Harry opens the car door from the inside, getting out of the large vehicle and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder. I follow behind him, climbing out as well, with the help of his hand. He thanks the driver and shuts the door.
I take a look around, seeing tour bus among tour bus among tour bus. I wasn't even really sure how many famous people were going to be here this weekend, but given the amount of transportation in this parking lot alone, I assume it would be a lot. Harry intertwines his fingers with mine as we walk side by side.
I look over at him wearily. Our PDA has been something I've been thinking about nonstop for the past week. It flared up when I was going through my Instagram and I saw how many people had requested to follow me. I assumed it was because there have been articles about Harry and I being spotted together.
But all jokes aside, it did worry me that Harry and I have been seen together. I fell down a hole on the internet the other day and stalked a few fan accounts. Most fans were debunking the theory that Harry and I were together, and then others were trying to find out my name. I honestly felt a little uncomfortable that all these people were searching for my personal information, but I just had to keep reminding myself that they probably wouldn't find much. I had nothing to hide anyway.
I didn't know where Harry's mind was when it came to our relationship being public. So far that I know of, he wants to keep it private. He never said keep it a secret...he only said keep it private. That was a little while ago and I can almost guarantee he hasn't changed his mind.
"Have you seen the articles about us?" I decided to ask him. I was really curious about what his take on the situation was.
"I haven't." He shakes his head as we squeeze between two tour buses parked next to each other. Ahead of us, there was a door with a big man in black clothing stood. He was bald and pale...he was very intimidating, but I think that was done on purpose. "I try not to read articles about myself, actually. I just let my manager do that. If there's something that's incorrect that could make me look bad, he deals with it. I just stand back and mind my own business."
"That makes sense." I nod, showing I understood what he was saying. "I fell down an internet hole the other day and I came across quite a few."
"What did they say?" He questions me, swinging our arms between us as we walked.
"Exactly what you'd expect," I say blandly, shrugging. "'Harry Styles Sparks Dating Rumors With Mysterious Woman.' 'Harry Styles Spotted With Mystery Blonde,'" I quote some of the few I saw. Gossip articles weren't very creative with their headlines...almost each and every one having the words 'mystery' and 'blonde' in the name.
"Very clever," he says as if he was reading my mind.
"I know right," I agree, chuckling. "Since I read those articles, I've actually been thinking about legally changing my name to 'mysterious blonde'," I tell him jokingly.
"Hmm," he hums, thinking out loud, playing along with my joke. "I like it. It has a nice ring to it." He turns to me with a straight face, but as soon as he saw my face, he bursts into laughter.
"I've gotten so many follow requests on Instagram," I say, shaking my head in disbelief. "Thousands."
"Why don't you just make another account?" He proposes. "One for the public. Unless you don't want to...don't do anything that would make you uncomfortable."
"I've thought about it." I sigh. "But I would be too scared of posting something that would like...violate my own privacy. Or even yours."
"Then that's why you would have a second account," he explains. "You know I'm not the biggest fan of social media, but this is just an option for you. If it would be something you'd ever want to consider."
"I'll probably do it," I admit, shrugging. "When is the only question."
"Why wait? Why not set it up right now?"
I stay silent and in a matter of seconds, we've reached the door, ready to go inside. The man steps out of the way, probably recognizing Harry immediately. Harry gives him a thumbs up and he nods. With that, Harry opens the door, allowing me to walk in first. We enter the building into an immediate hallway lined with doors.
"I have soundcheck in a few minutes if you want to set it up while I do that," he says as I follow him down the hallway. He reads the signs on the doors...some of them empty, others with names on them. He stops in front of a door with a sign reading "Harry Styles".
He opens the door, revealing a dressing room. Tan walls covered in frame photos line the room, every wall except one. That wall had a countertop spreading all the way across it, along with three mirrors lined with lights just above the surface.
I've never been inside a dressing room like this. I've seen pictures and stood outside one before, but never actually inside. It was just as I expected...but it was still really cool to be inside. I felt like a VIP.
Harry sets his duffel bag down on the brown leather couch that was pushed up against one of the walls in the room. I walk along the perimeter of the room, looking at the framed photos they had hanging on the walls. Most of them were in black and white, others brown. I'm sure that was just to make the pictures match the color scheme of the rest of the roomâneutral tones.
"I have to go to soundcheck," Harry speaks up, earning my attention. I look over at him to see him looking down at his cell phone in his hand. He looks back up at me after a short moment. "You're more than welcome to come watch. Otherwise, you can stay here and hangout. I can almost guarantee you'll be able to hear from in here. You can really do whatever it is that you'd like." He shrugs, showing he really didn't care.
"I think I'll just stay here," I say, smiling softly. "I'm going to watch you perform, so I want to save my excitement for that."
"Okay." He nods, walking toward the door. He begins to walk through the doorframe, his hand on the knob to close the door behind him.
"Wait," I say before I could stop myself. Harry pauses in his tracks, turning around to face me. I take a deep breath before smiling. "Can I have a kiss before you leave?"
He looks down at the ground in thought before tilting his head up to look at me, smiling softly.
"No," he says simply, walking out and closing the door behind him. My jaw drops to the floor. Now I just felt stupid for even asking.
I pick my jaw up off the floor when only milliseconds later, just after he had shut the door, it was reopening again. Harry re-enters the room chuckling. I give him doe eyes, trying to show that he hurt my feelings there for a second.
"Did you actually think I was serious?" He asks in a higher-pitched tone, approaching me quickly. He places his hands under my forearms bringing them up. I nod slowly. "Come here," he says, reaching down to wrap his arms tightly around my waist.
In one swift motion, he lifts up my much smaller body with ease. Out of instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He hugs me tightly as I rest my head on his shoulders, silently thanking God that he was joking.
"I wouldn't actually deny a kiss from you," Harry says, stroking the hair on the back of my head softly. "I was just joking."
I pull my head away from his shoulder to look into his eyes. "I didn't think so. But you sound so serious when you joke."
"I'm sorry." He frowns. "Can I have a kiss now though?"
"No," I mock him. In return his mocks me back, his way more dramatic than mine, adding facial expressions and everything. I giggle as he puckers his lips out, looking at me expectingly.
With a playful roll of my eyes, I press my lips to his. I feel him smile through the kiss, and I can't help but do the same. We both laugh in unison, needing to pull away for air.
"Get it, Harry!" I hear a woman's excited voice say from the direction of the door. Harry turns around, still holding me in his arms.
I turn my head to see one of the most beautiful women to walk this earth. Harry erupts into more laughter as he gently lets me down to stand on my own feet again.
"Lili," he says to me before gesturing to the woman, "Lizzo."
"Hi," I say awkwardly, my cheeks beginning to heat up.
"Hey girl!" She says enthusiastically before turning to Harry. "I just came to make sure you were here for rehearsal and then I saw your door was open. This was not what I expected to walk into." She laughs.
"Yeah sorry, I got a little distracted." Harry chuckles once again, using his thumb and index finger to tug on his earlobe awkwardly.
"You know, I was wondering why you want to do the performance all of the sudden, but now I see why," she says, nodding to me, still smiling. Harry and I both laugh nervously, still feeling embarrassed that we were caught in that moment. "Anyways, you ready to go?"
"Yeah," Harry says quickly, turning to me. "I'll be back in like an hour to get ready for the show. Are you sure you'll be okay here?"
"Yeah, I should be fine." I shrug.
"Okay." He lets out a breath, smiling. "If you get bored, you're more than welcome to come watch. There are arrows everywhere pointing to the stage...it's pretty hard to get lost."
"Alright." I nod, even though I wasn't really planning on coming out to watch him. Though I wanted to see the soundcheck process, I would probably be too awkward to function properly, so it's probably best that I stay here.
"Alright," he breathes out once again before slipping away. He wraps his arm around Lizzo's shoulder before walking out into the hallway, shutting the door behind them.
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a/n: Okay so I'm thinking about making Lili an actual Instagram that you guys can follow...would you guys want that?