Crash into me

i stand in front of the mirror, just staring at myself.  myself? is that me? i don't look like myself.  instead of a bare face, my face is covered in make-up, making my features even sharper.  my cheekbones look ridiculous because of the contour.  my eyelashes are miles long and my lips are crimson.  diamonds hang from my ears and neck.  the black dress i'm wearing probably costs more than my entire wardrobe.  i don't know for sure because i don't want to know.  i'm sure if i knew the cost i'd be sick.  i wouldn't want to wear it.  

but this is what comes with the territory.  i'm Harry Styles' date tonight for the MTV Video Music Awards.  This is my first red carpet ever.  i've never even watched one when they hold the award shows on tv.  this is the most insane moment of my life.  i have no idea what i'm doing but i realized a long time ago if i want to be in this man's like i have to do these things.  

as if on cue, i spot Harry walk through the bedroom door behind me in the mirror.  he freezes as soon as he sees me.  i see rather than hear his sharp intake of breath while his mouth hangs open.  blushing a deep shade of red, i turn on my insanely high black heels to face him.

"Good?" i ask, feeling shy for some reason.  

"Uh," Harry clears his throat and shakes his head as if trying to clear it.  He starts to walk towards me, his eyes scanning up and down my entire body.  "Are you kidding me?"

He stands in front of me but doesn't touch me.  He just keeps staring yet he's so close I can feel his body heat radiating through me.  My chest rises and falls quicker.  My eyes stare up into his, waiting for him to say something.

"You are..." he starts but then he seemingly searches for the right words.  His eyes study me closely as if trying to memorize every detail.  "I've never seen anything so beautiful.  You are breathtaking."

A small smile crosses my lips when he slowly stops his eyes from exploring and meets my eyes.  He smiles back down at me, his perfect lips curving slightly.  i reach up and traces those lips with my finger tips while he moves his hands to my hips. 

"I'm so nervous," i whisper softly, my smile slowly disappearing.  Nervous butterflies fill my stomach once again.

"Don't be nervous babe," Harry says with a small smile as my fingers slowly trail down his chin to his shoulder.  He takes my face between his hands, forcing me gently to look up at him.  "I'm the one that should be nervous."

"Why should you be nervous?" I ask with a soft, incredulous laugh, smoothing down his black shirt on his shoulders.  "You're a pro at this kind of thing.  You were born to do this."

He laughs and reaches up to run a hand through his hair.  "I'm nervous that somebody's gonna steal you away from me."

"Steal me from you?" I ask in confusion and amusement.  "Steal ME from YOU?  Are you crazy?" I laugh and shake my head, reaching up to caress the side of his face.  "I'm completely and totally your's.  No one, and I mean NO ONE, could tear me away from you."  I smile up at him.  "Sorry to tell ya but you're stuck with me."

Harry chuckles.  "That's the greatest thing I have ever heard.  You just made me a very, very happy man." 

He cups my cheek with his warm, large hand and leans down to kiss me. His lips are soft and loving against mine.  Our love radiates through one another, filling up completely.  My hands move to his sides.  I press my body against his as we kiss, slowly deepening.  His tongue meets mine while his hands move to the back of my head, holding my lips firmly against his.  My hand slowly makes fists with his shirt in them. He pushes his hips forward, pressing them against my lower stomach so I feel his erection.  In return I feel the muscles deep within my stomach tighten. 

A low groan comes from Harry's throat when he slowly, reluctantly leans away from me.

"Come on," he says shakily, panting softly.  "We have to go.  If we don't go now we'll never make it there."

I blush and clear my throat softly, panting just the same.  He presses his forehead against mine before groaning and taking a small step back with his hand on the back of my neck.  I touch my lips, slightly swollen from his.  He smiles while he strokes the pad of his thumb over my heated cheek.

"Come on," he chuckles, taking my hand and leading me out of the bedroom towards our living room.

He lets my hand go and walks into the kitchen.  I hear as he takes multiple deep, long breaths.  I stand there in confusion as he leans against the counter with his back to me.  When he turns to face me he chuckles again, reaching down to adjust his pants by his groin.

"Just needed some time to calm down," he says with a playfully grin.

I blush even more and cover my face.  I don't know why I'm acting so shy.  Especially since we've done so many things together.  We've done everything together, at least everything I have knowledge of.  I don't know if there is much I don't know of but I'm sure there is.  It's just that I've been every where, done everything with this man.  Why am I so shy right?  Must be  nerves.

"Come on you beautiful, stunning creature," he says dramatically, walking back out to take my hand.  "I have millions of men to make jealous."

I giggle and relax somewhat, walking out the door with him. 

The rest of the guys are downstairs, all going solo except for Zayn but Perrie will be meeting us there.  I'd feel better if Eleanor or Sophia were here.  I got Harry though.  He's all I need. 

We hold hands as we get into the large, black SUV.  Harry and I sit in the back along with Niall.  I sit between them with Harry's hand on my knee.  I gently hold onto his forearm without even thinking.  

"Did you practice your posing?" Niall asks me, playfully making a serious, model-like expression.

I laugh and shake my head.  "No.  Was I suppose to?"

"It would've been a good idea," he replies, shrugging like I've already lost.

"Niall," I gasp, starting to panic again.  "I'm already nervous as it is.  Don't make me freak out even more."

He laughs and shrugs.  "Just telling you how it is."

I nudge Niall in the ribs with my elbow while Harry shakes his head.  I laugh and turn to look at Harry.  He shakes his head before pressing his lips against my forehead.  

"All you have to do is smile," Harry says.  "And that's all.  You don't have to answer questions or pose.  Just smile.  That's it."

I smile and nod up at him, giving his forearm a soft squeeze.  I see now that he's just as nervous as me.  He's mentioned over and over that he's nervous about taking me to these kinds of things because he doesn't want to freak me out and run away.  That's even more of a reason for me to do this.  I have to show him that I won't run.  I love him too much to ever run away from him.  I'll do anything for this man, including this.  

Soon we're pulling up to the event.  I bite my bottom lip as I peer out the window, trying to see what I'm really in for.  Chaos.  That's what I'm in for.  There's people everywhere.  Cameras flash from every angle and there are fans screaming.  Cameras circle the area, interviewers along with them. I take a long, slow, deep breath.  Niall smiles over at me encouragingly, bumping his shoulder with mine.

Harry rests his hand on my back, running it up and down soothingly.  

"Relax," he whispers, leaning into my ear.