Only You- A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 26: Fangirl

"Your smile is on every face now."

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Chapter 26

The boys kicked off their stadium tour in London a couple of weeks after Harry’s birthday. The day of the concert, I didn’t see Harry at all. But I wasn’t disappointed. I knew that they had tons of stuff to do to prepare for the big opening night. When Harry came home late in the afternoon, I was propped up on the sofa watching reruns of NCIS and eating macaroni and cheese.

He was gross and sweaty, and looked more than exhausted, but I was still thrilled to see him. I tilted my chin up to kiss him and grinned at his shiny face.

“Hey baby,” he said, throwing himself on the sofa next to me. I moved my feet so he could sit comfortably and reached for his hand.

“Hey yourself,” I grinned. “How was practice?”

“Long and hard. It’s sinking in that we’re really starting another tour, and I’m super excited.”

“You should be!” I said enthusiastically. “It’s going to be great!”

“I know,” he smiled, running his hands through his hair. “But I’m still glad to be sitting for at least a little while.”

“When do you have to be back?” I questioned, turning the TV down. I hadn’t even bothered getting ready for the day yet, as I wasn’t going anywhere.

“In three hours. So I came home to shower and eat something and maybe chill for a while.” I giggled.

“Well, shower should definitely take precedent in that list,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “Babe, you stink.”

“Thanks,” he smirked. “Really sweet of you, Lex.”

“Anything for you,” I winked, settling my feet under me. He appraised my appearance briefly, from my hair to my baggy t shirt and shorts, and laughed under his breath.

“You’re showering too, right?” he asked. I shrugged.

“I guess eventually. Why?”

“Well you have to do it soon. You’re coming to the show tonight.”

“I am?” I asked, confused. He nodded enthusiastically.

“Of course! Did I not tell you?” he asked me, cocking his head. I shook my head and rolled my eyes, throwing the blanket off me and standing off the couch.

“No, you didn’t,” I moaned, heading for the stairs. He was right behind me.

“Oops,” he smirked. I grabbed a towel from the closet and headed into the bathroom, turning to glare at him before I sharply shut the door.