Destiny | H.S.

Chapter 69

Harry's POV

I grip onto Avery's hand as we walk into the theatre that I'm playing, being guided by a few of my crew members to my dressing room. I squeeze her hand gently, smiling to myself as to how perfect this day is going. This whole trip, to be exact.

After my fitting and meeting this morning, we all ended up going out to lunch once it got to be like 1:00. It's nice spending alone time with Avery, don't get me wrong, but it's also nice to be able to socialize with other people while we're together.

We have similar friends, so it's easy for us to make new friends and grow closer to people while we're together. That's honestly super important to me, because a lot of times in relationships things can go badly when you only spend time with one another. We both don't mind being attached to one another, because if we're being honest, we both know that we are, but it's also nice to hangout with my team and band, her friends, our parents, etc.

"Are you excited?" Avery tucks her hair behind her ear as we enter the beautiful building, being greeted by worn out wooden walls, signed posters from previous artists' concerts, and a breathe of what I'll never be able to get enough of, an old theatre.

"I'm beyond excited, and I'm even more happy to have you here with me," I squeeze her hand, looking down to her smiling sweetly.

"I'm so happy I could come. I'm excited for your New York show too, but it's good to come home every once and a while. And to be with you, it's so special," she expresses, as we are finally led into my dressing room area, where my team has already set up most of my things.

"I get the same feeling, whenever I'm anywhere with you," I tell her, both of us taking a seat on one of my tour couches, Jeff in the corner of the room on the phone with someone.

"I'm glad we're on the same page," she reaches up and kisses my cheek, throwing her hands around my neck. I feel myself blush for no good reason, other than I just about lose it whenever she shows me the simplest forms of affection.

I place my hands on her waist, swaying a bit with her and kissing her forehead.

"Alright love birds, I hate to break you two apart, but Mr. Harold's gotta get his hair done now, Ayae just got here," Jeff jokes, looking down at his phone while probably texting someone. I roll my eyes, pecking Avery on the lips one last time while Ayae walks into the room with her bags.

"Thanks Jeffrey."

Avery and I both say hello to her, before I sit down in front of the large stage mirror, Avery sitting next to me while Ayae gets her stuff all ready.

"What time are your parents coming, love? And Jackson, and his girlfriend?"

"Uhh, I think they said 5 was good, if you're still okay with that. When are all your friends coming?" She bites on her lip, mesmerizing me with how naturally beautiful she is. She hasn't gotten ready for the night either, since it's only 3, and she said she wants to 'let her skin breathe' for a bit.

"5 is perfect, that way we'll have time to show them around and then have dinner in the kitchen area/dining room. And I believe Niall said he's coming at 6, Louis said he won't make it in time," I respond, watching her nod lightly.

"Okay, sounds good. I'll probably start doing my hair and makeup soon too, then," she says, getting up and grabbing a bag that Anthony had dropped off from our hotel full of her things.

"Alright love, we can get ready together. How cute of us," I joke, hearing Ayae laugh, shaking her head as she continues brushing my hair back, blow drying it.

The next hour and a half or so goes by quickly, and mainly consists of Avery, my band, and myself getting ready for tonight. Cassidy is no where in sight, thank god. I'm pretty sure Jeff directed her to her dressing room and politely told her to get ready.