Day by Day

Ten Smiles

I get out of the bathroom and start looking for my guy. He told me he would wait for me around here somewhere, but I can't spot him. I run into Zayn.

"Hey, have you seen-" I ask Zayn as he cuts me off and smiles at me. "Keep walking that way, you'll see him." We bump our fists and he walks away as I keep walking, looking for the guy wearing brown boots, gray sweater and that piece of clothing on his head. I've been telling him for a while now that he should get a haircut but he's never had his hair this long so he likes it.

I walk and walk and walk around the stadium and don't spot anyone. Zayn must've been joking around, as always.

And then I see him. My man. Harry. His back to me, shoulder blades visible from a long distance. One of his legs is casually crossed so his weight is resting completely on his left leg. I notice he's talking to Paul. I move my finger to my mouth to gesture Paul not to tell Harry I'm walking towards him. I walk on my tiptoes, making sure not to make one sound. I'm not gonna scare him, but I should.

I step behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and intertwining my own hands on his tummy. He doesn't even look back to know it's me. He just knows it's me as I know it's him when he wraps his arms around me. His right hand covers my hands as he rises his left arm to his back, caressing my head. My cheek is in between his shoulder blades and I smile and close my eyes with his touch on my head and hands.

He starts making little circling patterns on my hand with his finger as he talks to Paul about the show in a couple of hours. My eyes are closed and I start to take in his smell, his back against my front, his long torso and his legs for days. Suddenly I feel his fingers trying to separete my hands, just so he can intertwine his hands to mine. I raise my head from resting on his back and kiss him between his shoulder blades. Then I move my lips to kiss his right shoulder blade and then his left one.

"Stay close, I'm gonna go find the other guys", Paul says and leaves me alone wih Harry.

His left arm rises again and rests on my shoulders, making Harry turn around to face me.

"Hi", he says as a big smile takes over his face. I'm sure I have the same stupid smile on my face.

"Hi. Discussing important tour stuff? Your voice sounded all deep and serious. Well, your voice is always deep, but you get my point." He cracks up a little small laugh and leans down to kiss my forehead.

"Glad I can amuse you, you're all smiles and laughs today", I smile up at him. He looks so beautiful, even with that long hair. He could pull off any hairstyle in the world. He's beautiful. My arms feel numb around his body and his hand on my hands and his arm around my shoulders sends electricity to all of me.

"I'm giddy today, excited about the show I guess", he says smiling and his hold on my shoulders gets stronger, holding me closer to his body. I do the same, my arms tighten around his body, as if afraid to let him go. He can't stop smiling, sometimes he just rises the corner of his lips forming a cute and sexy smirk. He manages to look adorable and sexy at once. I'm sure he's gonna make a comment about me staring any moment now.

"I like it when you stare at me. That means you have the hots for me."

"This is getting boring, I know you so well that I suspected you would say something about my staring." We both smile like idiots. He leans down to kiss me, aiming for my lips.

How I love his lips. Always soft, always pink. When my lips are cold, his are warm. When his lips are cold, mine are warm. Every Harry kiss is a perfect kiss, no matter how quick or passionate the kiss is. It feels like a first kiss somehow. And that taste of him, indescribable. Doesn't taste of any particular taste, he has his own taste. Harry.

We pull apart and he lets go of my hands, moving his body to face me completely. His right arm goes around my shoulders just as his left one is and I feel the weight of his strong arms on me. Moments like this one are my favorites. When we hold each other and everything around us disappears, only we exist, only we matter. My arms tighten around his body and one of my fingers hooks on the belt loop of his jeans.

"Was the bathroom up to your standars of neatness?" I know he's mocking my obsession with clean public places.

"Yes, it was clean and to my surprise, it smelled good. Don't even start to make fun of me." I say and try to look serious versus his smiling, giddy face.

"I love you." Those words that make my heart beat faster, those words that make my stomach flip and my pulse go crazy. His lips crash against mine, softly but urged at the same time. "I love you", he repeats against my lips. I love it when he talks against my lips, I can feel his lips moving on my mouth and I just want to take one of his puffy lips between my teeth.

"I love you, babe", I say against his lips and I feel his mouth turn up into a smile.

"Your smile is so pretty," I pull back to see that smile, "and you have so many different smiles."

"How come I have different smiles?"

"Yes. A smile for when you see a familiar face, like a friend. A smile for when you're surprised. A smile for when you meet a fan. A smile for when you take a picture with a fan. A smile for when you see your parents or your sister. A smile for when you see a crowd when you go on stage. A smile for when you're uncomfortable. A smile for when you're trying to be polite. A smile for when you fall asleep tired. And a smile for when you look at me."

There it is. The smile for when he looks at me. And I can't get enough of it.

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