Touring with One Direction

Chapter 15

I woke up with my head on Harry's chest, and his arm wrapped around me. He was already awake, and I guess he was watching me sleep. His eyes were still red from crying.

"Hey," I said with a whisper and a smile.

"You took that so well yesterday," Harry said, wiping hair from my face.

"What do you mean?" I asked, shifting in his arms.

"I don't know, you just stayed calm while Niall and I were balling our eyes out," he chuckled. I smiled and shrugged.

"Niall's your best mate, you shouldn't have been fighting with him," I said.

"Then what else would I have done?" He asked. "He deserved to be punched once or twice."

"Harry, you could've talked to him," I said. He stayed silent.

"Why were you so calm?" He asked after a while.

I bit my lip and shrugged. "My family always abused me, so I just learned to stop crying after, because it was over. There wasn't any need to keep crying," I said.

He gave me a sad smile and kissed me, tracing patterns on my hip bone.

"I wish you didn't have to go through all that before we found you," he whispered.

"I know..." I said, and buried my face into his chest.

"I remember halfway into the show...she left... but I didn't really care. I was just glad I was there. My mom got me really close seats, I guess just to distract me while she was gone," I said with a sigh.

"I remember seeing you," Harry said. "In the crowd."

I sat up. "You did?"

He nodded his head and trace his fingers along my arm. "I wanted to have you come backstage after the show, but Paul wouldn't let me."

"I thought you looked at me a few times, but then I was like, 'Why would he look at me?' So I concluded you didn't look at me, just in my direction," I smiled.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Fangirl," he said with a laugh. I smiled.

"I love you," I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I love you too," he said.

Sorry this one is so short! I'm running out of ideas! -A