Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 19)
You were now in the States with Harry as his tour was starting up. You still were having a hard time with everything going on, but being away from home seemed to be a good idea to just forget all the bad shit going on, at least for a little bit. You were in San Fransico for Harry’s first show of the tour. You were really proud of him and you were happy that you were able to be there for him.
In the meantime before the concert, you were trying to focus on getting some work done, something you hadn’t done since before the heartbreaking news came out. However, for the last hour, you’ve done nothing but stare at the screen on your Macbook trying to find something in you to write. You groaned putting your head in your hands when you realized you had nothing.
“Everything okay, over here?” Harry laughed walking over and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
“No,” you sighed. “I need to write up some more blog posts since it’s been over a week since my last one and I’ve got nothing.”
“Maybe you just need to take a mental break,” he said. “Take some time and step away from writing?” He shrugged.
“I wish I could, but this is my job and if I don’t post… I don’t get paid and then I lose readers…” you groaned. “Being in social media is a lot different than being you…” you joked.
“Well, what if you wrote about the tour?” He asked. “You could take pictures and do some write-ups about each show,” he suggested.
“I could, but would you be okay with that?” You asked.
“I’m the one who suggested it, baby,” he laughed.
“I know, but I just didn’t know if it’d be like weird or something since I’m your girlfriend…” you said.
“It’d only be weird if you said my concerts are complete shit,” he laughed.
“Well, you better be amazing because we both know I only write the truth,” you smirked.
He laughed kissing your head. “I’ve missed seeing you smile,” he whispered moving hair out of your face.
“I’ve missed having a reason to smile,” you whispered.
Harry sighed sadly. “How are you feeling about everything?”
You shrugged. “I don’t really know, to be honest. I don’t feel anything about it anymore. I’ve tried to just push it out of my mind for now.”
He nodded. “I understand, but you know I’m here for you if you need me right? Don’t keep things from me just because you think you’ll be bothering me on tour,” he said.
“I know,” you smiled looking up at him. “But the best thing for me right now is to just not talk or think about it.”
“Okay,” he said. “I love you, you know.”
“Yeah, I do,” you giggled leaning up to kiss him. “I love you too.”
Later that night, you were backstage at the venue with Harry in the dressing room, while he got ready for the show that night.
“Nervous?” You asked him.
“A little, but mostly anxious to get out there,” he said. “This is my favorite part about doing what I do, and it’s the first show…”
“You’re going to do great,” you smiled. “There’s already a huge line of fans waiting to get in.”
“Yeah, they’ve been standing outside for ages,” he said.
“They’re that excited to see you tonight,” you smiled. “I’m excited to see you tonight too.”
“How excited?” He smirked wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Hmm… really, really excited,” you smirked. “I mean my man is going to be up on stage, looking fine as hell and nailing every damn song on the set the list. What’s not exciting about that?”
“So, are you going to include your lusting after my on stage in your blog posts?” He joked.
“Would you like me to add that in?” You laughed.
He laughed. “No, but I’d love to hear all about it after the show tonight…” he smirked looking down at you.
“We’ll see,” you whispered against his lips.
“Yeah, we will,” he mumbled into the kiss.
Harry’s grip on your waist tightens a bit as he moved the two of you back towards the couch in the dressing room. This had been the first time in a while that you two shared a kiss like this along with another aspect of your relationship. You knew that Harry would never pry or make it seem like he was upset that you two hadn’t really been intimate with one another, but you could tell he was missing it and so were you.
“So… are we going to be alone on that tour bus tonight or no?” You whispered.
“I could arrange for us to be…” he said.
“Do it, because I’ve got plans for you tonight,” you smirked.
When it was time for the Harry’s set to start, you quickly went to your seat near the front side of the stage. You had your camera ready to start snapping away photos to use for the blog post. As soon as the lights went out, the entire venue started to scream at the top of their lungs. The spotlight revealing Harry’s shadow came on and you started taking photos of everything.
The very second Harry started singing the crowd got even louder. You smiled proudly when the curtain dropped, revealing Harry to everyone. You snapped your camera again as you took pictures and kept doing so for the remainder of the show. Harry smirked at you whenever he caught your eye during the show causing you to giggle a bit.
Along with the photos of Harry, you ended up taking photos and videos of the crowd during the show and how they were all having the time of their lives. You smiled feeling super proud of your boyfriend at that moment. By the time the show was over, you were sad like the rest of the audience even though you had plenty more shows to attend and you got to be with Harry after the show.
You made your way backstage to meet Harry, who was chugging water when you saw him near the catering table. You ran up behind him and jumped on his back.
“You were fucking amazing!” You giggled kissing his cheek. “I’m so proud of you!”
He laughed looking back at you. “Security, I’ve got a crazy fangirl on my back,” he joked.
“Hey!” You whined. “Don’t be mean.”
“I’m not, I’m just glad you enjoyed the show,” he said.
“Did you enjoy it?” You smiled.
“Fuck yeah, I did,” he said. “God, it was so great. I loved every minute of it and it only makes me want to go back out there and do it all over again.”
“Well, you will,” you smiled. “And I’m really happy I’m here to experience this with you.”
“I am too, love,” he whispered. “I don’t think I’d be this great if you weren’t here with me.”
After waiting out some of the crowd, you all made your ways onto the tour buses. Harry made sure that you two were the only ones on the one you two would be staying on for the trip back down to LA. When you both made your way onto the bus, Harry grabbed some wine before bringing you back into the room on the bus.
You smirked wrapping your arms around him and looking up at him.
“Is this where you tell me how sexy I was on stage tonight?” He smirked down at you.
“Perhaps,” you giggled.
“Then bring it on, love,” he whispered.
You smirked unbuttoning his shirt and pushing the white fabric down his shoulders. “You were so hot,” you whispered. “Like extremely hot. Especially with the guitar… I mean who doesn’t love a guy who can play the guitar.”
“You were looking pretty hot out in the audience,” he smirked. “Especially with that camera… it made me think of a certain photoshoot we partook in a few weeks ago.”
You rolled your eyes. “You would think of that,” you laughed.
“Hey, that was one of the best ideas I’ve ever had,” he said. “Admit it.”
“It was okay…” you smirked.
“I think we both know it was more than okay,” he whispered wrapping his arms around you.
“A little more than okay,” you joked.
“I bet you won’t say that about tonight,” he mumbled pulling you closer to him.
“I’m going to hold that to you, Styles,” you smirked pulling his head down for a kiss.
He tugged on your shirt as he deepened the kiss. He pulled it over your head and moved his hands to your bra to unfasten your bra.
“Bloody hell,” he groaned after a bit. “Did you fucking glue this shit together.”
You laughed reaching behind you and unhooking them all within seconds.
“Show off,” he mumbled.
“Well, I’ve done that every day since I was like eleven,” you laughed.
He took your bra off your shoulders and down your arms before kneeling down and pressing his lips to your chest. You closed your eyes as you ran your hands through his hair. You felt his lips move down your stomach and he unbuttoned your jeans before pulling them down your legs.
When he stood back up, you did the same to him before you both fell back onto the bed. Hands and lips were making their way all over your body and his, you knew that you missed this feeling, but it wasn’t until now, that you realized how much.
Just when the last article of clothing was about to come off, you both were interrupted by your phone ringing.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Harry groaned.
“Just ignore it,” you mumbled. “Whoever it is, will leave a message.”
He nodded as you pulled him back in for a kiss when your phone started ringing again.
“Fucking hell!” Harry mumbled reaching over and taking it out of your pocket.
“Who is it?” You groaned.
Harry turned over the phone to look at the caller id. “It’s your dad.”