a/n: happy june 30th :)
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I step out of the airport, the humid weather warming my face immediately as I do so.
Jess was slightly upset that I was leaving, but only because her family lives in Florida and she'd like to visit them again. My boss was surprisingly cool with me leaving for a few days, as long as I wasn't taking too much time off. So I only took three days off, not including today. He didn't scream at me, like Linda normally would in this scenario.
I'm so glad she's out of my life.
It was around 2 o'clock in the afternoon now, and I haven't really had much to eat, since I was in the air during my normal lunchtime. For as long as my flight was, I wasn't feeling too jet lagged... I actually felt quite energetic. But that could all be just because I slept for most of the flight.
Harry said there should be a car waiting out here for me. He said it was a black SUV...but I see like a million different ones. That was a pretty generic thing for him to tell me.
Just as I was reaching for my phone to text Harry asking for more detail, I hear someone calling out my name. But this was a familiar voice.
I snap my head up, and to my right, was Harry sticking his head out the tinted window of a black SUV... just as he said would pick me up. A bright smile is on his face as he waves his arms frantically, half of his body now hanging out of the car window.
I chuckle to myself at the sight, shaking my head. He's such a weirdo. I love it.
I drag my suitcaseâyes the one he bought me for my birthday, along with the carryon of courseâbehind me as I approach the car with the British man hanging out. As I get closer, the trunk of the car opens for me to put my luggage inside.
"Need help from your beefy man?" Harry offers as I get to the curb. I laugh once again.
"No, I think I'll manage just fine," I decline his offer nicely, still laughing softly. The bags weren't too heavy, so I had no problem lifting them up into the car. I look up, searching for a button or handle to let the trunk door down. But before I know it, it's closing down on me.
I let out a yelp as I step out of the way before the door has the chance to hit me. Honestly for a second there, I thought I was about to be crushed to death by a car door. I hear the car door open quickly and before I know it, Harry's running up to my side. I look over at him, letting out a laugh of relief. But he didn't seem to find this very funny.
"Are you okay?" He asks, his facial expression frantic and worried. "Y-You... I thought you were getting mugged or something."
"No." I say, putting my hand over my heart. I found it sweet that he got worried about me, but I didn't see it as that big of a deal. "The door just started closing on me and I got scared. I'm okay... I didn't mean to freak you out."
"Okay," he breathes out. "I'm just glad you're okay."
The two of us stand there for a moment before my breath hitches as a thought strikes my mind. Sometimes I forget that Harry is an international rockstar and any paparazzi would risk their lives just to get a picture of him... especially if it's with a "mysterious" girl.
"Let's get in the car before we get exposed," I suggest, laughing softly. Harry nods and leads me to the car. He opens the front seat door for me, using his arm to gesture for me to get inside. I gladly take a seat and he shuts the car door before climbing in the backseat. He takes a seat in the middle, though I'm not too sure why that was his seat of choice. We both buckle our seatbelts as the driver begins to do his job.
Harry was already dressed and looked ready for the day, wearing a simple graphic tee with black slacks. Simple, but he pulled it off well. But as for me, I was stuck wearing my Treat People With Kindness hoodie, the black one this time, and black leggings with my hair in a side braid. My airport attire is never runway ready, that's for sure.
"So how have you been, my love?" Harry asks from behind me. I turn my body to look back at him. He sits with his chin in his hands, his elbows resting against his knees. There was that smile. That better-than-Gucci smile.
"I've been alright... Just working and spending a lot of time on the internet," I say, chuckling. "Even though I know what you've been doing, I'm going to ask anyway...just because it's the polite thing to do. So... what have you been up to, my love?"
"Singing and playing piano underwater, eating watermelons on the beach...you know, the ushe," he jokes, shrugging. The smile never falls from his face as he talks, the stretching of his lips making his tone sound a million times happier. "I just had a lot of meetings the past few days."
I nod, knowing this already. He's told me through texts, usually when I've tried calling him just to hear his voice and he was too busy to answer. Don't think I'm trying to blame him, it's just kind of sad from my point of view.
"Do you have the music videos?" I gasp excitedly. "Can I see them?!"
"Sorry darling." He sighs, folding his arms and sitting back in his seat, crossing one leg over the other. "They're in editing right now. I'd love to show you, but it's nearly impossible." I frown, disappointed that I wasn't able to see a sneak peek at the music videos. "But," he says, causing me to perk up again, "I do have a few behind the scenes photos."
I gasp once again. "Show me!" I say, eager to see the photos.
He chuckles as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. After a few seconds of him tapping on the screen, he turns the phone to me, revealing a picture.
"Oh... my... fucking... god," I say slowly and he laughs at my reaction. My jaw drops as I stare at the photo. Everything about it was beautiful. Like, I already knew what the set looked like, but his outfit and the window and the piano and just everything.
"Jeff and I think that will be the picture we post to like...announce it," Harry tells me. "We're not sure yet, but maybe."
"Does the whole room fill up?" I ask, looking up from his phone to his eyes. I'm sure there was a sparkle in my eye... I was just so in awe.
"To the brim." He sets his phone in his lap so he could talk with his hands, just as he always does. "And luckily they warmed up the water for me because it was freezing outside and I'm pretty sure I would've gotten a cold if they hadn't."
"Well then I'm glad they warmed it up too," I tell him with a soft smile. "And what about Watermelon Sugar?"
"Oh, right." He picks up his phone, unlocking it and tapping a few more times before turning it to me again.
"Love the tank." I nod approvingly. "Love the glasses. Love the necklaces. Love that I painted your toenails so they didn't look gross."
Harry chuckles at my last compliment, tucking his phone away again.
"Yeah you were a bit of a lifesaver," he admits, nodding. "I got so many complements on the color."
"I'm glad." I smile. "And it went well?"
"Perfect," he says, a smile creeping across his lips. "Everything went exactly how we planned. Even though there were a million paps."
"I'm sorry." I frown. "That must be so annoying."
"It's not that big of a deal." He shrugs. "Like, I would've liked to keep it a secret to surprise the fans, but there's only so much you can do. I kind of figured it would get out anyway."
"Well it still sucks," I say, turning my attention back to the road before me, fearful that I would get carsick. "What's the plan for today?"
"Oh yeah, that's what I was meaning to talk to you about," Harry says, gaining my immediate attention. "We're going to run back to the hotel so you can drop off your things and get ready if you'd like."
"Get ready?" I ask, my eyes widening. He nods. "For what?"
"I've got a show tonight." He smirks. I furrow my eyebrows, confused on what exactly he meant.
"I thought you perform tomorrow..."
"I do." He nods. I swear, this man is so confusing.
"And I thought you said Lizzo was performing tonight," I say and he nods once again. I couldn't tell if I was just being an airhead, or if he was being genuinely confusing. "Wait, but I thought you said you didn't feel like performing tonight..? I'm so confused."
Harry chuckles, readjusting his posture.
"We talked it out and she convinced me to perform with her," he finally explains after confusing me for the past few minutes. "Besides, I think with you here, I'll be a little more in the mood."
My cheeks heat up as I look over at the driver who was most likely silently judging Harry for his comment.
"But anyways," Harry clears his throat after the car was silent for a moment, "there will be a lot of people there. And I'm sure a lot of them will want to meet you." I swallow harshly, Harry's words making my palms sweat nervously. "No pressure...I'm just saying."
"Oh goodie," I mumble to myself, looking out the window.
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