Sometimes

Chapter 16

Our breathing became more laboured as our motions quickened. My fingers ran frantically through his hair, while his arms moved up and down my back effortlessly before he lifted me up slightly and moved me back towards the table I once leant on, he then gently placed me down and tightened his grip around me, pulling me even closer. I stopped and pulled away slightly; fully aware of where this situation could end up going. His eyes met with mine, searching for why I had stopped.

"Harry no, not like this" I said as I shuffled back, creating distance between our bodies. I could see in his eyes that he understood, yet he still looked slightly disappointed. "Well done for trying though" I said with a wink, determined to raise a smile from his beautiful face.

"Well you can't blame a man for trying" he said as he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me towards his chest. We stayed there for a moment for two, my head resting against his chest, his heart beating rhythmically, while he rested his chin on my head.

"You know I would love to stay here with you for the rest of the day but I have work to do" I said pushing him back slightly and moving myself off the table.

"Errrrm hello, boyband member right here?" he said with a laugh.

"You know what I mean" I said grabbing my phone off the side and heading for the door.

"Of course I do babe. You go do your stuff...what ever that stuff is" he said looking a little confused.

"Rehearsals at two" I said as I closed the door behind me.

The rest of the afternoon went smoothly. The guys rehearsed for most of the afternoon before heading back to their dressing room and near killing each other while playing the Xbox.

It was a little after 8.30pm and I accompanied Jack as he rounded the guys up and got them to the stage for their headlining slot.

"Excited?" I asked Harry as we walked to the stage. We walked side by side, behind the others and I could tell he was struggling not to hold my hand or put his arm around me shoulders.

"Of course!" he said enthusiastically as he faffed with his hair.

"You and your precious barnet look great" I said reassuringly as we turned the corner and stood at the side of the stage. And he did; he wore a pair of dirty denim jeans tucked into scruffy black boots, a checked shirt and a leather jacket, and he looked hot.

"Thanks babe" he said as they were announced on stage. He kissed me quickly on the cheek, before he ran on stage, turning as he went and sticking his tongue out, knowing too well that I would be panicking about someone seeing his burst of PDA.