Act Two // Book One

Chapter Thirty Seven

Opening Night of Harry Styles world tour was looking to be an evening to end all evenings for the people of London. The venue was buzzing with activity and it wasn't even 11 am yet. Samantha was more frazzled now than she had been the other night while Harry was still at home, refusing to get up before eight. He lightly protested when Samantha left his warm embrace, but quickly fell back asleep once she was out of the bed. Samantha had to giggle. She couldn't help but congratulate herself. His exhaustion was no doubt due to the obsession with her body the previous evening.

Samantha stood in Harry's dressing room with her laptop open to a spreadsheet containing the names and contact info for every member of the crew. When Lucas admitted he didn't have a contact sheet Samantha about had a heart attack. Lucas had to laugh, he'd met Samantha a week ago and she was already entertaining him.

Samantha's eyes were distracted from her computer screen only when five rolling wardrobe carts came into the room, Harry Lambert following behind them while he shouted something about each cart being worth more than the collective salary of the entire crew.

Harry caught her eye. He walked over to kiss her cheek, shaking his head in disgust,

"We have art here in these...art...and it's like nobody cares."

Samantha smiled,

"People just don't understand huh?"

He rolled his eyes,

"Tell me about it." He glanced around, "Where's the boss?"

Samantha returned to her spreadsheet, tapping on Harry's name,

"At home. He texted me about 20 minutes ago saying he was finally awake. He should be here soon."

"I saw the mutt outside running around causing havoc."

"Rufus is out?!" Samantha yelled in a panic.

Harry put his hands on her shoulders,

"Down girl. He's fine. He was playing with Joanna."

Samantha breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of Rufus' trainer's name. She turned her computer towards Harry,

"Fill this out."

"What's this?" He asked as he took her computer from her. He rolled his eyes, "Roll call. Great."

Samantha felt her heart smile when she heard Harry's voice behind her,

"Alright, alright. I'm here." He walked directly over to Samantha, pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head and squeezed her shoulder, "Hated waking up without you." He whispered.

Harry rolled his eyes just as he finished typing out his info,

"I can hear you whether you whisper it or not." He observed as he handed the computer back to Samantha.

Harry shook his head as his stylist walked away,

"No respect."

Samantha tipped her head up for a kiss. Harry obliged,

"Rufus is outside making Joanna earn her salary."

"I heard. I should take him for a run." Samantha winced a bit when she felt soreness through her shoulders. Harry immediately pulled back,

"Still sore?"

Samantha nodded,

"Car accident was two weeks ago and it still hurts sometimes." When she caught sight of Harry's worried face, she smiled weakly and lifted her hand to his cheek, "I'm ok. I promise."