"We're not who we used to be, we're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me, trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat."
Madeline "Ellie" Young is a veteran tour manager. She's one of the best in the business; she can turn an...
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Warning: Smut
Harry's POV
I had an interview today on the Graham Norton Show, where I haven't been back since 2015 with One Direction. I bid Ellie goodbye, giving her a nice kiss on the cheek before heading off with my management team.
During the interview, I sat on the couch while he talked over things like my puke monument in LA before joking around with the other guests.
"This solo thing is going quite well for you." Graham said to me.
"Thank you." I smiled as the audience cheered.
They gushed on about my album and asked questions. Graham shifted his cards before turning to me, that's when I knew an uncomfortable question was coming.
"So, you and your tour manager, Madeline, are quite good friends, yes?" He asked me.
"We are," I nodded. "She's amazing."
"I heard that she has been a bit under the weather lately?" He asked.
"She has, she came down with a bit of a cold last week," I lied, smiling softly. "She's doing fine though, she should be back up in a few hours for the show later this week."
"That's great, send her my wishes," he smiled. "Now, rumor has it that the two of have a bit more than a friendship, what are you thoughts on that?"
"Well, Madeline and I have been friends since the last One Direction tour, and we've formed quite a tight bond, but other than that," I started to shake my head. "We're just friends."
"Your fans are obsessed with the idea of the two of you," he laughed. "You two have a, what they call, ship name."
"Oh, yeah, it's Hareline," I laugh. "Madeline will gush about it for hours."
"So, Harry, is there anything brewing there?" he continued to budge. "You two have a few more months of tour, a possible romance forming?"
"I don't know," I raised my shoulders as the crowd booed me. "She's a great friend, yes."
***
I got back to the hotel for that night, finding Madeline eating while watching something on Netflix. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun as she stuffed her face with chips. She jumped from the bed when she saw me, a grin breaking out on her face.
She was about to pull me into a hug when I noticed her outfit. My hands found her waist as I pushed her back to look at it.
"Is that my shirt?"
She took her bottom lip between her teeth, looking down at the black shirt that was quite big on her, reaching the top of her thighs.
"Yeah." She smiled as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me.
