Chapter 38

I woke up the following morning by the sound of an alarm going off. What confused me was that it wasn't the signal of my own, but an unknown one, and it wasn't coming from my nightstand. "What the fuck?" I groaned, reaching up to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

It wasn't until then I was reminded that Harry had spent the night here again. And just like yesterday, he was sleeping with his head on my chest, his curls sprawled out, but they were luckily not getting into my mouth this time. He yawned, his eyes still closed as I peered down at him, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"I'll turn it off," I informed him, reaching over to the nightstand on the other side of the bed that was fortunately within reach before turning off the alarm on his phone. "Why the fuck would you set the alarm at six-thirty in the morning?"

He let out a light chuckle against my skin. "Because we're leaving early, and I don't like to stress, which you should be aware of."

Letting out another groan, I threw my head back against my pillow, getting awfully aware of our positions. The fact that Harry's head was on my chest wasn't the problem. It was the fact that both our duvets had been pushed off our bodies during the night, and Harry had his leg hooked over my crotch. On top of that, we were only wearing boxers.

As if that wasn't enough, I was hard, which honestly didn't surprise me. It had been years since I was with another person, and this was the man I had last been with. He was also the man I had been yearning for ever since.

Harry seemed to notice the problem in my boxers only a few seconds later when he moved his leg. He tilted his face up to wiggle his eyebrows at me, making me want to slap the smirk off his face.

"We're ignoring this," I stated, throwing an arm over my face to make it impossible for him to see my features.

"Why, though?"

The suggestive tone he was using, followed by the feeling of his lips pressing against the skin of my collarbone and his thigh rubbing against my semi made me let out a groan. "Harry, stop."

He let out a chuckle but did as told and halted his movements. I removed my arm to look down at him, noticing that he was closer than I first thought, and he was smiling so wide that it made my heart flutter, butterflies erupting in my stomach. He was so beautiful.

"Talk," I reminded him breathlessly, making his lips twitch even more. "We said we would talk."

"Ay, ay, captain," he joked, making me reach out to wack him in the head.

"Shut up."

He removed his leg from my body with a laugh but kept his head on my chest. To make it more comfortable, he placed his hands under his chin while turning over so that he was lying on his stomach, only a few inches separating our faces.

"Okay, let's talk," he grinned, both of his dimples popping.

I let out a sigh. "I'm serious, Harry."

"So am I," he promised, keeping his eyes locked with mine.

After looking into his eyes for a while, I noticed he was being serious, so I bit down on my bottom lip and averted my gaze. "I just... When we said that we were going to take things slow, we never mentioned anything about, you know... getting back together or anything. So, what I'm saying is... I just want us to be on the same page."

"Louis," he said, making me tilt my head to look at him hesitantly. His lips were slightly curled. "I'm going to be honest with you and say that I wasn't sure what I wanted when we talked about it, but I've come to realize that ever since we first met eight years ago, I have known that I can't just be friends with you. You are so much more than that, and you're always going to be. And at the same time, I can't imagine not having you in my life, so take that as you want."

He watched me through his lashes, and I couldn't help the hitch in my throat. "But yesterday..." I trailed off, my head spinning at a quick speed because I couldn't believe what he had just said.

He shook his head, his curls flying. "I know that it looked bad. I just..." He trailed off, looking away for a second, his brows furrowing. "There's just a lot to process. I've been telling myself the last three years that there's nothing that could make me forgive you for leaving me. You completely broke me, so I promised myself not to go back to you no matter what." His eyes found mine again, the pain in them slowly subsiding. "But then we started working together for the show, and all memories of us started coming back. Just imagining you ending up with someone else hurts so fucking bad. I can't think about it without wanting to hit something, and you know I'm usually not a violent person."

He took a break to inhale a large breath. "What I'm saying is that things started going against my plan, and I could feel myself getting more and more drawn to you. I couldn't put my finger on what it was, but when you kept apologizing for what you did and explained what happened, I realized that I was slowly giving in. I tried to hold it back, doing everything I could to keep a distance between us because I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away if we got close enough. But then I realized that's exactly what I wanted. You will always be the one I want. All these years of trying to date other people... I knew why it never worked all along, but I kept trying because I hoped things would work eventually. But I've realized that... it's always going to be you."

I could feel tears pricking my eyes, my heart fluttering in my chest as I looked into his eyes that were now holding my gaze steadily, his green irises filled with sincerity. I realized then that it was time to tell him exactly what happened that day.

"I never told you the full story," I confessed in a breath, looking down at his chin. "I never told you what Simon said to make me leave you."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple moving up and down. When he opened his mouth to talk, I reached out to press my finger against his lips. "Let me explain," I frowned, shifting a little. "The reason I never told you was that I found it so pathetic. I knew you would only laugh at me, so I decided to keep quiet instead. I just... I've always been a bit insecure when it comes to your feelings. I know how many people there are out there who would do anything to be with you, and I guess Simon was aware of that, so he decided to use it to his advantage."

Squeezing my eyes shut, I recalled what he told me that day.

"He's going to get incredibly big, that boy. And you? You'll be the partner he can't show off to anyone. You'll be the one who's going to prevent him from living things out fully. And let's face it, you won't be good enough for him then. He's going to want so much more when the band no longer exists, when you boys aren't there to prevent him from doing whatever he wants to anymore."

"He manipulated me into thinking you were going to leave me once the band went on hiatus. He said that you would want so much more, that I would be in the way for you to succeed properly, and that there was no way you would want someone you had to hide from everyone when you had everything else." I looked back up at him, seeing the pain return to his eyes, his brows set in a deep frown.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I know I never should've believed him. He just... he took advantage of my insecurities, and then when you..." I trailed off, running out of breath.

"Said I cheated on you with a girl I had been spotted with..." He added, looking completely broken now.

"Yeah," I confirmed, sinking my teeth into my lip. "I was so convinced that Simon was right. And I never told you, but I was always afraid you'd leave me for a girl, for someone you wouldn't have to hide from everyone. So, even if I was the one leaving and hurting you, I was hurt too," I explained, my voice cracking at the end.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't have to. I could see by the tears brimming his eyes and the look on his face that he didn't know this. He didn't know my side of the story. And how could he when I had always refused to say it to him? I could have told him the same day Simon mentioned it to me. I could have ended it right there, but I didn't because I was too much of a coward.

"I know I should have told you instead of distancing myself. It was stupid, but as I mentioned, I thought you would only laugh at me and tell me that you would never leave me. But I was so convinced you would since everything Simon told me sounded real. You just didn't know what your future had in store yet. So, instead of waiting for you to leave me, I decided to leave you first, but I realized later that it would have probably hurt just as bad. I was so afraid of losing control, of not being able to do anything about what would happen. But look where that got me," I chuckled flatly.

We fell into silence then, just searching each other's features, examining every inch. It should have probably left me self-conscious, seeing as it felt like he was looking right into my soul, but this was Harry. He already knew me inside and out, and I wanted him to. There was nothing I wanted to hide from him.

He then moved his hand from my chest to run it along my cheekbone, trailing up the side of my face to the corner of my eye. The pad of his finger felt like silk against my skin, moving so gently as he held my gaze with his, concentration evident in his eyes. "Thank you for telling me," he spoke eventually.

A small smile crept to my lips as I lifted my hand to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. "I should have told you a long time ago."

He shook his head, the crease returning to the space between his eyebrows. "I'm so sorry," he apologized. "I didn't know I was making things so much worse. I wouldn't have..." He trailed off, inhaling a large breath.

"Hey," I said softly, placing my palm against his cheek while looking into his eyes. "It's not your fault. This is all on me. I shouldn't have listened to him. That evening wouldn't even have taken place if I didn't, and I wouldn't have started distancing myself from you. So, please, don't blame yourself for this, alright?"

He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his cheek against my chest. "You shouldn't blame yourself either, Louis," he said, opening his eyes to peek up at me. "Simon knew exactly what he was doing, and I know I said that I didn't understand how you could believe whatever he said to you when I told you so many times how much I loved you, but I understand now. Simon is a sick man, but he's clever. He knew exactly how to get to you."

I nodded, letting out a sigh as I moved my hand to his hair, stroking it softly. "He asked me to sign a new contract with him the same day, after he had said all that. I don't even remember how it happened because I was so spaced out after what he had just told me, but I guess that was his plan," I mumbled.

He sat up then, his eyes boring into mine with shock written across his features. "What?" He echoed, half gaping.

I looked down at my chest, feeling embarrassed just thinking about it. I had been so weak. It was nothing but humiliating. "Yeah, I know," I mumbled. "It's embarrassing."

Harry started shaking his head abruptly. "No," he breathed, taking my face into his hands, looking me in the eyes while hovering slightly over me. "It's not embarrassing. What he did... I can't believe he went that far. He's worse than I thought, and I already knew he was bad. Fuck, he actually did that when you... when he basically told you to leave me?" His voice cracked at the end, his eyes filled with tears. "He's got no fucking heart at all."

"I know," I mumbled. "I would have never agreed to it if I had known what I was doing."

His face crumpled right in front of me, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. "And all this time, I thought... you did it just to spite me."

My heart broke at the sight, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching up, cupping his cheek in my hand as tears started prickling my eyes as well. "I could never do that. I'll admit that I was a little disappointed that you didn't tell me you were planning to sign a contract with Columbia, but that didn't have anything to do with it. I was just so... lost. I didn't know what I was doing."

He fluttered his eyelashes as he sniffled. "I was going to tell you, but at the time, it was still fresh, and they hadn't completely made their minds up yet. I wanted to surprise you once it was all decided, but then you started distancing yourself, and I never got the chance to."

I swallowed, realizing just how stupid I had been for being disappointed in him. He wanted to surprise me. He wanted to see the smile on my face when he told me the news, yet I was never there to support him. Instead, I was making plans for when I would leave him.

A sob escaped my lips at the realization. I wanted to hug myself, shield me from the pain that was erupting inside me, but Harry leaned down to do it instead, his warm arms going around my torso, his face nuzzling into the crook of my neck and his lips brushing my skin. I wrapped my arms around him in return, pressing him tightly against me while inhaling his sweet scent.

"I didn't know," I sniffled. "I wouldn't have..."

"It's okay, Lou," he mumbled against my skin, but I shook my head.

"No, it's not. You have no idea how many times I've been telling myself how stupid I was for leaving you these past few months. When we first met again, I thought I hated you for what you told me that night. I thought I would never be able to forgive you, but it only took me a few months to realize that my feelings for you never disappeared. I didn't even know you never cheated on me then, and for some reason, I was able to push that aside because I realized that it will always be you no matter what. I can't see myself with anyone but you."

He lifted his head from my neck to look me in the eyes, our faces mere inches apart, his lips spreading in a teary smile. "I like the sound of that."

"Yeah?" I breathed, my eyes locked on his, my lips twitching as well.

"Yeah," he confirmed. "Very much."

"Does that mean you forgive me?" I asked tentatively, fearing the answer since my last couple of weeks had depended on trying to get him on my good side again. Besides, I still had a hard time letting myself get over what I did to him.

He curled his lips, his eyes glinting from the dimmed light in the room. "I wouldn't be here right now if I hadn't already," he replied in a whisper, his eyes flickering down to my lips.

My heart fluttered at his words, happiness exploding in my body. Right then, it felt like everything would be okay, that there was a happy ending to this disaster. And maybe it would be easier for me to move on from what happened now that Harry had done so.

I was just about to lift my head and close the distance between our lips when there was a knock on the door, interrupting our moment. "Louis, it's time to get up! We're leaving in forty minutes," Perrie called out. "And you too, Harry!"

Harry's eyes widened at the sound of his name, a look of confusion crossing his face. "How...?" He trailed off, studying my features questioningly.

"I'll tell you later," I promised, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek before sliding off the bed to get ready.

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An hour later, we were on our way back to London. Perrie was driving this time, Nick sitting in the passenger seat while Harry and I were in the back. The middle seat was separating us, and for some reason, it felt like there was too much space between our bodies, even though we had been sitting like this only two days ago without any problem at all.

Glancing at Harry through the corner of my eye, I could see that his teeth were sunk into his bottom lip and his eyebrows pulled into a frown, as if the distance was bothering him as well. Of course, there could be something else going on in his head, but when I reached out to take his hand into my own, brushing the pad of my thumb over his knuckles and saw how he visibly relaxed, I took it as a sign that it was what he was thinking about.

The previous hour had flown by. Harry had decided to help me pack my bag, considering half of its content was scattered across the floor. He found it amusing, seeing as I hadn't changed at all since we lived together. But it wasn't until he saw the ripped sweatshirt that he laughed, "I can't believe you're still such a messy person."

With a huff, I had grabbed the garment and tossed it into the bin, which... alright, I should have done two nights ago, but a lot of things had been going on, and there was just no time. And whenever there was, I was too tired to do it.

Harry had already packed his bag the day before, so once he had gotten dressed in some fresh clothes, we went down to eat breakfast. Neither Perrie nor Nick was there, which wasn't that surprising considering we were supposed to leave in only ten minutes, so we sat down at an empty table and almost shoved the breakfast into our mouths to be able to meet up with them at a reasonable time.

We met Perrie and Nick in the hotel's parking lot with our breaths in our throats, and both Perrie and Nick looked between us, Nick suspiciously and Perrie knowingly. Neither of them said a word, though. It surprised me since I thought Perrie would be mad that we arrived late, but apparently not.

This left us to where we were now. We had yet to break the silence that had occurred, but the radio was on at a low volume at least. I could see Perrie sneaking glances at us in the rearview mirror now and then, and if she thought she was being subtle about it, she was wrong.

"So," she said eventually. "You guys in the back seem to be on good terms again. I assume you worked out whatever happened between you?"

I looked down at my and Harry's touching hands, seeing the way our rope and anchor tattoos aligned, making a smile form on my lips. On top of that, he had painted his nails pink and yellow, which made things even better.

"Yeah, we're okay," I grinned, not being able to help just how much my lips curled. Harry met my eyes when I looked at him, and his lips twitched as well.

"Lovely to hear," she replied. "Patrick called me half an hour ago saying that we should get ready to start working as soon as we arrive at the arena. We were already going to get there later than usual, and now on top of that, we're going to be there even later thanks to you two."

Okay, so she was mad. She was just very good at hiding it.

"Thanks a lot, Pez," I scoffed, making her glare at me through the rearview mirror.

Harry squeezed my hand gently, indicating me not to overreact, which I knew I tended to do at times. "What he's trying to say is that we're sorry for arriving late, and thank you for the information," Harry said with much more sincerity.

It made me think of the first day of the audition tour when Perrie asked him if he was excited about the show and he snapped at her. Later, she said it surprised her to see him act that way since she was so used to seeing him treat people like an angel. This was the Harry she had been talking about then, the one we all knew. It was still hard to believe he had snapped at her like that, but now that I knew why he did, it made a lot more sense.

Perrie's lips twitched as she nodded in acceptance. Harry and I were really like day and night.

The following hours seemed to flash by, and maybe that was because I managed to fall asleep after being rudely woken up at six-thirty in the morning by Harry's alarm. I didn't regret it, seeing as Harry and I wouldn't have had time to talk if we woke up later, but it still left me tired.

Nick seemed a bit reserved, judging from what I managed to catch in my awakened state of the ride. He talked to Harry and Perrie occasionally, but there was a noticeable difference compared to how much he usually talked. I wondered if that was because he was suspicious about me and Harry. He did know we had spent the morning together after all.

Nevertheless, we arrived at the arena in London at one in the afternoon after a quiet ride. We got out of the car and unloaded our bags from the trunk to put them into our own instead. We then went into the backdoor of the arena, considering the main entrance was blocked by a mob of people.

Harry walked next to me through the corridors while Nick and Perrie were in front of us. It was almost strange, but it would be a lie to say I didn't like it. Harry's presence never ceased to make me feel giddy and content, a feeling I had been missing a long time now.

We weren't touching, though, and it was for the best. I was pretty sure we were both on the same page when it came to not giving anything away about us. We had always been taught that the fewer people who knew the better, and even though it was Simon who had told us this, we knew he was right, at least until we came out publicly.

Perrie and Nick entered the lounge room, and I was about to do the same when I was pulled back by a hand that caught my forearm in a grip. The familiar long fingers and the rings digging into my skin made it easy for me to know it was Harry. It became even more apparent when I was backed up against the wall, his curly hair, green eyes and sharp jawline coming into view, stopping mere inches from my face.

My lips parted in surprise as I blinked. "This situation is giving me a feeling of déjà vu," I managed to breathe.

He arched his eyebrows, the corner of his lips twitching. "From when?"

Glancing down at his heart-shaped lips, I inhaled a breath. "When we were about to head into the press conference room, and I forced you to come over to my place after you said you never cheated on me," I explained, my heart racing in my chest.

He tilted his head to the side, the smile growing on his face. "Right, but the positions are switched now."

My lips twitched as well. "And you're not mad at me anymore," I added, placing my hands on his shoulders and trailing them up the back of his neck.

"True," he grinned, leaning in even further so that the tips of our noses were brushing. "We also weren't touching then."

My breath hitched in my throat as he placed his hands on the small of my back, pressing me closer to his body. "And we certainly weren't this close to each other," he continued, his curls tickling my forehead.

I curled my fingers into the hair at the back of his neck, tilting my face up to look him in the eyes, our breaths mingling together. "I prefer this over last time."

"Me too," he smiled, his eyes flickering down to my lips. The way he looked at them made my heart flutter, and all I wanted was to close the gap between us and pull him even closer.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, his breath hitting my mouth as his eyes traveled back up to look me in the eyes.

"You don't even have to ask."

At that, Harry's smile widened, and he didn't waste another second to lean in and catch my lips with his, the hands on the small of my back digging deeper into my skin. Meanwhile, I moved my hands further up to tangle my fingers into his longer strays of curls, pushing my body off the wall to press our chests together.

This kiss was more passionate and sincere than the last one, and our lips moved like they had known each other for years, knowing exactly what the other was thinking and what the next move was going to be. It felt amazing. I couldn't believe I had gone three years without kissing him properly, without the feeling of his teeth nipping at my lip, his curls tickling my skin, and his arms wrapped around me. It made me want to cry because I was finally, after such a long time, experiencing it again.

It seemed like he was having similar thoughts seeing as he deepened the kiss, moving his hands so that they were gripping my hips instead and pushing me against the wall. He wedged his knee between my thighs as he dipped his tongue into my welcoming mouth, licking his way inside to find my own.

I let out a gasp as our tongues met and his knee pressed against my crotch. I was not expecting the kiss to go this far, but I wasn't complaining. The only thing that kept nagging me was that we were in the corridor, and anyone could walk by at any time, so we weren't exactly safe.

These thoughts completely left my mind as his lips left my mouth to travel down the side of my neck, nipping and kissing at the skin, his tongue lapping at the same spots. It left me breathless, and it took a long time for me to come back to my senses.

"Harry," I breathed, pulling at his curls gently. "We can't... do this here."

My words seemed to make the cogwheels start working in his brain as he raised his face from my neck to press his forehead against mine, exhaling a large breath. "You're right. It's just... I can't get enough of you. It's been way too long."

My lips twitched at his words, and I moved my hand to his cheek, barely brushing my fingers along the skin of his cheekbone. "I feel the same way," I admitted, glancing up at his eyes. "But this place just isn't safe."

He let out a sigh. "I know."

Yet, he didn't make a move to take a step back, which I found nothing but endearing.

Sending him a small smile, I reached up to press my lips against his quickly before sliding out of his hold and off the wall. When I turned back to look at him, his lips were formed in a pout, making me let out a light chuckle. "You're way too cute when you're pouting like that."

His lips turned into a smile instead, his left dimple popping. "So cute you'll kiss me again?"

I rolled my eyes, reaching my hand out to him. "Later, Styles. Right now, we have a job to attend."

He took my hand and laced our fingers together. "Later then," he agreed, squeezing my hand before dropping it as we opened the door of the lounge room.

I didn't know what to expect, but I certainly wasn't prepared for at least ten pairs of eyes turning to look at us. It made me awfully aware of my and Harry's appearances. I was pretty sure my sweatshirt was wrinkled after Harry had curled his fingers in it, and I was still sporting a semi after the way he had pressed his thigh against my crotch, which I hoped wasn't prominent through my jeans. Harry was probably worse, though, seeing as I was pretty sure I had messed his hair up completely during the kiss.

However, he was pretty quick with running his hands through his curls to fix them, and the people in the room didn't seem to think twice before looking away from us. The only gazes that remained were Nick, Perrie and Patrick's, who were all waiting for us to sit down.

"About time, lads," Patrick said, raising his eyebrows at us.

I grimaced. "Sorry for being late. I left my phone in my bag in the car, and Harry decided to come with me," I lied.

"Which didn't turn out to be a good idea seeing as we got mobbed by the fans who were waiting outside the entrance," Harry added.

Patrick eyed us both, pursing his lips. "Well, that explains your wrinkly clothes and your hair," he mumbled. "Anyway, have a seat so that we can get started once and for all."

Harry sat down next to Nick on the couch while I settled next to Perrie, feeling how she was staring at me even though I didn't turn to meet her gaze. Patrick was sitting on a chair next to us, his elbows resting on his thighs.

"I hope you had a nice trip to Manchester and took advantage of your time away from work," he began, a smile forming on his lips. "But it's time to get back to business. We're halfway through the live shows now, which means things are getting more serious. So I want you all to spend more time with your acts from now on and get more into detail about what they should think about during their performance. Sound alright?"

We all nodded, which Patrick took as a sign to continue. "Good. I'll let you get to work now. Your acts are waiting for you to join them. Good luck."

With that said, he got up from his chair and walked away, leaving us all to stare at each other. "We should probably get started," Nick mumbled after a while and got up to leave as well.

Harry followed soon after, giving me a long look before walking out the door. Heat made its way to my cheeks, coloring them a light pink, and it didn't make matters better that Perrie was still looking at me.

"Do I even want to know what you two were doing before entering this room?" She asked, flashing me a knowing look.

"Oh, shut up," I muttered, elbowing her in the ribs, which only made her laugh harder.

"If people knew about you, you wouldn't be subtle at all. You might be the worst at covering things up."

"Just because you knew I hadn't forgotten my phone," I pointed out. "Patrick believed us, though, and he didn't even bat an eye."

Her laughter died down, but her lips remained in a smile. "True," she said, tilting her head to the side. "It was still pretty funny, though."

Rolling my eyes, I nudged her in the side again. "Come on, let's get to work."

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The day turned out to be very intense, which probably shouldn't have surprised me, seeing as we started later than usual and Patrick had put more work on us, but that didn't mean it was exhausting. I was pretty sure that being away for two days didn't exactly help with it.

So, at five in the afternoon, I found myself sitting on the windowsill in the lounge room, smoking a cigarette with the window open. It made the muscles in my body relax remarkably after being so tense during the last couple of hours. There was just nothing that could beat a cigarette break.

Another benefit was that I was alone, which helped me relax even more. The silence along with the feeling of smoke filling my lungs made my lips curl, and I found myself leaning against the wall behind me, my feet propped up on the windowsill.

"I shouldn't be surprised that you're hiding in here of all places."

My head snapped to the sound of the voice, and it didn't take long until they landed on Logan, who was leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face, just like he had done a couple of weeks ago.

"I'm not hiding," I muttered, averting my gaze to look out the window, inhaling a drag of my cigarette.

He took a few steps further into the room. "And I was not looking for you," he replied, the irony evident in his voice.

His words made me snap my face back to him, my brows furrowing. "You were looking for me?"

Logan shrugged his shoulders as he took a few more steps towards me until he leaned against the wall next to my feet. "Maybe," he smiled. "It's been a while since we last talked. How was the trip to Manchester? Did you have fun?"

Still a bit suspicious, I pursed my lips. "Yeah, it was fun. I strolled around the city, ate at some restaurants with the other guys and went to the Manchester United game with Harry," I told him, a smile forming on my lips just thinking about it. I would constantly be reminded that it was the trip where Harry and I made up after our three years apart. It was certainly something to remember.

He seemed a bit surprised. "You and Harry went to a football game together? So, you're back to being mates then?"

The smile remained on my face as I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I didn't know how much I missed him when I talked to you about him, if you remember?"

He nodded. "Yeah, of course. I'm glad things worked out for you. It's great to catch up with long-lost friends, isn't it?"

"It is," I confirmed, taking another drag of my cigarette. "Harry and I share a lot of memories too, not just within the band. We were always a bit closer than the rest."

Why was I even telling him this? The plan was to keep a low profile, not go to the first person I could find and tell them about me and Harry. I needed to start keeping my mouth shut.

"So I've heard," he smiled, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Anyway, I was looking for you for a reason. I didn't just come here to pester you with questions about your trip," he chuckled.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Oh, what was the reason then?"

He turned his body to face me, his eyes looking into mine hopefully.

"I wanted to ask you out... on a date."

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