with the rest of the band, the musicians.
I smile to myself, Josh's eyes flick over to me then he hits Harry's shoulder and he mumbles something to Harry, Harry doesn't react for a few seconds before the other guys quiet down and Harry spins around.
I smile again, wider, and wave to him, he grins, his dimples caving into his cheeks making him look adorable. He waves back, then like in those cheesy romance movies they run to each other and it's like in slow motion or whatever and its like they're the only two people in the world at that moment and it feels perfect, that's exactly what it feels like.
Then I trip and fall. Harry laughs loudly and I giggle in embarrassment, the guys chuckling heartily, Harry helps me up, I stumble, he catches me, not only with his hands but with his lips. His lips pressing to mine, his hands finding their way to cup my face. Harry pulls away for a second.
"Take a picture." Harry tosses Louis his phone.
"Wha-"
He cuts me off by pressing our lips together and I hear the phone click.
I laugh and pull away, he still holds my face and smiles when Lou takes another picture.
Harry leans in for another kiss but I lay my index finger on his lips.
Louis takes another picture making me giggle and glance at him before returning my attention to Harry.
"If you want to kiss me." I start, trying to look cute while teasing him but probably failing miserably. "Then you'll have to catch me."
I spin and run, I hear Harry following me so I quicken my space. Good thing for me is I've been 'gifted' to run in heels.
I run out onto the stage where fans scream at me, thinking I'm one of the boys I'm sure, but I'm all girl. I scream when Harry barely grabs my waist, I turn, not my wisest move, he doesn't realize my intentions until I'm backed into the wall, he smirks and walks towards me. I duck and crawl under his legs. Yes, I want to kiss him, I desperately crave his lips against mine and the way I feel when he kisses me and the way he innocently touches me but to me it's not so innocent because I'm a virgin and I've never been touched.
Harry grabs me by the ankles, I scream and flip over, backing away while kicking at him playfully.
He grabs my legs again and pulls me towards him, I scream and giggle, he kneels down then hovers over me, I bend my arms over my chest and laugh.
"Caught you." He smirks, trying to pry my arms from my chest.
"Hey there!" I tease when his hand brushes over my boob, oddly enough my stomach still leaps.
"You know you like it." He teases, ending with a chuckle as I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. "You do!" He exclaims.
"Lets not talk about it." I purse my lips together.
"I'm just really happy you came to visit again." He kisses my nose earning "awwhhh"s from the fans. He kisses me passionately, I see flashes through my eyelids, that's how bright it is.
He stands up and grabs my ankle.
"Harry." I whine as he starts to pull me off the stage. I twist and squirm, grabbing the wall causing my shirt to ride up a bit.
He gently pulls me away from it, I lay on my stomach as he drags me away and Louis takes another picture. I can see Harry teasing me about this in the future.
He picks me up and sets me on my feet, I smile up at him before adjusting my shirt, I reach up to kiss him, I just can't get enough.
"Hey, where's the bathroom, I gotta pee." I pull away a little to ask him that.
He chuckles and points me in the direction.
I use the bathroom and wash my hands, fixing my shirt a little bit more before exiting the bathroom. Harry walks towards me, I scrunch my eyebrows together then he throws me over his shoulder, I hold onto the back of his shirt. Louis just has to take another picture.
"I hate you." I say but smile.
He turns around and walks back towards the guys I think, setting me down and grabbing his phone.
"Selfies?!" He asks excitedly.
"Sure." I shrug, we take cute and stupid selfies.
I watch as he logs onto twitter and posts one of the worst pictures and captions it as having loads of fun with the most beautiful girl backstage at the concert @styles_lover_69
I really need to change my twitter name...immediately there's a ton of retweets, favorites, mentions, etc.
"You think I'm beautiful?" I ask, looking up at him.
"I don't think it, I know it." He informs me, I smile up at him again. I'm not really used to being called beautiful. I usually dated douchebags, I thought they were nice but they're not and the one only ever called me sexy, I am not sexy. I was called everything except beautiful.
"Yeah, you're pretty beautiful yourself, Styles." I smile, ruffling his hair a bit.
He chuckles and smoothes it out.
The guys motion for him to follow them out onto the stage. He sighs and kisses me before running after them. I make my way out into the front row, not in it but infront of it and watch the concert.
*****
Afterwards I walk with Harry to the hotel, his arm wrapped around me, as we talk about mindless things.
"I have a surprise for you when we get home." He grins.
"What is it?" I ask.
"It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you, now would it?" He asks.
I groan and roll my eyes. I spend my night trying to figure out what the surprise it.
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A/N: hey guyss! hope you liked the chapter and ohmygosh I almost have 1,000 reads and I'm so happy so early update! Uhm yeah so what do you think the surprise is? Comment your guesses and vote!
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