Bad Idea (Hariana)

032. BACKSTAGE PASS

BLAIR

I hadn't seen Harry in a couple of days, simply because our schedules hadn't been matching up. I missed him a lot, and it made me think of a lot
of things. I realized I wanted to be with Harry,
for a long time. A very long time. Maybe even the rest of my life, but I felt I was getting ahead of myself.

It was now the day of the Billboard Awards, and I was backstage in my dressing room preparing for the show.

To say that I was nervous would be the biggest understatement of the century, but I was also bubbling over with excitement for my new achievement. I wished Harry could come to see it, but he had to fly to New York again for business related ordeals.

It hurt, but I understood. I knew that if he had a choice, he'd be here with me and the thought of that comforted me.

I had no idea who was presenting the award to me, but I was excited to find out. the show was honestly very last minute for me, and a lot of minor details were left out of the explanation. It was sort of thrown together because of the pregnancy,
and all of the shit that went down with the managers.

I was performing God is a Woman, and No Tears Left to Cry. Those songs summed up the moment i was at in my life. After all of the very public shit that went down with Scooter and Jeff, No Tears Left to Cry was the perfect song to return to.

I was brushing my long brown hair that was now tied into a sleek pony tail with a purple satin dress and purple thigh high length boots.

I wore the necklace harry gave me, along with a few others to blend in the H initial. As much as I hated to say it, I didn't want everyone knowing absolutely everything about Harry and I. The necklace was something special for us, and only us. I opted to keep some things of our life private, one of which being an H initial on a necklace.

I heard a knock on my dressing room and turned my head slightly, just enough so that i could see who entered.

"Come in." I announced quietly. The door creaked open as I watched it from my mirror. "Hey bitch!" yelled Troye, who was followed by Mikey.

It was such a relief to see the both of them amidst all of my nerves, as I knew they were always able to calm me down. "How's my woman of the year?!" Mikey smiled, walking up behind the chair I was seated in and patted my back.

"Nervous." I breathed out honestly with a slight nervous giggle. "Do you know who's giving you the award?" Mikey asked me, taking a seat on the purple couch next to Troye.

"No idea. I hope it's someone good." I confessed.
"Me too bitch! They won't fucking tell us anything, It's annoying as hell." Troye scoffed.

"But on a real note, we're all so proud of how far you've come, Blair. It's insane." Mikey complimented after Troye calmed down.

A huge smile spread across my face as i stared into the mirror, blushing slightly. "I love you guys." I whispered, making eye contact with all both of them in the mirror.

Small puddles of tears began to form in my eyes , but I refrained myself from releasing them. "Oh my god, I'm not gonna cry. That's so gross." I laughed.

My best friends and I laughed together and focused on the exact moment we were in, rather than worrying about any of our other problems. Our conversation was interrupted by yet another knock on the door.

"Who is that?" Mikey whispered, turning to look at me.  "No fucking clue." I replied, hopping down from the fold up chair i was sitting in. "I hope it's Victoria." I added.

I pulled my ponytail to the front of my shoulder, allowing it to run down the front of my body.

I pressed one hand against the doorknob, and another against the frame as I opened the annoyingly creaky door slowly.

A brown curl poked into my sight. A brown curl that I knew all too well. "Harry?!" I exclaimed and dropped to the floor in pure excitement.

Harry was outside of my door, with a grinning Victoria beside him. "I'm sorry this isn't anything grand, I had gifts but they uh, got stolen on the way over." Harry laughed as he wrapped me into a tight hug.

He waved to Troye and Mikey as we stood on the doorway hugging. I clung onto his torso, smiling even wider. I pressed a kiss against his chest because it was all that I could reach.

"Baby what do you mean it got stolen?" I asked and looked up at him. Harry looked over his shoulder, motioning for Victoria to explain. She stepped into the room and stood in the middle.

"Chelsea fucking showed up, and took the goddamn flowers Harry brought for you." Victoria recalled angrily. I watched as a small smile escaped from Harrys lips. It was quite funny seeing how angry Victoria got over things sometimes.

"But don't worry darling, I'll buy you flowers anytime." Harry added and pressed a kiss onto my lips. That was all that I needed. I murmured a soft 'okay' against his lips with a smile.

"Who even let her in? Why does she keep showing up in random places." Mikey asked. "That son of a bitch bratwurst probably sent her over." Troye rolled his eyes at the mention of Scooter.

We all nodded in unison, agreeing that it probably was Scooter who tried to fuck up our lives once more.

With no knock on the door or warning, in walked Chelsea Haven once more into my dressing room.

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