Famous

Chapter 17

TASH'S POV

I watched as Harry made the most ridiculous faces at me through the mirror as Karen tried to apply his makeup. He stuck his tongue out as my aunt scolded him.

"Harold you can go out there with your baggy eyes then. Now keep a straight face!" She scolded him whilst I tried to keep my giggles from escaping my mouth.

"This face is naturally beautiful!" He winked, only causing me to laugh more.

"If she is a distraction I'm sure I could ask Diane to look after her" Karen started to grow impatient with Harry's childish behaviour.

"No no no!" We both started yelling. His eyes immediately locked onto mine. I covered my mouth with my hand and looked to ground, suddenly wishing I had left my hair out to cover my bright pink face.

"Right" Karen said slowly. She turned to look at me and gave me a smirk. Why on Earth did she have to catch onto things so quickly?

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Karen finished up with Harry then started to gather her things.

"I'm going to help Diane with the rest of the guys. You can stay here if you like. Harry would love the company I'm sure" Karen nudged me on the arm. I shot her a glare but she brushed me off and went to the other dressing rooms.

I turned to find Harry shirtless...again. He rummaged through the rack looking for a shirt to wear for the show.

"Oh, I can go if you want" I said slowly. Why was I so uncomfortable?

"No that's okay. You can help me choose a shirt," He gave me a dimpled smile.

I ran my hand over the multiple hangers taking in every piece of fabric. Romeo would never let me choose an outfit for him. But then again he wouldn't let me do many things. I stopped at a large dark navy sweater.

"How about this? With...that green bandana?" I pointed over to a dark muddy green rag.

"Sounds perfect"

I couldn't help but study his tattoos. The way they lay over his stomach and torso looked so delicate. Romeo had a collection covering both his arms. Most of them were flames, naked women and skulls but Harry's looked so intricate, like real pieces of art.

"You like that tattoos do you?" Harry asked, breaking me from my gaze.

"Oh yeah..." I mumbled and tried to avoid eye contact.

"What about you? Any tattoos?" He questioned me further. I took a seat on the sofa whilst he fixed the bandana into his messy curls, his chest still bare.

"No, none for me" Romeo had always told me never to get any. He told me it would only ruin my beauty and that he liked the thought of the contrast between our bodies.

"What, never?" He chuckled.

"Never ever" I shook my head.

"I bet by the end of this tour I could get you with a little one on your wrist or something" He walked over towards me. There was no way I would be getting one.

"That is never going to happen" I laughed at him.

"Let's make a deal then. If by the end of this tour you have a tattoo then you do something for me. If you don't have one then I'll do whatever you like," Harry smirked then put his hand out. I thought about this little bet he had in mind. It was too good an opportunity to pass up especially when I knew I was going to win.

I took his hand in mine and gave it a firm shake, "Deal."

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PHOEBE'S POV

I was fuming. Ash didn't get it, he never does. He thinks a bunch of roses and a couple of kisses and days in bed will make me forget about all of our problems. Everyone thought we were the best couple. 'Relationship Goals' as they liked to call it, but no one ever saw how it really was. He loved the rock star life and everything that came with it. The only problem with me was that meant girls were constantly throwing themselves at him. He loved all of this attention but he never made an effort to make sure I didn't feel threatened. I felt like I always had to remind him I was here. Sure, I had a large male audience but I made sure everyone knew Ash was the man in my life, no one else. I was sick of him acting as if there was nothing wrong. What wasn't I giving him that he had to spend time with other girls?

I took a deep breath then entered the room where everyone was still sitting.

"Ash won't be coming with us. He has more important things to do." I spoke coldly. The others nodded and gave me a couple of smiles, they knew better than to question me about it.

"Where's Tash?" Eleanor asked me, trying to change the subject.

"I think she's hanging out with Harry or something" I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water to take to the stage with me.

"Okay, I'll go talk to her in a bit. I haven't really gotten to know her yet." She said, stroking the back of Louis' hand. I rolled my eyes at them. The pair were always all over each other but no one made my best friend happier than Louis.

"Do you guys ever sit apart" I teased

"Hey she's only here for another week then she's got Uni" Louis defended then kissed her on the lips. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Get a room guys" I gagged. Eleanor pulled away from the kiss and laughed at my disgust.

"You love it!" She sang.

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TASH'S POV

I watched as Harry sang through his lines. He seems so relaxed and at peace when he was singing, especially on stage. I had to learn some more of their lyrics.  I smiled as he sang to me whilst adjusting the settings on his mic. He frowned down at the buttons, fumbled around with them for a while then looked pleased with how it was set. He looked back up at me to find me grinning at him like a weirdo. I bit my lip and shot my blue eyes back into his soft green eyes.

He stuck his tongue out at me causing me to giggle. Tour life was so fun. Well from what I had seen so far. Apart from the occasional lack of sleep everything was so relaxed and everyone was more than happy to do their part for the boys.

Harry continued to study me, squinting at my face. I immediately wanted to look away but a sudden rush of confidence caused me to question him.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I spoke softly. He walked closer towards me and I felt my chest tighten. He lifted a hand and pushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear. My skin burned at his touch but for some reason I didn't want to put out the fire he had lit in me.

"You look different today" His voice was much deeper. My stomach twisted at his words. I licked my lips and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"It's a good different," He added, "You look amazing with the makeup but now it's like I can see the real you. You're so beautiful." He spoke softly. His warm minty breath fluttered against my cheeks and his hand still rested on my jaw.

I couldn't help but compare Harry to my boyfriend. Romeo hated seeing me without any makeup on. To him I didn't look anywhere near as good as I did with makeup on. Yet here was Harry telling me how beautiful I was.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

"Hey Tash I've been looking for you...woah..." Eleanor trailed off as she stumbled into Harry's dressing room. I felt his hand immediately drop from my face and the both of us took a step away from each other.

"I've gotta get to sound check" Harry spoke quickly then rushed out the room, leaving me completely bewildered and Eleanor staring at me with her mouth hanging wide open.

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