Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 62

Harry's POV

I take one final look at the crowd, smiling and waving, trying to hold back the tears. How did I ever get this lucky? I take one last bow, blowing as many kisses as possible before walking off stage. I look to Jeff, who's standing there with a smile on his face, patting me on my quite sweaty back.

I take off my suit jacket and hand it to one of my team members, thanking them quickly before turning back around to Jeff.

"Great show, H," he says over the noisy atmosphere, patting my shoulder.

"Thanks Jeffrey. Couldn't do it without you," I hug him. He smiles, both of us then being bombarded with security members, team members, and stage setup crew members with instructions on what to do and where to go next. It's immediate chaos, as per usual.

I always feel guilty not staying and helping clean up, but I just never have time. I sometimes don't even have time to say goodbye to everyone. I'm always being guided in a certain direction by a security guard, being taken the secret back-ways of the venue and into secret cars, off to secret places. Sometimes it feels like my whole life is a secret.

I can't complain though, because although my career definitely comes with some drawbacks, there are far too many things I love about it that would stop me from ever quitting the industry. It gets exhausting, yes, but being able to make music that people can relate to and take inspiration from is really most important to me.

I rid my brain of all my thoughts, instead focusing on what I should wear to the after party tonight. I go with a t-shirt and jeans, just wanting to be at least somewhat comfortable, before I head back out with Jeffrey. It's not a fancy after party or anything, just my friend Cal who lives in this area who decided to throw a little get together at his flat. We are in Paris after all, we have to celebrate.

I'm a little tired to be partying if I'm being honest, but I would feel too bad if I didn't show up. Plus, I have all of tomorrow to rest anyways, and Sunday. We don't have another show until Tuesday, which is the day before Avery's birthday, in California. God, I'm so excited to see her.

Jeff leads us up the elevator and to Cal's flat, where I'm bombarded with people, loud music, and the smell of alcohol. It's a nice flat, the place being extremely clean and modern, and also dimly lit, but just the right amount. I'm lead to a bar to get a drink, which I quickly grab before taking off to find Cal with Jeff.

Time passes by soon enough, my night consisting of talking to different people about tour, my music, and all that kind of stuff while I do some shots and leisurely drink. There's a good mix of people here; my friends, my team members, some people I don't know, even my opening act - Cassidy. I socialize with everyone, and I have to admit I'm a little too buzzed for my likings, but I just roll with it.

I sit down on a couch next to a couple people, pulling out my phone to text Avery. My vision is a little blurry, but I can see a couple missed texts from her. I can't exactly make out what they say, something to do with how she hoped I had a good show.

Me: Hi Av. Sorry I'm just now seeing your text. I'm a is kind of drunk right now but not that in a way.

I look over the text a few times, my brain trying to see if I typed correctly. I press send anyway, eagerly waiting for a response. My head continues to spin, the alcohol surely running through my veins as I continue to sip on my whiskey sour.

Avery: Oh lord. Be careful babe! Text me when you get back to your hotel so I know you're safe. Have fun:)

I smile to myself as I read the text, just about to respond as a big group of people all walk over to me, sitting down. They all seem to be having their own conversations, so I look back to my phone to try and concentrate and what Avery said again.