Love Me [Harry Styles]

36.

"We used to be friends and even back then you would look at me with no hesitation.."

Dani's POV

We were all (the boys, Monique and I) sat at an enclosed section of an Italian restaurant. Harry was right beside me, of course, with his hand slung behind my seat.

"Tonight's the first show guys! Do you know what that means?!" Monique shouted in excitement, rubbing over her belly.

"FANS FANS FANS," Niall shouted, equally as enthusiastic.

We were all discussing the setlist, making sure everything would go in sync and no mistakes were being made. Their Where We Are tour took off tonight, and I couldn't be more happy to be a part of it.

"Well, we have to get to the venue by 4 pm. Rehearsals, set up, outfit changes, you'll be ready to perform just in time. And don't forget, from this point on, you're all allowed to do whatever you may please, as long as the fans are content. But, it seems that's already been taken into consideration, am I right, Darry?" Monique asked, a smirk evident on her lips.

I took my lip in between my teeth, my cheeks heating up as I nodded slowly.

"Oh c'mon Mo, the fans love us, don't be jealous. You're the one having a baby."

I turned to Harry, playfully sticking my tongue out at him as he pecked the tip of my nose.

It's true, the fans pretty much assumed we were together from the Instagram posts, but the only negative thing some had to say was that I was an, "ugly fat bitch."

I shrugged off the minimal rude comments, definitely not mentioning them to Harry. As long as the majority did support us, I would cope for my boy just fine.

"Harry always gets what he wants, doesn't he Dani?"

"That is true Mo, won't deny it," I giggled lifting up my glass with sangria and taking a chilling sip.

"Heyyyyy. Not true, remember when they didn't have my shoe size last week?" Harry frowned, melting my heart as his manly features soon disappeared into that of a baby Tarzan's.

"Saved yourself $2000 Harry," I teased.

"Don't call me Harry, it sounds serious," he said, disregarding the fact that we were surrounded by all his friends as he hid his face in the crook of my neck.

"What should I call you then?"

"I like Haz. You said it a few times, it sounds good,"

"But everyone calls you Haz, it wouldn't be as as special."

"No, everyone calls me Hazza, call me Haz."

"Okay, Haz," I sighed as he pecked my collarbone, sitting up straight with a cheesy satisfied smile on his face.

"Yup," I said turning to Monique, "definitely gets everything he wants."

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"Baby, are you sure this looks good?" Harry asked as he frustrated shoved up the sleeves of his black and white graphic shirt.

"Yes, now what's wrong?" I asked as I fixed his sleeves. His hair was pulled back with a thick black material as he wore his usual skinny jeans. He sighed once I put in his earpiece, making sure everything was functioning properly.

"Just nervous. Dunno. You'll be there right?" He asked, looking at me hopefully, as if I hadn't promised him I would.

"Right there baby, of course," I smiled as I kissed him.

"Boys! You're on!" We heard one of the manager's shout.

"Go get 'em," I said against his lips.

"Tonight's for you, see you in a bit," he said as he kissed me one last time and turned, slow jogging to the doors. Before I turned around to make my way with the crowd, he looked at me once he approached the door, winking at me before leaving me completely dazed.

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Straight off the plane to a new hotel...

Harry's voice had startled me, and I grinned widely as the thousands of screaming girls began to shriek at his voice. His deep, sexy voice sending chills up my spine.

Just touched down you could never tell.

I bit my lip, admiring how all these people were here solely for these 5 magnificent boys who have worked so hard to get to where they are.

I giggled as Harry began to dance around like the ultimate lady, without a care in the world. He seemed genuinely happy on stage, and it was a sight I don't think I'd ever get used to.

Tilting my head, I noticed his brows furrowing as he scanned the crowd. His slight frown vanished once his eyes locked with mine, a smirk creeping up on his lips as he chewed his gum. Who chews gum on stage?

I smiled widely at him, sucking in my cheek to prevent myself from looking like a total fangirl.

With a plastic cup of $8 worth of beer in my hand, I enjoyed the rest of the night much more than I probably should have.

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"Great job boys! So proud of you guys tonight, here's to the rest of the tour!" Monique smiled as men with tons of food in their hands began to surround the lounge setup backstage.

I walked over to the drinks, grabbing two cups of soda in my hand as I felt a pair of sweaty arms wrap around my waist.

"Harry!" I practically shrieked, turning around and hugging him tightly, holding out the cups to prevent them from spilling.

"Here," I giggled, passing him the cup as we pulled away from one another.

"Soooo...did ya enjoy?" He asked, his cheeks tinted pink from the heat as he took a sip of the freshly poured soda.

"Oh my god Harry it was so great. Right Now, you're voice in that holy shit. And then when you did that thing where you grabbed yourself I almost jumped on stage. And- oh my god I almost cried during Don't Forget Where You Belong and- what?" I asked, feeling myself blush as he looked at me with a curious smirk on his face.

"Nothing. You're somethin' else. Glad you enjoyed it baby. For you," he said as he gripped me by my waist, pulling me closer to him. His cup in one hand, and my head resting against his chest, we walked towards the mini celebration.