Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Sixty-Seven

Part Sixty-Seven

My hand grabs Harry's tightly as we run to the front row, trying to get to see the band as close as we can. We get to about the third row and we stop, unable to get farther. Harry stands behind me, kissing my cheek and resting his head on my shoulder, arms wrapping around me.

The music starts and I jump, both of us cheering as the band appears on the stage. Harry's arms wraps around my shoulder, protectively holding me, my back against his chest.

Love of mine, some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark

Harry's voice sings, both of us shouting the lyrics to the songs, Harry swaying my body at the music. Harry never leaves my side the whole night, his arms around me at all time. This was honestly one of the best feelings I have had in a long time. Some of the songs are soft, Harry whispering the words in my ear, the words reflecting his feelings perfectly. Each of my hands rest on his, the strong hands felt under my soft touch with my fingers entwining with his.

My eyes close with every sway he does, protecting me from the druggies around us. I could almost tell when he would glare at anyone looking at me, his arms tensing and holding me closer.

"You having fun?" he asks, kissing my cheek. I nod and smile up at him, his lips kissing mine. My head turns back and I raise my hands, hooking one behind his head and running my fingers through his curls.

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Harry.

My eyes watch her, barely even paying attention to the band playing anymore. It's all on her and her carefree spirit. All my concern for her care is on alert, protecting her from the massive amounts of drug addicts in the fan base of this band.

'Cause when she sings I hear a symphony
And I'm swallowed in sound as it echoes through me
I'm renewed, oh how I feel like
Though autumn's advancing, we'll stay young, go dancing

As the music plays
Feel our bodies sway
When we move as one
We stay young

Her voice attempts to sing the notes, my lips smiling at her, yet she can't see me. My lips kiss her cheek and she laughs, her finger tips lightly running through my hair, her nails scratching tenderly.

"Let go Harry. Have fun," she cheers in my ear.

My heart beats faster, her smile shining in the light. She straightened her curly locks and pulled it back, her face exposed completely. My hands run along her stomach, grabbing onto her waist tightly.

"Just relax," I tell her, her head nodding. Pushing up, I lift her above my head and allow her to sit on my shoulders, her hands resting on top of my hair.

"This is awesome!" she yells, my hands grabbing her thighs tightly so she doesn't fall. Both of us sing the rest of the night, her hands moving onto mine. My vision is soon blocked by dark locks, Beth's head leaning down and kissing my forehead.

"I love you Harry. This is amazing," she cheers, tugging lightly on my fingers. The stage goes black just after one in the morning and I feel Beth slide down my back, moving into a piggy-back ride. Her little arms wrap around my neck and her legs wrap around my waist, my hands on the underside of her thighs.

I walk out of the plaza with her overly tired form on my back, gripping her tightly to me. Instinctively, I feel it is my job to protect her, shield her from anything bad that comes her way. Since the day she took me back, I can't express enough to her how much I love her. She's my girl and she will stay my girl for as long as I'm breathing.