The Adventures of Harry and Me (H.S.)

Fool For You

"Are you ready to experience Harry for the first time?" Abigail shouts loudly in my ear. If I'm being honest? No. I'm not ready. Unsure what to expect or how I'm going to feel, I take a deep breath as the house lights go down, signaling the beginning of the first show of Harry's second tour. The arena screams as a tall boy struts on stage. He stops in front of the microphone stand as the music to Madeleine begins to filter through the speakers.

The anxiety expands in my chest, nervous for Harry as he performs new songs that this large audience, including me, haven't heard live in concert before. Of course I have listened to his husky singing voice while he cooks dinner, or washes his hair in the shower, or following a bad day, but never in a room surrounded by thousands of other women.

The spotlight turns on, lighting up his fit body holding onto his guitar. He takes a deep breath as he starts the first line of the upbeat song. Harry looks nervous. Anxious. His eyes search the left side of the arena until they stop, landing on mine. Our eyes lock as a small smile slides across his face. I can't help but allow my face to be swallowed by my smile as I wave to the boy I have been dating for three months. I watch his body relax as he grooves into the middle of the song. Abigail nudges me with her elbow as I blush at the interaction that just took place. It makes me think the placement of our seats was strategic, but I don't mind being up close and personal with him.

I watch as he prances around the stage, swiveling his hips back and forth, showing off a few moves I've seen during our weekly kitchen dance parties. It makes me laugh when he shoots a wink my way. He seems happy, excited even, that I am there. That makes me happy. Excited. Giddy.

"This is the song that started it all. I want to thank you for your never ending support for my first two albums. It means the world." Harry says into the microphone. "This is Sign of the Times."

The choir begins and the airy sounds of Sign of the Times fill the room. Harry's hands strum along the strings of his guitar gracefully. His voice is full of emotion and it brings tears to my eyes. This is the first time I have heard this song live, and it raises goosebumps on my skin as he belts out the notes. Abigail gives me a hug as I wipe away the tears that are leaking down my cheeks.

Harry's band transitions into East of Leeds while he walks over, picking up a water bottle, putting it against his lips. You watch as he takes three giant swallows of water. How in the world does he make such a small, everyday task look so sexy?

The funky tone of the song makes Harry sway to the beat. His arms move like a mermaid dancing in water, and it makes me giggle. I imitate his moves, obviously looking more like a dork than cute like Harry, and he spots me. I watch as Harry stifles a snigger at my awesome dance moves, which causes me to chuckle even more than I already was. I love how he can always make me laugh. Laughing with Harry is my favorite thing.

The note changes in East of Leeds cause my heart to melt into a massive puddle that is so big, I'm worried Abigail may have to scoop me up in a bucket to take me home. The song comes to an end, and I feel the excitement for the next song as he takes a swig of water and walks to the microphone.

"Some of you may know this song from last tour; it's a song I wrote a long time ago, but it's one of my favorites." Harry says. The entire arena erupts in screams as the song begins. The screams turn into music as the crowd begins to sing along with a song that is obviously well known. You can feel the love and admiration they have for the English boy on stage.

I don't think I have heard this song before. My body begins to tingle as I watch him take a deep breath before starting the first verse of the song. I watch as he pours his heart and soul into the song, and a the realization washes over me. I'm a fool for you.

I feel like we are alone; everyone in the room has disappeared, and my full attention is on the boy with the floral pants. He sings about wanting just a little bit of my heart, because a little is better than none, and it makes me want to run up on the stage and give him my whole heart. Let's be honest. It's been three months. Three short months of learning everything about this adorable, intelligent, hilarious, kind boy. Three quick months of letting this boy have just a little bit of my heart each time we meet. He now officially has my whole heart.

The tears have soaked my face as I feel in my heart I want to be with this man forever. In the past I have struggled to open up and give my whole heart to anyone with the fear of being hurt. But right here in this moment, I feel safe. Ready. Confident. This boy will take care of my heart. I just need to share it with him.

Listening to him sing this song puts butterflies in my stomach just like when he kisses me. His voice takes me to another world. A world of peace, and happiness. A world filled with love and kindness. A world where we are together for a lifetime and beyond. I want to share my world with this man. All he is asking for is just a little bit of my heart, and I will give him my all.

We make eye contact as the song comes to an end. He nods at me with a sweet smile on his face. I grin back as I feel content with the direction my heart and mind have taken me.

His next song begins, and I know this one by heart. It often appears during our dance parties, and it always brings me out of my shell. As Kiwi begins to play, I watch my man become animated on stage while he dances around the stage. The audience goes crazy as they show their love and devotion for Harry.

I dance along to the song just like I am at home in the kitchen with Harry by my side. I catch his cheeky smirk as he laughs. I think it's because of the crazy shapes I am throwing, but I am mistaken when I get soaked with water. He sticks his tongue out at me as I give him a glare that shows him he is going to get it later.

I dance along with Abigail the rest of the concert. Singing songs at the top of my lungs. Watching Harry on stage makes me want to witness this more. I take in every move as he swings his hips back and forth. I chuckle as he takes tiny steps along with the beat. He loves being on stage, and I adore watching this side of him.

This is a different side of Harry I haven't experienced before. In the comfort of home, he is a little more reserved, soft, relaxed and hilarious. Watching him on stage, I can see he loves the attention, his energy is through the roof, and he has this magnetic quality that brings the crowd in, making them want to engage with him. I relish watching the energy seep out of every pore in his body. He loves his job. He loves being on stage, performing for his fans.

The show ends, and Duke from the security team comes to escort us backstage. My stomach is in knots as this is the first time I will be seeing Harry since discovering just how much of my heart he has. Does he feel the same? Does he want me to have his whole heart?

We walk through the backstage doors and I spot him immediately. The smile on his face is giant as he talks to Mitch about the show. Mitch nods his head towards me, causing Harry to look. His smile shines as we make eye contact. He moves towards me, skipping slightly. His arms embrace my body, lifting me off the ground as he hugs me tightly. I am so close to his chest, I can feel his heart pounding fast.

"Come with me." He whispers softly in my ear as he sets my feet back on the ground. He holds my hand as he walks with me down the hall to his dressing room. Opening the door, I walk in first, with Harry not far behind.

"You did..." I am cut off by his lips against mine. His kiss is soft at first, causing the knot in my stomach to slowly unravel. His tongue begs for access, and I allow him to explore my mouth. My body relaxes into his as I know this is where I want to be forever. In his arms, safe, and loved.