Chapter 24

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Harry's POV

Hearing all of that from Andy was hard, but I feel like I know her way better now, which I do. Right now we were walking through the long halls to go to the tour bus. I was so excited to have her here with me for the tour. I had my arm around her waist, just in case her legs gave out from the beatings she received earlier. 

My heart sunk further as I remembered how helpless I was. Standing on stage yelling, I was so scared as I watched the girl I can't even explain how strong of feelings I have for, get pummeled and I don't even know what the cause was. I looked down at her as she was resting her head on the side of my torso while we walked. I would have to ask her about that when we are alone.

I felt something swirl inside me as I thought of how she said she was so uncomfortable around people and especially guys. That makes sense with how shy she was when I first started dating her. Never wanting to push herself on me. I thought it was different, but I love it because it's who she is. Sure, I'm going to try to help her get more comfortable around people so she never gets stepped on, but it's cute when she slowly does something like the other day. 

She was inching towards me and I could tell that she wanted to put her arms around me but she didn't want to push herself on me. She was so shy with everything, it was almost hard to believe with all the girls throwing themselves at us everyday. I just loved how I feel like a normal person with her.

Her phone started ringing. Andy pulled away slightly to pull it out of her pocket, but them leaned back into me slowly. I gently tightened my arm around her, pulling her to me so she knew it was alright. I remember the first time we walked with my arm around her, that was a fun time.

*Flashback*

I was walking through the hospital halls with Andy beside me. I don't know what came over me, but I put my arm around her and pulled her closer to me. I heard a small gasp escape her lips with the unexpected gesture. We continued walking the long way back to her room. A giggled began bubbling out of the beautiful girl from beside me.

I looked down at her in confusion, but felt a smile spread across my face at her contagious emotions. What this girl does to me. Her face was blocked by a sheet of her curly hair as she looked down at our walking feet. "What are you so giggly about?" I asked finally. "I always dreamt of someone holding me like this, even with the funny bumpy walking of my untalented skill of walking." She said with another round of giggles.

Now that I became aware of it, she was definitely not walking in a straight line as she kept bumping and almost tripping over her feet. A laugh escaped me. She looked up at me with a happy expression. A new round of giggles began bubbling out of Andy. "I didn't think it was that funny." I said with a laugh and a smile. "I'm not laughing at that anymore." She said with a smile. 

"Did I miss something?" She shook her head. "It's just another weird quality of mine." I notice a ting of red fill her face as she looked away slightly, still smiling. "I would love to learn more about you!" I said, genuinely. "I giggle like that when ever I'm really happy. It's quite embarrassing actually. Once, after my brother moved out, I think two years after he moved out, he took me out to dinner because my mom wasn't around."

She smiled at the memory. "He took me to Wendy's and thought I was going insane because of how much I was giggling." I laughed as I tried to imagine her brother's reaction. I had only really met him a few times, one of those were more so awkward when he walked in on us kissing. I smiled to myself as I also remembered the promises I made to her family. I will keep those.

By now, we were stepping up onto the tour bus. I could the excitement clearly on her face. The boys sat in the "Den" I guess you could call it. It was a small, cozy area with some couches, chairs, a tv, and some more technology equipment. Louis was on the floor, sifting through movies it looked like.

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