Rays of sunshine dance on her skin. Eloquent strobes of light streak across her pale, vampire-like pale flesh. For so many years, she felt self conscious for the lack sun on the pigmentation of her largest organ, especially coming from a "beach town," but Harry appreciated it. Her skin was once untouched and pure. The personification of the Virgin Mary he was taught about in Catholic school. Freckles piece across the tops of her shoulders. Small specks of the tiny details changing deep beneath her pulsating vessels.

"Good morning," Harry's tired and raspy voice creeps through his lips.

"Morning," she squeaks back.

"So, um..." He wraps his arm around her, bringing her in close. Her body fits perfectly against his like a jigsaw piece created in this moment to bring solace to the puzzle of his psyche. "Are you okay?"

Harry wants nothing more than to hear her assurance. He did a good job. He didn't disappoint. He provided her an experience worth discussing for years to come. Interesting how a confident man can crave the attention and validation of a girl, so sweet and innocent, to make him feel complete. These factors are the most attractive part of her. He was thrown into a hard life at an early age. But he's now living through her light blue eyes. Experiencing the world through the cotton candy sweetness of her soul.

His hand plays with the elastic of her panties. "Whenever we're alone together, you have to wear-"

"Oi!" Grimmy's fist pounds on the thin fabric of their tent. "I have an update! And by the way, you aren't quiet in there. I have the tent next door and I didn't sleep at all last night."

Harry smiles against the skin of her shoulder. He plants a gentle kiss on her clavicle and goes to unzip the tent.

Goldie lays back, grabbing Harry's bicep and brings him back down with her. She wraps her arms around him and presses her fingertips into his back, turning the pinkness of his skin white under her touch. The kiss is deep and warm and welcoming, like sitting in front of the furnace after a night out in the cold. She could slip away forever in a state of almost complete sensory deprivation as long as she can feel his tongue pressed against hers. She can't help but bite into his bottom lip before he pulls away.

"Fuck. Why do you always taste so good? Like birthday cake." Harry leans down to kiss her on her neck one last time. "I can only imagine how the rest of you tastes."

"Wh- what do you mean?" Blood rushes to Goldie's cheeks and the hairs on her arm stand on end.

"What do you mean 'what do I mean?'" Harry's brow furrows and then loosens, the wrinkles between his eyes ironing out in a moment of realization and clarity. He was the first to explore her and he vowed to be the first to savor her, if she so desired. "We'll need to discuss this later. Duty calls." Harry turns one final time and leans close to her ear and whispers, "I bet you taste like apple pie on the 4th of July. In the meantime, you might want to cover yourself up." Harry tosses her a pair of bell bottoms. "This is only for me now. Right... Amy?"

"Nope! Nice try though." Goldie sits up, an adorable smile stretched across her face, and slips the pants on her legs.

"Emily."

"No."

"Hm... Savannah?"

"Not even close."

"Ashleigh?"

"Get out of here," Goldie pushes Harry out of the tent.

The band stands in the dusty sunrise of the morning.

"Okay, so Harry's indiscretions surprisingly didn't kill the show for us," Grimmy announces. "Pat yourself on the backs everyone."

"Of course not," Harry comments, reverting back to his cocky demeanor. "They wouldn't kick greatness off the festival set list. Zeus knows Hercules' strength. Just because he's half god doesn't make him any less mesmerizing."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Grimmy kneels down and pets his pups before continuing. "We were knocked from today's show to tomorrow. We should count ourselves lucky that this is our only repercussion, boys. The entertainment company running the show is lead by two girls who are big fans of yours and they'd like us to stick around."

"We're safe!" Niall yells, lifting his arms in the air in celebration, still bare chested.

"Not so fast, Niall," Matt announces. "Being knocked on the set list isn't exactly an honor."

"Actually it was kind of a blessing in disguise, Matty boy," Grimmy corrects. "As a result of all the madness, you're now going on just before Bowie. Apparently it was his request. So it'll go Heart, Fleetwood Mac, The Who, The Orphans and then David Bowie."

The Orphans stand in shock at the news. They were originally supposed to go on bright and early that morning before all the other bands, but that would also be the same day as The Rolling Stones.

"I'm sorry. I must have misunderstood you." Mitch combs his fingers through his long hair. "I could have sworn you just said we're going on right before David Bowie and right after The Who. Can you repeat that?"

"You heard right, my friend. A few of the bands ganged together and were on our side surprisingly." Grimmy looks at the band members, just as shocked as all of them.

"I told you it would be okay," Goldie whispers to Harry, lovingly grabbing his hand.

"Thank you for the reassurance... Ellen?" Harry looks at her through the corner of his eyes.

Goldie shakes her head "no" and pinches his cheek. Harry scrunches his face in response.

"So you boys get today off." Grimshaw steps to Harry and Goldie, stands between them and wraps his arms around their shoulders. "Queen is on today. You'll get a chance to take the day in like regular folk."

"Alright, fellas!" Harry claps his hands and rubs them together. Turning to the group he yells, "LET'S GO EXPLORE!"

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"Alright. So you met YES. You ate your weight in kettle corn. You got Iggy Pop's autograph. Are you satisfied or do you we want to go get a spot to watch Queen?" Harry tickles the backs of Goldie's knees, who's hoisted on his back.

"Thatta way!" Goldie points to the stage.

"Hold on tight, darling. Ready. Set. GO!" Harry darts toward the crowd in front them and in the direction of the stage. She wraps her arms around his neck a bit tighter, nervous that she'll be dropped at any moment as Harry shoves his way through the masses. "Outta our way! I have royalty here on my back! The lady wants to see Queen!"

"Harry!" Goldie screams with laughter, closing her eyes shut.

"Here we are." Harry sets her feet on the ground and kneels down, patting his shoulders and looking back. "Your throne, m'lady."

"Where are the rest of the guys?" Goldie asks, getting on Harry's shoulders.

He effortlessly lifts her into the air for a better view of the stage. "Niall went looking for Nancy. Jonesy mentioned something about hanging out with a janitor. And Mitch and Matt should be around here somewhere."

The yellow-haired sweetheart sits atop the brunette superhero's large stature. The two are lost in the sea of the crowd. Lost in the waves of free spirit and unconditional love, with the setting sun providing the perfect backdrop for the two's building romance. He throws her up into the open air. She feels as though she can pirouette amongst the stars.

"We're so close! Harry! This is incredible!" Goldie looks down to see Harry already staring up. She grabs either side of his smiling face. "Thank you!"

"My pleasure! This means you owe me a kiss later though. And I'm suddenly getting a craving for apple pie!"

Goldie's stare widens and she looks forward. Hypothetical pieces of what's to come pass by her eyes. The camera of the universe pans backward at rapid pace, starting at her face and back to the stage where Freddie Mercury and the rest of Queen are taking the stage.

Yellow lights illuminate the bottom part of the stage. Freddie dons black leather pants and silver suspenders with no shirt underneath. His curly hair rests at his ears, adorning his hairy chest. The lights suddenly shift their brightness to the drummer, Roger Taylor. The song starts with only the voices of Freddie, Roger, Brian May and John Deacon.

"Ah, are you gonna take me home tonight? Ah, down beside that red firelight. Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go 'round."

"Oh my god! This is off their new album!" Goldie yells, pulling the Polaroid camera up from her neck and snapping a blurry picture of the stage.

"Are you excited?!" Harry screams back over the roar of the audience. Goldie nods happily. Harry grabs her hands and lifts their arms in the air. "WOO!"

"It's our song, Mags!" A small brown haired girl with glasses says from beside Harry and Goldie.

A strawberry blonde wearing a black wide-brimmed fedora and similar glasses to the other jumps up and down in excitement. "We pulled it off, Sara!"

The two girls howl into the air like werewolves on a full moon and do a goofy dance to the song.

"You're Harry from The Orphans, aren't you?" Sara asks.

"And this must be Goldie!" Mags notes.

Goldie nods rapidly, already appreciative of the girls' exuberant energy. "Yes! We are!"

"Pleasure to meet you! I'm Sara and this is my sister Maggie, or Mags. We run Fat Bottomed Girls Entertainment Company. We're glad you guys stuck around for tomorrow's show." Sara adjusts her black bandana for a second and reaches her hand out to shake Harry's and Goldie's.

"Thank you for punching that asshole Mick," Mags follows suit and shakes both their hands too. "Makes great music but jesus he can be a real dick. You did us all a solid."

"Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. I felt it was my duty to knock him down a peg or two." Harry grins a cocky grin.

"Woah there!" Mags shields her eyes as though she's looking directly at the sun. "You trying to kill us with that smile?"

"Save that magic for Goldie, for fuck's sake." Sara fans herself with her hand.

"Can I take a picture of you two? You guys did such a good job putting this together and we're so thankful you defended The Orphans." Goldie attempts to yell through the build of the song, looking down from Harry's shoulders.

"ABSOLUTELY!" Sara and Mags say in unison. They both immediately fall into a pose as the flash of Goldie's Polaroid camera goes off.

Sara turns her back toward Mags who grabs the top of her black hat and jumps on her sister for a piggyback ride.

"Tell Mitch I said hello!" Mags says with a wink.

"And tell Jonesy I love him." Sara says through gritted teeth. Her face is dead serious.

"C'mon, bitch! Giddy up!" Mags yells, smacking Sara's ass as they disappear into the crowd.

Goldie and Harry laugh, slightly confused by what they witnessed, but thankful that their band is appreciated and still on the set list for the festival.

The song winds down and Harry slowly brings Goldie down to the ground to face him. "This might be the best day I've had in a really long time," he says, pushing her hair behind her ears. "Do you know what would top it off though?"

"What?"

"Apple pie."

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Author's note: Hello, all of our beautiful readers! It's great to finally officially meet you all. We hope you enjoyed this chapter as well as the reveal of the Fat Bottomed Girls. Let us know if you have any questions about us, we'd be happy to answer them! Also, everything is about to pick up even more and best believe Harry's bout to get himself some apple pie. Stay tuned for the next chapter.

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