Something Infinite

Chapter 61; Part 3

Jen's POV

February 13, 2016- Wembley Stadium

Pride and admiration were two words which could have described how I felt, while watching Harry get ready for his final show. My favourite part of the night, was watching and listening to him warm up his vocals. Tonight it was bittersweet, because it would be the last time I got to witness this, for who knew how long.

The strain in his voice, and the way he squinted his eyes tightly when he hit a powerful chord, always gave me goosebumps. His talent was too good to go to waste, this is what he should have been doing, he was made for this, the world deserved to hear him sing.

I sat in awe of my boyfriend, remaining quiet like I always did during his vocal warm up's, allowing the shivers to take over my body as he got towards the last run of his note. I could have watched him do this all night, and I would happily watch him do it for the rest of my life.

"You get all that?" He turned to Mason and the camera crew, who were filming him more tonight, than any other.

"Your range is insane, dude. I knew you were good, but watching you like this, improvising, I got chills. Now I know why my girl fell in love with you, damn," Mason turned to me, making Harry laugh at the compliment.

"I think I had to work a little harder than some warm up's to win her over, didn't I love?" He smiled at me, reminding me of another reason why I was completely in love with him.

Harry's smile had this power over me, it was as if he knew it worked some kind of charm, and whenever he looked at me with that smile, I was mesmerised and captivated it. You couldn't help but stare, and get completely lost in his gaze, it was enchanting.

"You didn't have to work very hard at all, I think all you had to do was shake my hand and introduce yourself, and I was yours," I admitted to him. He won me over from day one, there was no denying it.

"Ah, my girl in the Rolling Stones Tee, my favourite vision, still to this day," he described the outfit I wore the first day we met. I remembered we had the same shirt on, maybe that was destiny, as corny as that sounded.

"You two kill me," Mason smiled at the both of us.

"Actually Jen, while I have you here, what are you doing tomorrow?" He asked me suddenly, like there was a request to follow.

"It's Valentine's Day, I was planning to spend it with Harry, why?" I asked him, kind of hoping he didn't want to gate crash.

Harry and I hadn't had a normal Valentine's Day together yet, it always seemed to be interrupted by us arguing over something- whether it be over jealousy, or me finding out Mia was on the way, and not knowing if I wanted to go through with the pregnancy. I looked forward to a nice romantic evening, especially since we hardly got to celebrate his birthday this year.

"I have a favour to ask, and it would really mean the world to me if you did it. You know I wouldn't ask if I didn't desperately need you," he pleaded his case, before I even knew what he wanted.

"What do you need?" I asked him, hoping it wouldn't ruin my Valentine's Day plans for tomorrow.

"I have an interview in Paris, with this huge superstar tomorrow for a Valentine's Day special. We all think you should do the interview with me, because I really couldn't think of anyone better to do this with. It's only an hour flight, so you could come, and make it back here to spend the night with Harry," he explained to me.

"Mason..." I hesitated, not wanting to say no, but not really wanting to say yes either. I was in an awkward spot, because I knew if I did this, it would risk hurting Harry's feelings, as I'd be leaving him for another valentines.