FINE LINE | HARRY STYLES

SIXTEEN.

NOVEMBER, 2017.

I am not a jealous person.

I swear, I don't get jealous. I know well enough that Harry would never act on anything. I know him.

But sitting here watching these models completely drool over him as he gets ready for sound check makes me want to snap someone's neck. I just don't understand the nerve of them.

They see me. They know who I am. And yet they still giggle over anything he says and slap his chest like a dumb high schooler.

Doesn't help that they're in their underwear.

He never looks. He doesn't dare to. The whole time he's up there, he's focused on me.

And I'm focused on him.

Who wouldn't be?

He's a heartthrob. I don't blame those girls for falling in love with him through a five second conversation.

If only I had the ring.

Then they'd back off. They'd know who he's really attached to.

When he finishes, he hops off stage and kisses me intensely. I can hear the displeased groans coming from the models.

How selfish.

"They're all over you." I mumble against his lips.

"Well good for them." He shrugs.

"They're pretty."

Harry lets out a loud chuckle and shakes his head at me. He strokes my face briefly before kissing my hand.

"But they're not you."

-

I put the last of my lipstick on, relieved. As much as I hated wearing lipstick, I knew how much Harry liked it.

The things I'd do for that man.

I cap the tube and quickly grab my clutch. If I don't hurry up I'm going to be late.

Harry was already at the venue, preparing for his performance. I wanted him to come with me, but he didn't like doing appearances together.

"I want them to focus on what the true art is. If I'm there I'll only hold you back." He had said.

So, I take a cab down to the venue and scurry through the back door. I'm greeted by one of Harry's security guards who guides me backstage.

And there he is. Fixing his ear monitors in his dark suit with a pink shirt to bring it out. He kills me.

As soon as he spots me, he practically runs to where I stand, throwing his arms around me. I grin, letting him embrace me tightly.

"You're a fucking masterpiece, you know that?" He marvels as he takes in my outfit.

"Says you." I poke his chest.

"Imagine the wedding." He breathes out. "I wouldn't be able to handle myself."

"Harry, you're up." Someone says to him.

Harry glances at the stage before looking back at me.

"I love you, H." I state.

He kisses my cheek and beams.

"And I love you forever, cherry."

I roll my eyes and push him away to the stage. Ever since Paris he had found it quite hilarious to make the word cherry such an inside joke.

I'll admit, I did like it.

On stage, he's a whole other person. Loud and crazy and doing anything to rile the crowd up.

Models surround him but he doesn't seem to notice. He's too into his art. As far as I can tell, the crowd seems in awe of him. Like there's not even a fashion show going on.

It's all eyes on him. Always.

When he's finished, he's bouncing off the walls. He's definitely proud of himself and I am of him as well.

He kisses me and his lips are on fire.

"Come on." He grabs my wrist, pulling me toward the exit.

"But the after party." I gasp, stumbling behind him, trying to keep up.

"I don't need an after party. I've got you." He says as he waves for a cab.

In the back, we're all over each other. We try so hard to fight it being as there's another person with us, but the way he's looking at me is too much to handle.

And back at the hotel, we barely make it to the bed. It's okay, against a window will do.

-

I wake up to Harry's bare body beside me. I smile
to myself, sliding from under the covers and tip toeing into the bathroom.

I wash my face and grab a towel, turning the shower on. I swear I could still smell the champagne on my skin.

I step under the hot water and sigh. My limbs had been so sore these days. Which doesn't make sense because I'm not the one running around on stage.

But, the sex hasn't been too gentle. Plus being cramped in a tour bus is enough to feel like I've done three miles in the desert.

I'm met with cold air for a moment as Harry pulls the curtain back. He shoots me a tired smile as he steps inside with me.

I turn around and face him, smearing my remains of shampoo into his hair. He shuts his eyes as he runs the water through his hair and I kiss his collarbone.

We stand there under the water just holding each other. It felt great, just being with him.

It just makes me realize more and more how much I do want to marry him.

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No one:

Me: Omg cherry! They have an inside joke!! It's cherry!! It's totally not foreshadowing!! Haha!!

But double update bc this chapter is short and sweet and the calm before the...storm