I couldn't believe what my ears had just heard. Harry had just said he loved me. He loved ME. I was paralyzed with shock. His smiles started to fade the longer I took to answer him. Finally, I found my voice and I just casually said, "I, I love you too."
A smile from ear to ear had spread across his perfect face. He was so beautiful , and he was all mine. He got off the swing and stood infront of me. We shared a long, passionate kiss, then began to walk home. Hand in hand, I had never felt so right to be exactly where I was.
We made it to his flat and stopped. "Do you want to come in?" I had the feeling this would happen when we left the park. I didn't want to say yes, for some reason it made me feel uncomfortable now. But there was no way I would say no.
"Of course." I headed in first, and felt awkward, not knowing exactly where to go.
"I'm gonna go change into something more comfertable, you can come into the room in a minute." He gave me a light kiss, then disapeared into his bedroom. I started to imagine what was going to happen when I went into his room. We had talked about this before, but the conversation was very short.
"How do you feel about sex before marrage?" It was a dumb thing to ask him, since I was 99% sure he wasn't a virgin, but I needed to know, and he wouldn't ask me my opinion if I didn't ask him first.
"Well, I'm not against it." He had a little smirk on his face that said Do you really not know that I've had sex? "What about you?"
This was it. I had to be completely honest. "I don't know. I guess I always thought that it would be nice to wait. To be able to tell my husband he was my first." I had this crazy fantasy in my mind of me and my future husband, on our wedding night, and me being able to look him in the eyes and say, You'll always be my first and last.
"Really? That's cool. Takes alot of controll to do that." He was right. I had been pressured to break my promise to myself and God before, and it ended with me completely hating the guy, so now that Harry knew the truth, things might be easier.
I waited about 2 minutes, then slowly walked up to his door. I pushed the door open, and Harry was laying in the bed wearing a tight black tee, and the rest of him was under the blankets. I assumed he was wearing underwear like he usually did. I kicked off my boots, and crawled my way into the bed next to him, and layed so I was facing him.
"This is the happiest I've felt in so long." He couldn't stop smiling, which made it hard for me to keep a smile off my face as well. He grabbed my cheek and kissed me. Everytime we kissed, it felt like the first. I never failed to get butterflies and feel light headed. I did love him, and I knew he truely loved me too.
After we layed in eachother's arms for what didn't feel like long enough, Harry whispered in my ear, "I want you to know, I will never make you do anything you don't want to do. I could see how nervous you were earlier, so, just know that." He kissed my cheek, and then I waited for him to fall asleep untill I did. How did I get so lucky? Harry was the most amazing guy in the world, and I was the luckiest girl to be the one lying in bed next to him.
The next month went by rather quickly. Everyday was filled with practices and everynight was spent with Harry. The media had started to catch us together in public more and the rumors began to fly. But the fans were suprisingly open to me dating Harry. I would get tweets form girls saying "If anyone deserves him, it's you, you guys are so cute together! #elarry" Of course there were occasional threats and rude ones, but the good ones outweighed them by the hundreds.
Liam and Danielle were together and Liam told the boys all about the baby. Noone outside of the boys, me, Sadie, Eleanor, and Perrie knew. They planned to keep it that way for as long as possible.
Sadie and Niall were still together and cuter than ever. They were always together and in pictures they were holding hands, kissing, or laughing, and I couldn't be happier for them.
The tour was set to start in about a week. The fiirst show was in London and from there we were going to be on the road for about 4 months. Everything was really coming together and I was starting to feel more and more comfortable on stage. Which was always a good thing, since I'd be front and center sooner than it seemed possible. To think, just a few short weeks before, I was sitting in my room in Michigan, just your average girl. And now, I was dating a famous boy band member, about to open for him on tour with my best friend.
Practice that week was extreamly serious due to the closeness of the first show. Everyone was super tense the moment we walked in the rehersal hall. Simon was even attending more practices, which gave me more nerves. He made a comment on everything, some were good, but most were not. The only thing that was keeping me from totally freaking out was Sadie. Sadie always knew exactly what to say to make me feel better. She was the backbone to our group, and without her, I wouldn't be standing where I was.
The last practice before our first show, I was worse than ever. I could barely bring myself to step onto the stage when Sadie ran up behind me. "Is everything okay?" She knew it wasn't but there was deffinatly a speach coming up.
"I don't know if I can do this." I was breathing really heavy and sweating.
"If you couldn't do this, we wouldn't be standing here. I believe in you and so does everyone else here. I promise, you're amazing." I couldn't help but believe every word she said. We hugged, and took the stage one last time before there would be a full audience sitting infront of us.
Harry was no help whenever I mentioned I was nervous about the tour. "You're so cute, babe. You don't need to be nervous." He was trying, but it did nothing.
We spent the night having a big sleepover at Liam, Zayn, and Niall's flat. Everyone was there, including the rest of One Direction's band. It was good to have everyone together, it deffinatly calmed my nerves. As we all settled down and began to drift off to sleep on the livingroom floor, I started to imagine my life for the next 4 months. I would be on the road with my boyfriend and my bestfriend, living my dream. Nothing could go wrong, or so I thought...