Soft Side

Chapter nine

A soft giggle left my lips as I sat on the sofa with Harry, my lips continuously pecking his as I rubbed his cheek. My legs over his lap as my back lay against the arm of the sofa, his body slightly leaning over me as he smiled against my lips, muttering words of sweetness against them like he couldn't get enough.

A groan cane from the doorway as Louis covered his eyes jokingly "guys get a room" he huffed, folding his arms across his chest as he walked over, sitting down beside Harry. Harry laughed, patting my legs before running a hand through his hair that was getting increasingly longer.

The boys were on the final shows in England, and were heading over to France next. Myself and Harry had been together for around a month now, so we were both still in that honeymoon stage (the horny teenage stage was going nowhere, he was just too good). I didn't actually know what was going to happen with myself and Harry when he went to Europe. He hadn't actually asked me if I had wanted to join him or expressed any plans on doing so.

That was until I remembered how good that boy is at reading minds; "come on tour with me... keep my company" he says softly, turning his head to look at me. "We're going everywhere, and there's nobody else I want to travel the world with" he breathes softly, playing with a string on my trousers.

I breath out, nodding my head with a smile. "To be honest, I have nothing left here anymore" I shrug softly "so why the fuck not" I laugh. My adopted parents had decided I was old enough to look after myself now since I was running around like a love drunk child. I kept my eyes on his as he smiled, jumping up to get ready for yet another show. I felt bad for them. I was exhausted, so I dread to think how they felt.

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A few days passed and Harry had begun to slowly act strange again. It's like whenever we were getting somewhere in this relationship he took a flip turn and became distant with me. He kept looking at his phone, a mixture of fear, sadness and a smirk spreading across his face every time he looked at the brightly lit screen. I had no idea who he was texting but I was sure it had something to do with it.

I stepped onto the plane, placing my bag in the overhead locker whilst receiving a tickle to my exposed stomach. I laughed softly, sitting beside him and laying my head on his shoulder. I hated flying. Harry took the in-flight catalogue out of the seat back pocket, beginning to look at the deals that were on with aftershave, with me insisting he didn't need anymore.

That's when I felt the plane begin to move, my hand grabbing Harry's tightly as I squeezed my eyes closed. It was the initial take off and landing I hated. My eyes slowly opening as we were now in the air, snuggling into Harry for comfort. His deep laugh falling into my hair as he kissed my head, rubbing my arm softly. He really was the best. I sat up again, allowing Harry to watch his film on his laptop, feeling a pair of eyes on me. I turned my head to the right, seeing Niall smiling at me. A small wave coming from his hand as I smiled, returning the gesture.

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A rocky landing in Paris had left me shaken, but this time Harry wasn't being the best at supporting me. He was still looking at the damn phone. Niall walked beside me, talking to me about how excited he was to perform in the city of love, rambling on about random things as I zoned out, nodding and adding in appreciations now and then to seem like I was listening.

Finally, his phone was in his pocket as he held his hand out to me. I took it, walking down the street with Harry and the boys. "I'm taking you for dinner tonight" he said softly, keeping his eyes ahead of him. "It's somewhere high class so you'll need to be dressed to the nines" he nods, squeezing my hand softly, walking into the arena, heading to the stage to rehearse as I met with Molly, grabbing a coffee and sitting in the canteen.