Ever Since New York - Harry Styles Series

Drama Ahead? - Part 8

You wrapped your arm around his and put your chin on his shoulder. "Do you wanna go back up to the room?"

"Yes and no," he sighed. "I want our privacy, but I also don't want to ruin our day because of them."

"Hey, it won't be ruined," you said. "As long as we're spending time together I don't care if it's up in the room or down here."

He smiled. "You're so cheesy."

"I've learned from the best," you smirked.

He laughed and kissed you quickly before getting up and grabbing your things to head back to the room. On the way up there, you stopped at the restaurant in the hotel to get lunch to bring with you.

When you got up to the room, you two went out on the balcony. Harry smirked and pulled you onto his chair.

"Excuse you," you laughed.

"What? There's plenty of room for you on here," he smirked.

You laughed and turned to face him as you two ate. Once you were finished you put your things to the side and moved up closer to him. He smirked wrapping his arms around you.

You felt a little tug on the string of your top and you gasped. "What are doing?" you laughed.

"Oops," he smirked when your top fell in between the two of you.

"Don't try and act like you didn't just purposely do that," you laughed.

"But I didn't," he smirked pulling you closer to him.

"Hm. Sure," you whispered.

"It was a complete accident," he mumbled against your lips.

"Hm. Keep lying," you mumbled.

He smirked deepening the kiss and running his hands up your sides before putting his hands on your naked chest.

"We can't do this out here," you giggled.

"We're on the top floor with no neighbors. We're good," he mumbled.

"Fine, we can fool around out here, but we're not having sex," you whispered.

"I'm perfectly okay with that," he smirked moving one hand down so that it was on your thigh. "I can get you all worked up out here and then take you inside... "

"Then what are you waiting for," you smirked.

**

It was time for your show and Harry was out in his spot in the audience. He's seen you perform dozens of times over the years and every time he was still so proud and amazed at you. He wondered if that was how his Mom felt every time she saw him perform.

Halfway through the show, your publicist walked over to Harry. "We need to talk," she shouted.

"What?" He shouted back.

"WE NEED TO TALK!" She shouted nodding towards backstage.

He nodded and followed her backstage. "What's up?" he asked.

"We have a problem," she sighed.

"What is it?" he asked.

"The pictures of you and Y/N today were posted online," she sighed.

"I'm not exactly surprised," he sighed. "We saw the pap out on a boat."

"Well, it wasn't just pictures from the beach that were posted. There are some from the balcony as well," she said showing him her phone.