Rock Me


4. I love you



**Thursday Night**


       "Harry, please," I laugh as I stand over the mixing bowl. I'm attempting to make a cake for when Eleanor, Danielle, and Perrie arrive tomorrow, but he's distracting me by hovering behind me and kissing my neck and shoulder.

"Please, what?" He asks innocently.

"Please let me bake the stupid cake," I laugh again.

"No can do. I need you," He says.

"You need me for what?" I ask, pouring the batter into a cake bowl.

"Stuff," He says.

"Harry, you don't really need me. You just want me," I say.

"Exactly. So have Louis finish the cake and you come with me," He says, attempting to pull me away.

"Okay, okay, fine. Louis!" I shout.

"Yes," He says, walking into the kitchen.

"Me and Harry have something to take care of. Would you mind finishing the cake?" I ask.

"It depends on who the cake is for..." He says.

"Its for dessert tomorrow night. Its our last night in New York, and the rest of the girls will be here," I explain.

"Yeah, I'll finish it. Where are you two going?" He asks.

"I'm honestly not sure," I say, grabbing my purse.

"Somewhere you guys won't find us," Harry says, grabbing my hand a walking out the door.

As we walk out to the car, I start to wonder, where are we going?

"Babe, where are we going?" I ask, climbing into the passengers seat.

"Thats for me to know and you to find out," He says, putting the car into ignition.

"Harry, its already late and we have to be at GMA at 4:00 o'clock tomorrow morning," I say. He just smiles and kisses my hand.

We pull up to what looks like a back alley way and he gets out. I follow and he instructs me to close my eyes. He places his hands on my hips and guides me through twists and turns, down stairs and through doors, until we stop.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Ready for what?" I ask worriedly.

"Stay here. And whatever you do, don't peek!" He says. I hear his feet run away and start to panic. Did he just ditch me?! Oh my god, if he is not back here in one minute, I'm peeking. I start tapping my foot when I hear a loud noise, almost like turning on a generator. I gasp when I feel Harry's hands on my hips again.

"Open your eyes," He whispers.

"Oh my god!" I gasp, not believing where I stand.

Harry has brought me to Madison Square Garden. And I'm standing right in the middle of the stage.

"Do you like it?" He asks.

"Oh, Harry. I've never seen anything so amazing!" I say, stepping up to the microphone that sits in the middle of the stage. Harry follows.

"Sing something," He says.

"Oh, no, I couldn't. I can't sing," I say.

"Really? 'Cause Louis says he heard you singing while you were making dinner the other night, and you were quit good," He says.

"Does Louis say that?" I ask sarcastically.

"Yes he does. Now sing," Harry says standing at the other microphone.

I look at my feet hesitatingly. But then he starts to sing;

Your hand fits in my like its made, just for me.

But bare this in mind, It was, meant to be.

And I'm joining up the dots, with the freckles on your cheeks.

And it all makes sense, to me.

I join him.

I know you've never loved, the crinkles by our eyes when you smile,

You've never loved, your stomach or your thighs.

The dimples in your back, at the bottom of of your spine,

But I love them, endlessly.

We finish the song and he runs to me, scooping me up bridal style and kissing me passionately. I laugh and pull away.

"Olivia, you have an amazing voice. Why don't you perform?" H asks.

"I would if I could. I've meet with so many record labels, but none of them had the time," I sigh.

"Well you're performing with us on Good Morning America tomorrow morning," He says.

"Wait, what?" I ask.

He picks his phone up off the stage floor.

"Hey, Olivia!" I hear all the boys shout.

"Oh my god," I whisper.

"They were listening to you sing on the phone," He says, smiling at me.

I burry my face in my hands and laugh. "Oh. My. God.''

"Olivia, you have an amazing voice. Really," I hear Liam say.

"Yes, you do. So I have made my decision," says a familiar voice.

"Wait, what?" I ask.

"Hello Olivia. My name is Simon Cowell. The boys have told me a lot about you," He starts. "The boys need an opening act for their world tour, and I believe I just found the right person for the job."

"Excuse me?" I ask excitedly.

"And to promote the tour, you are to perform a song with the boys on Good Morning America tomorrow. You will no longer be their stylist, but their co-headliner for the entire tour," Simon finishes.

I hear the boys shout in excitement over the phone, and I look up to Harry with tears in my eyes.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"Olivia?" He asks.


"I love you."

"I love you, too."



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