Soft Side

Chapter five

The following morning, my body felt cold. I looked down to find my body completely bare with no clothes and no duvet. I shivered as I rolled over, reaching forward to find the duvet crumpled beside me, but nobody next to me. I sighed softly, running my hands over the sheets beside me as I looked up, automatically diving under the grey duvet cover as I heard the door knob go.

Luckily it was only Harry, dressed in nothing but his boxers. I let a breath escape me, one I didn't realise I was holding as relief of it only being him flushed through me. I smiled gently, sitting up softly as the tired man flopped back onto the bed, smiling up at me under his eyelashes that seemed to go on for days.

"We've got a show today" he murmurs, sleep still evident in his voice which was croaky and hoarse. A sound which I never realised would have such an effect on me. I nod softly, jumping out of bed and grabbing my makeup bag from the weekend bag I had brought with me. Following this I grabbed his T-shirt, slipping it over my body as I sat on the floor, beginning to do my makeup, Harry smiling behind me from the bed. I smiled back, continually blotting my foundation onto my skin and dabbing it in. Harry led watching, taking every step in, looking the most confused as I had ever seen him.

Finally completing my lengthy makeup routine, I stood up, grabbing my clothes from my bag and slipping them on. I knew we would be travelling to their next concert for most of the day and then heading straight to the arena so I had chosen a floral dress with black tights and some black heels, sliding the tights up my legs and then stepping into the dress. I groaned softly, realising I couldn't do the zip up at the back.

Harry must have caught onto my troubles because before I knew what was happening, his hands were gently guiding the zip up the dress, peppering gentle kisses up my back and the skin became enclosed. I hummed softly, taking my hair into my hands to fix it into a half up-half down style with a little bun on the top. A yawn escaping my lips as I stretched, feeling tired and knowing it was going to be another long day.

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We drove all the way to Glasgow's arena, where the next dates were being held. I had never been to Scotland so had forgotten just how cold it gets here. We pulled into the security gates, fans screaming as they saw and recognised the expensive Range Rover. I kept my head low, inside of whether I should be exposing myself or not. We made it to the parking space, seeing the tour bus parked ahead of us. I shiver, climbing out of the car as I see Harry jump out of the car and walk ahead of me. I had tried to catch up with him but he was walking too quick for my small legs. Why was he acting like this when we'd spent the entire journey laughing and smiling, even stealing kisses when we stopped at lights?

I rubbed my hands together as I followed him, not making myself too known to the fans who were waiting outside of the arena to attempt to meet the boys. Stepping through the cold metal exit door, I breathed out, instantly finding it warmer in the building but not being able to locate Harry. Damn he was quick and now I had no idea where he had gone. I did notice a blonde girl in front of me who I knew all too well, Molly. I stepped beside her, confusion lacing over her face before she turned and looked at me, tilting her head to the right slightly;
"One, where were you the other night? I didn't get to say goodbye... and two, what are you doing here?" She questions, a slight smile on her lips at the thought of seeing her best friend again as she then pulls me into a huge hug. She definitely was the best friend I had ever had.

I decided against telling her that I'd been sleeping with Harry in his childhood bedroom and that I had been on a weekend away with him to see his home town and meet his family, but instead went with the idea that I needed a night away so I had taken myself to a hotel for the night to get away from the home my things resided in. Molly nodded, understanding that things were hard at the house for me. That I wasn't happy there and my foster parents clearly did not want me. She began talking again, my attention focusing on Harry as he came out of the dressing room, not even making eye contact with me but instead looking at his phone. I looked at my phone, waiting to see it buzz but it didn't. I sighed softly, wanting more than anything to speak to him.

Not too long after, I saw him again, laughing with Niall who smiled and said hello to me as he walked past. Niall had even stopped to have a brief conversation with me about what I thought of Glasgow. Again, Harry said nothing but simply said farewell for now to Niall and continued walking. My eyes following him as he did so and then returning to Niall. All he was doing was repeatedly tearing my heart apart, every time I saw him. I kept on walking, trying my hardest to not let it get to me. I had only known him a few days, but those few days had given me the best days I'd had in a long time.

I turned a corner, seeing Molly and Calum say at the side of the stage, tuning Calum's bass. Molly was smiling widely as he taught her how to do it, fingers touching and soft laughs leaving their lips. They were sickeningly happy. I was over the moon that she had found someone who made her this happy, but it killed me inside at times like this. What made things even worse was when Calum pulled her onto his lap, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder as she smiled wide, giggling as it tickled.

Molly had told me how Calum had asked her out, how he had taken her to the cinema and then took her McDonald's. They were younger at that time so he couldn't take her anywhere else really. It was sweet. He had tried to wow her for a long while before she finally gave in and now she had realised it was the best choice she had made. She had told me about the time he had taken her out for a swim in the local swimming pool and had almost drowned, rendering him now petrified of the water. She had gushed about how he told her she looked beautiful in her prom dress at graduation.

Why did I have to walk into this. It all made me far too jealous. Here was Molly with the love of her life, and I couldn't work out where I stood with whatever Harry was to me.

I just didn't understand what his problem was. Why had we had such a wonderful and heart filled weekend to now not be talking to each other and going about as if nothing happened, but over nothing.

I sighed softly, putting on my best fake smile as I walked away, looking for the bathroom. I must have walked down about four corridors, realising I was back where I started. I could hear voices though. It could make out Liam and somebody else but their voice was very quiet. Liam's voice disappeared but I could still hear foot steps walking up the squeaky corridor.

I sigh as I see Harry make his way around the corner. That's who I couldn't make out. I full expected him to look the other way and walk away without talking to me, to keep his pride and dignity in tact and walk on by as if nothing ever happened. As if he hadn't opened his life to me to show me everything that he grew up with.

But he didn't.

This time he smiled at me, opening his arms for a hug . I shake my head and fold my arms, stopping in my tracks as his smile breaks. "What's the matter?" He says softly, features dropping as if he was upset.

"I'll tell you what's the matter" I state firmly, poking him in the chest knowing full well it did nothing to add to the effect. "One moment you're acting like your completely in love with me, especially when it's just the two of us" I start our, folding my arms and looking at his eyes "but now you're acting as if you've never met me and they you want nothing to do with me!" I almost shout, throwing my arms in the air as he looks around quickly, pulling me into a nearby cupboard to stop people hearing the shouting. "It's upsetting me Harry" I say quietly, tears threatening to spill from my faded green eyes.

Harry sighs, pulling me into his chest as his chin lays on my head. I was trying my hardest to push him away, not wanting this to carry one and have my heart played around with. In the end I gave up, settling into his chest and listening to his heart beat as I sigh, scrunching his T-shirt up in my hands. "I'm sorry" he mumbles into my hair, rubbing my shoulders softly as I look up at him.

His eyes locked with mine as his lips pressed to mine gently. "I'm fed up of hiding" he sighs softly, pressing his lips to mine again. I was pleased that he was happier to start becoming public to people that we were close to like the band and Molly. I knew it would take time to do this but it was a step in the right direction.

His lips moved slowly and softly with mine, his long arms around my waist as my hand played with the hair on the back of his neck gently. That's when a burst of light appeared in the cupboard doorway as Molly and Louis stood there with wide eyes.

"I was looking for you, and now I realise why you were almost late to come on stage" Louis laughs, Molly simply smirking as the heat rose to my cheeks, feeling Harry's arms tighten around me, ensuring me he wasn't letting go and that this was how things were going to take a new turn. A positive one.