puzzle pieces

At the age of 18 you don't expect to be in love. Hell, you expect to be partying it up,  not planning a milestone in your life.
My name is Hannah, I'm 18 and in love with the man of my dreams.
here I am sitting backstage, looking at wall colors, how exciting can that truly be?
"Hannah? Harry would like to see you" said a woman from management.
"oh..alright." I nod at her grabbing my things.

Harry's always nervous before a concert, he's always afraid that he might mess up, or that his voice would crack. I wish he would believe me when I say his fans are here to stay, to support him through everything, that no matter what happens they will love him, well at least the true fans are there to stay. But of course, Harold won't listen to me.

"Harry, what's wrong?" I hug him from behind, my nose hitting the middle of his back.

"what if-" he starts to say before I stop him mid sentence.

"what if what? what if you mess up? what if you trip? what if your voice cracks? babe. you and I both know now not that will happen. if it does you'll laugh it off. I will be here waiting if any of that happens, and so will your fans." I guess hearing that brightened his mood, because he scooped me up almost as soon as I finished what I was saying.

I love being in his arms. I could be here all day, taking in his sent, wrapped around him. our bodies are the perfect fit for each other, its like we were made to be put together almost as if we were puzzle pieces made for one another.