Tyra’s pov; I felt like a idiot. First of all, why would I want to come back here? It just hurt me even more. Than, to put Harry through all of this. I couldn’t manage to get words out. I looked at him and all I could say was;
“I need you.”
That was it. My vocal cords were like paralyzed. I just sat there and cuddled up in his chest. Harry managed to get me out of the house, and back to my old house where everyone was spending the night. We had a movie night and I somehow got my mind off chichi. The next day we went back to America. We didn’t get to go home though. We went straight to Pennsylvania. I wasn’t upset, the boys were performing at Hershey Park. So we got to go on rides. I was afraid of roller coasters, so I sat next to Harry on most of those squeezing his hand, while Zayn was talking about how it was the rollercoaster that is life. He’s so funny. Me, Eleanor and Kristen were walking with our boys when a little girl came up to us.
“Hi. Can I take a picture with you guys?” Us girls thought she was talking about the boys. So we stepped back.
“No, I mean all of you.” She made me smile. She was about 7 years old. But she was still gorgeous. We took the picture and she said bye to all of us. The boys said goodbye and we kept on walking. My favorite thing to do at Hershey Park was go in the chocolate factory and sit in the little cart and just ride around for awhile. We stepped onto the movie floor and the first one to fall was Niall. All the couples got in there own carts and the ride started. I cuddled up next to Harry and just watched all the chocolate.
Paul called at it was time for their sound check. There was so many girls, it was crazy. Sound check was fun. And I was hoping the concert would be a good one. Me and El got really close, and I ended up sitting next to her talking the whole time. I was sitting in between Kristen and El, Joyce on the opposite side of Kristen, and Dani on the other side of El. The concert was fun. And Torn made me emotional, yet again. I went home and went on instagram. Ever since people found out about me and Harry I’ve been gaining followers all over the place. I had like 30k. They always commented on my pictures and when I would respond to them, they would screenshot it and fan girl. I loved all of them. I was scrolling down my feed, and there was a picture of all of us sitting front row at the concert, with the caption.
-The five most gorgeous girls on the planet.-
I commented saying thank you. And she started flipping out. It was crazy. I got off instagram. And went to lay down for the night. I dozed off watching The Social Network. It was the same thing for the next couple weeks. Concert, after concert after concert. All we were doing was traveling around the world.
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Life got crazier with every new concert. Come home and go on the internet and there was a new picture of yourself. I started tweeting fans, and people were fangirling over that too. I was starting to wonder. If I dropped Harry would people hate me? Like do they only like me because I’m with the Harry Styles? No, I wasn’t going to let myself think like that.
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Joyce’s pov; Today was the day. February 1st. Big concert in Texas, and Harry’s birthday. Tyra had a surprise for Harry, but it was more like a surprise for everyone because she would let anyone else know what it is. We stayed inside most of the day because it was really hot outside. We got to sound check, and said bye to the boys. We went to get a bite to eat, and walked around. It was so hot. We needed air conditioning. This was going to be one rough concert. Half way through the concert, Tyra disappeared somewhere. 10 Minutes later and chair was set up in the front of the stage. Was she stripping for him?
Harry came out and was sat down in the chair. He was smiling but he had no clue what was going on. Tyra walked out onto the stage. She looked so cute.
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AUTHORS NOTE; IF YOU GO TO THE STORY ON MY PAGE THAT SAYS “FASHION LINE” AND CLICK ON WHERE IT SAYS TEXAS CONCERT AND CLICK ON THE LINK YOU WILL SEE WHAT TYRA WAS WEARING.
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“Can I get a happy birthday for my main man Harry?!” A yell escaped the crowd. She started singing happy birthday, but not how people normally do. She was actually like singing it. Stretching the notes and hitting the high ones. She sounded great. Than a familiar beat started. She was singing! Tyra was on stage singing to Harry. She was singing “Marry you” by Bruno mars. Everyone was jumping up and down. And we all were especially knowing the last time Tyra sang. This moment needed to be captured forever.
