Soft Side

Chapter eighteen

Upon climbing out of the taxi, back at the hotel in Spain my eyes are locked into my phone. I was messaging Molly about everything to do with the tour. I was letting her know what was happening on stage, how the boys were doing and how I was doing. She was keeping me updated with her live life and everything to do with the band she was with. I sigh softly, lifting my head to make sure I didn't bump into anybody, walking through the entrance doors with my night bag over my shoulder.

I stand in the lift, on my phone again as it moves to the top floor. I sigh gently, rubbing my eyes. Niall had text me from across the lift, asking if I was coming to his room tonight. I smiled softly, replying to the message with a thumbs up emoji, followed with the message that I needed to chat to Harry first of all before I came over.

I step out of the lift, moving my bag further into my shoulder and following behind Harry. I walk through the door behind him, my fingers gripping the strap of my night bag as he sits on the bed. "Are you staying with me tonight?" He says softly, taking off his jeans and replacing them with jogging bottoms. I smile at the sight of his ass through his boxers, toned and peachy, just like I remember.

In reply I shake my head softly, "not tonight... I want to take this all slowly if we want it all to work out" I smile gently, taking in his green eyes, his curly hair falling almost to his shoulders and his now topless but tattooed body. He looked incredible, but I really couldn't stay tonight. I knew I wanted things to work but I still wasn't quite mentally stable still after everything that had happened.

He nods, understanding where I was coming from as I walk over, touching his cheek softly, my lips against his cheek as I kiss it gently. "See you later Harry" I say gently, locking my eyes with his as he smiles, leaving into my hand. His eyes close feeling to warm hand against his skin as I smile. He had always had this strong and tough persona but I'd unlocked the real him. The kind and soft side of him. The side that was emotional, the side that wanted to be loved and the side that had been reserved for somebody special.

I remove my hand and make my way to the door. Nobody knew but today was the anniversary of my parents passing, making today incredibly hard for me. When you add this with the pain I went through when it all blew up with Harry and you've got my unstable state currently.

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I crawled into the bed beside the wide awake Irish man, my fingers running up and down his toned stomach as he watched the television ahead of him. He was simply in his boxers since he was in bed ready for chilling out for an hour or so before sleep was to take over him.

He smiled at me, eyeing my body that was in a T-shirt and a lace pair of underwear, his smile forming into a smirk as he leant over and pressed his lips to mine. He tasted of cherries, a smile on his lips as he moved in sync with me, like it was meant to be happening.

I giggle softly, laying underneath him once he had slipped the baggy T-shirt over my head, leaving my chest bare to be stared at by his hungry blue eyes. A groan leaving his lips as his lips found mine again, beginning the night ahead of us.

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I sat in the taxi, conversing with Liam who was in a tank top and some cut off denim jeans. He was a wonderful man with a heart of gold who just wanted to help everybody with their problems. Harry had been told about my past when things moved to the next stage with our relationship; when we started dating. Niall knew about it because of our close bond and I felt like I could trust him with everything, but none of the other boys knew.

"So yeah my mum and dad passed when I was six, causing a real downfall at school and stopping me achieving as well as I was predicted. I went into a care home for a few days and hated my time there, nobody spoke to me. Then I was told I had a foster home. I was so excited Liam" I nod, looking at my hands, "but there was no point in the excitement. They made it clear from day one that they didn't want me. They told me how they wanted a baby boy but then got stuck with a six year old girl" I sigh, "so, I've never felt real love or been wanted since I was six" I say quietly.

Liam nods and silently puts his arm around me. "Your parents would be proud of you. You're a wonderful young lady" he says softly. "That's why Harry likes you so much" he smiled, rubbing my arm. "Come on, were here" he says softly, opening the door.

We had come to the Spanish shopping centre to find him a new pair of trainers. I followed him, messaging between Niall and Harry, a smile on my face as I text them both, Liam trying on a pair of Nikes. I nod with a smile as he agrees, purchasing them before grabbing the bag and leaving with me. A few fans had spotted him as we walked into the bakery near to the shoe shop, we grabbed a sandwich and sat down to start eating some lunch. The other boys were at the studio, leaving me and Liam to spend some time together.

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I sat in one of the seats at the front of the stage, watched the boys rehearse their set for the last date in Spain. Niall knew how low I had been feeling, his feet jogging down the steps by the state and taking a seat beside me. "Can I take you for some dinner tonight?" He smiles softly, his accent sounding incredibly strong today.

I smile softly at him as I bite my lip, "that's would he lovely, but Harry's already taking me out for food to catch up" I say softly as nods. "I shouldn't be late then I can swing by your room for a movie if you like?" I smile, touching his knee gently to show my apology.

He nods, smiling softly. "I'll make sure it's a good film" he teases, nudging me gently as he looks at the stage. "Where's he taking you?" He smiles as I shrug, telling him that I have no idea and that he won't tell me. Niall nods as he gets called back up onto the stage.

After the rehearsal, I head to the taxi with Harry, heading to the restaurant on the outskirts of town. It was a quiet Spanish tapas bar. We sat at the table, a glass of red wine for each of us since we were only having one drink each because of him performing. We ordered a variety of tapas dishes as I look at my surroundings, taking in the traditional features and artwork on the walls.

The food arrived and I began to dip my pita bread into the houmous. I smiled across at Harry who was telling me about how his family were doing. He told me how his mum had got herself a new job and how his sister had found herself a boyfriend. I nodded, listening intently as I heard about the family that had taken me under their wing and made me feel so welcome the first time I met them.

Harry was so passionate when he spoke about his family; about things he loved. His fingers dipped a piece of pitta into a red pepper dip, placing it into his mouth. He allowed himself a moment to chew before continuing to speak. "Have you from from home?" He says softly, knowing to be gentle about the subject. I shake my head at him shrugging.

"No, they haven't spoken to me since I first met you. They never wanted me anyway so I'm out of their hair" I shrug, smile faltering. I wasn't upset about it, relieved if anything.

We finished our wine and our taps, making our way back to the hotel. I made my way back to my shared room with Niall as he cheers. "You came back!" He smiles, patting the spot on the bed beside him for me to perch on. "I found a romantic comedy, I think you'll like it" he smiles, "and I found one of your nail varnish bottles. I thought maybe I could treat you and paint your nails since I wasn't able to take you out" he teases, a smile on his lips as I nod, holding my right hand to him. He really was my best friend ever.