It all started with a car

thoughts

Walking off the tourbus I followed the guys as they went to go say hello to the few fans that were already at the arena. I stood behind them rocking on my heels awkwardly as they all were asked for photos.

“Amanda?” I saw a girl maybe even my age standing before me.

“Yea?”

“Can I take a picture with you, please?” She asked.

I bit my lip, not really sure what to do, “Um...sure.”

“Oh my god thank you so much.” She stood next to me and put her iphone out infront of her snapping a picture.

“Thank you thank you thank you!!” She said again, “Your so gorgeous! I support Harranda all the way!”

With that she went over to her friends, I smiled and looked at Harry who was smiling back at me. He walked over and wrapped his arm around my waist whispering in my ear, “We haven't finished from the compartment.”

I hit him playfully on the shoulder and gave him a warning look, sitting down in the dressing room I played with his hair giving him small pecks on the cheek here and there. We were definatly joined at the hip, but he gave me my time and I gave him his. But, its not like he can go out with his buddies anywhere normally without big security guards and being bombarded by the press and fans. So we stayed together, and did things together. We didn't need to always go out, an occasional dinner when we had time is fine. Our cuddle dates in the hotel room watching movies all night was perfect too, then a casual dip in the pool now and then never hurt.

Looking at him I wondered, How did I get so lucky? Where did I turn in this world besides down that one road that led me to hit Harry with a car. Did the fates write this in my book, that I would end up with a gorgeous guy? Who knows. He turned to look at me,

“What are you thinking?” He asks.

“How I got to be with the most perfect guy in the world.”

“I was just thinking the same thing...except how I got with the most perfect girl in the world.”

I heard gagging noises from across the roonm and I grabbed a couch cusion and threw it towards the sound's direction. “Shuttup Louis, Liam or Ill tell the girlfriends back home that you guys have been having gay sleep overs.”

I've only talked to the other girlfriends through twitter. So far I like Danielle, she seems less full of herself then Eleanor. Eleanor just seemed like one of those girls that wanted a boyfriend with a lot of money. But, that was just my opinion and I'm allowed to have an opinion right? Remember kids I was born in America, I was born with the three simple liberties of Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

“So, I saw you take a picture with a fan today.” Harry broke my thoughts and I turned back to him. “It was cute.”

“Yeah, I was really surprised she wanted one. I mean I'm not as pretty as Danielle or Eleanor.”

“Oh come on now, your gorgeous and stunning.” He assured me, But I couldn't help think that he was just telling me that. Because, every good boyfriend has to say that to their girlfriend right? I bit my lip trying to not show my anxiousness in the situation. Harry wrapped his arms around me in a baby lock cuddle way. I rolled my eyes. This boy could be so sweet and cute all at the same time. He had the greatest voice and could sing me to sleep, he held me and cuddle with me, he respected my decisions and he was a great boyfriend. But, was I really a great girlfriend was I being too clingy by staying on tour with him? All these thoughts kept going through my head. We needed to talk tonight. I guess we would do that on the private jet to Georgia. Oh boy. Seriousness to come ahead.