I was with the boys backstage in their dressing room before they were about to go on stage, just grabbing Harry's ring to place on my necklace before I went out to my seat. Harry was looking very handsome tonight in his dark blue button-up (that was not really all that buttoned) and a suit jacket. His hair was starting to get so long that he was constantly moving it out of his face now. 

“Haz do you just want me to put it up?” I noticed him flipping it out of his face as I was about to leave for my seat.

 “No, no, it needs to flow!” I giggled at him but agreed and went to take my seat. I was right up towards the front with a wonderful view of the boys and James sat right in front of me. Paul and Lou were on either side of me watching as well and laughing at all of their jokes. A few times Haz would look over at me and smile, doing a not-so-discreet nose scrunch at me when he moved his hair out of his face, clearly regretting not letting me put it up for him before. Finally, they had finished at his desk and went for a break before the “game” section of the show would start. While the cameras weren't rolling James walked over to say hello to me with Harry following closely behind him. 

“Looking lovely tonight, y/n, as always.” I laughed and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

 “Such a gentleman James. What do you have in store for my boys tonight?” He smiled at me and wagged a finger back and forth. 

“You'll just have to wait and see like the rest of them!” The crew called them back and Haz gave me a kiss on the cheek before he went back to the stage to join the other three boys standing there nervously. As James introduced the game I swear I almost thought he was joking. It was pretty unlike James to put himself in a situation where he could actually end up doing something as crazy as getting a tattoo, but it was clear he was not joking as the boys went to stand with their boxes on the other side of the room. I could see poor Niall's hands shaking from across the room, the boy hated the idea of getting a tattoo. Most of the other boys were unbothered by the idea, Harry, Liam, and Louis had all gotten them before and at this point (especially for Harry and Louis) it would just be another to add to the growing collection. I had been with Harry when he got tattoos before, as we have a couple of matching/corresponding ones we got together and I just go with him when he gets them. It's a whole event that we get to make a fun night out of. I wouldn't necessarily say that Harry has a “pain kink” but I will say this: getting tattoos turns him on. I don’t think it's actually the pain that does it, just something about that particular feeling is very enticing to him, it's similar to the high he sometimes gets after a big show on tour. The lighting turned to red on James as he was about to open his box, and he was taking a long time. 

“James?” Harry was standing right next to him trying to encourage him. 

“Harold?” 

“open the box” after a minute James did, in fact, open the box, to reveal the blue “safe” on the inside. The only two left were Harry and Niall. Poor Niall was becoming visibly more of a nervous wreck with each box that was opened and declared “safe”. I got Harry’s attention and attempted to sign Niall's name to him, eventually, he nodded before walking over and giving Niall a hug, trying to calm him. He whispered something in his ear though I couldn't tell what as he went back to his own box and got ready to open it. Although before I hadn't thought about it at all, now I was starting to get nervous as the red lights turned to Harry. 

“Very intimidating that light.” I heard him say and he moved his hair out of his face one last time before quickly sliding open the box. My breath got caught in my throat as Niall and James both erupted in screams and the buzzer went off to confirm that Harry was the one. He looked at me with a smirk on his face and shrugged before James opened Niall's box just to be sure and the show went into another commercial break. As they did the tattoo artist was brought back on stage and Harry walked over to me. 

“You want to come closer to watch?” He still had that smirk on his face and I nodded but looked closer to where the artist was setting up, there were no seats anywhere near there.

 “Haz, there are no seats over there.” His smirk got even bigger and I could see the little glint in his green eyes. 

“I know. I want you to sit right next to me.” For a moment I legitimately thought he was joking but then I saw James ask someone to get me a chair and suddenly there I was, sat right next to Harry on camera praying to god I didn’t look too stupid. The cameras came on with me on the other side of them this time as James asked Harry where he was going to get it. 

“I'm not sure, didn't really think about that before, to be honest, what do you think y/n/n, you get the final say.” I smiled at him and pretended to think for a moment. 

“There's a bit of a blank space right below our heart” He took off his jacket and one of the cameras came over to do a side by side of one of our matching tattoos, our “heart on our sleeve” we got a couple of years ago together. Just as I remembered there was a little patch of no ink below the heart, right above the crease of his elbow. We agreed it was as good a place as any and the artist went to work with Harry's arm outstretched and his other resting on my leg, squeezing occasionally. The entire time he looked right into my eyes while he was getting it and I could see his pupils get progressively larger and larger with every passing second. Something else was also getting larger and larger with every second, though I prayed I was the only one who noticed. I raised my eyebrows at him and the look he gave back to me sent a nice chill down my spine. He was finished quickly, and to my surprise, I actually liked the little tattoo added in the blank space. It was small but fitting for the mess of little tattoos around that part of his arm. His pupils were still blown when he made a joke to the camera about being a little woozy before they turned away while the boys got ready to do a song. 

He was in fact a little woozy so I handed him some water to drink while I helped him with his in-ear and mic. I was fitting the linear/mic box into the back pocket of his pants while he was taking little sips of water. Liam walked over to us and made sure his mic was all set before he leaned in close to me and said,

 “not the first time I've seen Harry's eyes go like that you know.” He was referring clearly to the time he walked in on me and Harry in a hotel room (inevitable when you live with that many boys and your boyfriend for so long) and I swatted away at him. 

“None of that Payno! It was one time!” he was walking away and dragging Harry along with him as he responded. 

“And I'll never let you lot forget it!”. They went off to do the songs they had planned on and Harry and placed his jacket back on over the tattoo. He kept his arm out relatively straight for most of the first song even while he moved the other one around so I signed to him: how's it feeling?. 

Of course, I had gotten over him. I went to therapy and did the work I needed and then I found Harry and eventually I forgot all of the terrible things that I went through when I was with him. I took a deep breath and threw the two avocados that I had my hands on into a produce bag without thinking about it. I shut my phone off and turned off the ringer, deciding that now was not the time to force myself to look at whatever the hell excuse he had texted me. I moved through the store getting the rest of the items on my list, moving as fast as I could in anticipation of the text, and nervousness to get back to Harry so I could ask him what he thinks about the situation. After I checked out and brought all of the groceries to the back of Harry's black SUV I moved to the driver's seat and sat there for a moment with my hands on the wheel in silence until I brought out my phone. I opened the text without hesitation and saw the barely three-sentence message that I had been panicking about for the past forty-five minutes. 

Heard from your mother that you were in town, sorry for not reaching out earlier. Would love to go out for lunch tomorrow if you have the time. I should explain.

No explanation, no apology, no personal message or nickname. From the absolute lack of care or emotion in it, I would not be surprised to find out that he had told an assistant to send me something while he was running out the door to some corporate meeting. Don’t know why I expected anything different from him. I opened a text to my mother who had apparently divulged my location to the man in the first place.

y/n: Care to explain why y/e/n knows I’m in LA?

Mom: Whoops, forgot to text you about that, he heard the band was performing and wasn’t sure it was you, I merely confirmed what he already suspected.

I sighed and placed my phone on the seat beside me. No use in being mad at anyone for this, it was bound to happen eventually anyway, besides I might as well get it over with. Most likely what will happen is I’ll go to the lunch and if he decides to grace me with his presence at all, he’ll get a salad, ask polite questions, make a few misogynist jokes, pay the bill and I won’t speak to him again for another five years. 

y/n: tomorrow sounds fine, I know a  lunch place in midtown, I can text you the address. If you give me a time I can make the reservation.

Ex: glad you got back to me, one would be perfect for me

This time when I started the car I didn't even bother to play any music for the drive. Not like I would be able to enjoy it or sing along with all the questions now swimming in my head. Even with LA traffic the drive back to Harry and I’s apartment didn’t take much time, I had worried before that anything frozen I got would melt from the mixture of the hot LA sun and the horrible traffic that never seems to let up. When I parked the car in the garage and went to inspect the Ben and Jerrys from a bag in the trunk I was pleased to find that it was still solid in all of its glory. Usually, I would have gone in and requested Harry's help bringing things in from the car, but there were only a few bags, none of which were all that heavy. With two bags on each arm and one in my hand, I managed to walk in the door and set all of the bags on the kitchen table without too much trouble. Upon hearing the sound of the door closing behind me and the rustling of the grocery bags on the counter Harry called out my name from the couch.

 “Hey baby, how was shopping” He was writing an email with his computer on his lap but reached out behind the couch to grab mine. I gave it to him and ran my hand through his hair for a second before walking back to the counter to unload all of the groceries. 

“oh, it was fine. y/e/n texted me while I was there, he wanted to meet me for lunch tomorrow.” I dropped the information causally while opening and closing the cupboards in the kitchen. I must have done it well, too, because it took Harry almost a full minute to practically slam the lid of his computer down and turn 180 on the couch so that he was facing me.

 “he did what?” I shrugged, avoiding eye contact and placing the bananas in a bowl on the edge of the counter. 

“asked me to go for lunch with him tomorrow. Said he wanted to ‘explain’”

 “and what did you say?” 

“I told him yes.” He was quiet for a moment before he placed his computer on the couch cushion next to him and rose from the dark grey square he was sitting on, sauntering over to me and standing directly behind me, trapping me against the counter. What I expected to be a look of jealousy or anger was nothing but a calm and worried stare. Once my belly was pressed into the white granite of the kitchen island he came even closer and wrapped his arms around my middle, arching his back slightly to place his head on my shoulder right at the crook of my neck. I took both of my hands and placed them over his crossed arms around my stomach, not trying to pry him off, but just resting them there for some show of what he was doing. He kissed my neck once tenderly before moving his head up to be resting on top of my own.

 “are you sure that’s a good idea?” I knew what he was talking about but a part of me felt like playing the long game. 

“what do you mean?” He was patient and still while he responded, not a hint of annoyance at my unwillingness to get to the point of the matter. 

“going to lunch with him, are you sure that’s a good idea, especially after what happened the last few times you saw him.”

 “I don’t know what you mean.” He groaned by my head and flipped me around so that his arms were still around me, but now my back was pressed against the island and my hands were resting on his forearms. 

“y/n/n… at least let me come with you.” I shook my head adamantly and tightened my grip on his arms. 

“no. no, this is something I need to do by myself. I need to show him that I’m not some weak little girl he can push around anymore.” Harry brushed a stray bit of hair from my face and tilted his head down so that he could look me in the eye. 

“baby, you don’t need to prove anything to him. If anything he is the one that should be proving something to you. He practically pushed you into a nervous breakdown love, just after-“ 

“I don’t want to talk about that.” I wrenched myself out of his arms when I started to feel myself getting shaky and nervous at the mere mention of what had happened the last time I was near that man. Normally I can talk about anything with Harry. He makes me feel safe and loved, and he has never once pushed me past what he knows I feel uncomfortable with. He waits and pays attention until he knows that I can talk about something without it being scary or nerve-wracking. But this was the one thing. This was just something I didn’t talk about, hell I tried not to even think about it after it was finished. I stormed off into our bedroom knowing that he wasn’t far behind. The second I got there I couldn’t help but think about the event Harry had unknowingly brought up. I had told him once in passing what had happened that day, but I never really explained how much of an impact it had on me. I crumbled on the floor just in front of the bed and slid until my head was in my hands which were resting on my bent knees pointing towards the sky. Tears started to fall down my face and dribble all the way to my crooked elbows. I could faintly hear the distant sound of Harry's footfalls coming up the stairs and down the hallway to our room, but I was too lost to the world now to think about what that meant or do anything to change how I looked or felt. Our oak door creaked as he pushed it open, I hadn’t even latched the door closed when I came in so quickly and fell to the floor. He took one hesitant step into the room and then stopped. 

“I’m sorry” he whispered, sounding guilty, it wasn’t really his fault, I think he just wasn’t sure what happened. In Harry's mind, any time anyone cries near him or in front of him, it’s worth an apology. Maybe not one on his behalf, but on behalf of whoever hurt them. 

“it wasn’t you.” I sniffled out and kept my head in my hands, nervously running my hands through my hair in an effort to keep my frantic fidgeting at bay. He took a few more steps into the room and then slid down onto the floor next to me, careful not to touch me just in case it would make things worse.

 “Do you need me to do something?” I shook my head and tried to focus on the movements I could do, tapping my leg, cracking my knuckles, running my hand through my hair. Any little movement that I could do without actually standing up to move and alarming Harry was what I was doing.

 “Can I give you a hug?” I shook my head again. I tried not to feel bad about it, I’m sure he knew and understood why I couldn’t have a hug right now, but still, I felt a little bad for rejecting something I normally craved so much. When I’m panicking within myself so much like this, trapped within a flood of thoughts and emotions in my own mind, the feeling and even the thought of being physically trapped in someone's arms is nauseating.

 “Do you want to try taking a walk?” He had started to notice how I was not just shaking with nerves but shaking with a need, an intent.

 “no. Maybe. I don’t know” There were so many things happening in my brain all at once that I couldn’t figure out what to address first. All of the questions he proposed just added to the clutter and confusion even though he meant to help. He stopped asking me questions and just sat next to me for a minute. At first, I appreciated the silence he was giving me. It made my brain feel a little less cluttered like I had more room to figure out what thought to focus on first. That didn’t last long though. After a few minutes of scouring my thoughts to find something to start with, my own brain became a battle zone of crossing wires and half-finished arguments with myself that will never even come to fruition. My breathing picked up, as did my fidgeting. I was practically vibrating from all of my little movements and hyperventilation. I could feel the veins in my neck start to stand out from the strain of breathing, my head was pounding and the only sound I could hear was the rushing of blood in my ears. 

“y/n/n?” He turned to face me dead on when he saw my chest rising and falling faster than I could control. I was so deep in my own mind and lost in the sound of the blood rushing to my head that I didn’t hear or respond to him. He moved, still being careful not to touch me, so that he was facing me, kneeling on the carpet half a foot in front of me. He could see my skin begin to get paler and paler with the lack of oxygen staying in my body.

 “y/n you need to breathe” it went on like that for a minute. He pleaded with me to calm down, tried to count with me, name the things around us, played music, sang to me, anything he could think of to get me to even out my breaths in the hope that eventually I would calm myself down and tire myself out enough to fall asleep. But none of it worked. Half of the things he said didn’t even reach me because of how loud it was inside of my own brain, the other half just were slightly depressing attempts at distracting me for long enough to figure something else out. Finally, he gave up the natural tries.

 “I really don’t want you to pass out so I’m going to go get the meds baby.” I couldn’t speak enough to protest so I figured he must be right. I hated being medicated, but I think I would hate passing out in front of him even more, so the lesser of two evils I suppose. He got up and walked calmly to the door, but the second he was out into the hall I could hear his footsteps become more frantic. Less than two minutes later I heard his feet on the floor again as he rushed back into the room. Again I heard his feet slow the second he got into the room, not wanting to scare me any more than I already was. He kneeled a little closer to me this time, holding a small pill and a glass of water in his large hands. 

“Do you need help taking it?” I shook my head and held out a hand. He dropped the small white pill into my palm first, waiting for me to toss it into the back of my mouth before handing me the glass of cold water that I took a swig from. Once the pill was down and the glass of water had been drained I timidly held out a shaky hand while I waited for the medicine to take effect. Harry looked down at my shaking hand for a moment before taking it in his own and kissing it. He didn’t say anything, but continued to hold my hand in his much larger one until about ten minutes went by and I gave his hand three strong squeezes. 

“you good? Is it working?” I nodded

 “yeah. Yeah, it's definitely moving along” He let go of my hand in order to stand, and then once he was standing he handed me a pair of shorts and his t-shirt from his side of the bed. My hands were still a little shaky and the drug had almost taken full effect so he helped me slide my jeans and sweater off and then slide his giant shirt over my head and shoulders. Once I was dressed he held out both of his hands for me to take.

 “mmm, nope, think you’ll need to carry me.” I mumbled sleepily and looked up at him with a sheepish smile. 

“really? Worked that quick? All right then.” He crouched down to take me into his arms and did so with little effort. I slung my hands around the back of his neck and tried not to go completely limp in his arms. That was the thing I hated about the medication so much. Although it certainly calms me down enough to make the panic attack stop, it also means that it shuts down my body and brain in the process. He carefully lowered me onto the bed and helped me slide myself under our blankets. He took my glasses off of my head and folded them, placing them on the bedside table to my right. As he was about to walk away I grabbed his hand. 

“don’t go. Please.” He smiled down at me and gave my hand a few squeezes. 

“not going anywhere baby, I promise.” I reluctantly let go of his hand and he stripped himself of his remaining clothes before climbing into the bed beside me in only his boxers. Once we were side by side in the bed he pulled me into him so that I was nuzzled into his chest with his arms wrapped all the way around me. 

“he really fucked me up, huh.” He gave an airy laugh into my head that was sadder than anything else.

 “eh, maybe a little. Are you going to tell me why?” I waited a minute and listened to his heartbeat under my head, considering my options before spilling all my tales of woe. I could just stay silent, close my eyes and pretend that I had fallen asleep. Or I could change the subject ask him what he did today, but I doubt he would fall for that one. Or I suppose I could just tell him the truth. Maybe that was just the medication talking but for some reason that seemed like the decision I was leaning towards.

 “Soph?” 

“hmm?” I hummed into his chest, still considering my options carefully.

 “are you going to tell me what happened with him?” I sighed. The third option it is. 

“yeah, yeah, just don’t know where to start really. I guess it started when we first got together, I just never noticed how sad I was until he left. I guess a part of me always knew that what he was doing wasn't right, I just couldn't do anything about it. Until I started talking with y/bff/n again and realized how much of an idiot I had been to let him convince me that everything he did was my fault. I held some weird reverence for him even when he let me down time after time.” Harry started to run a hand through my hair. I felt weirdly distant from the story that at any other moment would have sent me spiraling into a panic attack, the joys of antidepressants I suppose. 

“once I realized how fucked up it all was I tried to confront him about it. Not just him and how horrible he was, how much pain he caused me, but just how this one person managed to create some irreparable rift inside myself to the point where I was practically doing his work for him. When I decided to leave him I hadn't told anyone.Not that I didn't want to, just that I felt it had to be my decision, I had to be the one to leave, to take something from him for once. The first thing he did was refuse to leave. He said that I was being too tough and that he would never do things like that. I tried to explain how I had been feeling, I thought that maybe the part of him I had fallen in love with so long ago would understand. And then suddenly I couldn't breathe. Not because he had touched me but because he had gotten so, so close to it. I don't know what stopped him that night but I didn't care. Eventually he put his hand back down to his side. He slept on the couch but I was so shocked I didn't even think to call the police, or my mom, or anyone, I just went to bed. The next morning was strangely calm, I spent as little time with him as I possibly could, and then just before he left he started talking some shit in the kitchen within earshot of me and I sort of lost it.”  He stayed quiet through my story, every once in a while moving his large hands to rub some other part of me, but just staying calm and still like he was afraid any movement would scare me off.

 “I don’t remember everything that was said, but I do remember that I was crying, my hands were shaking, he was laughing at me, I called him an asshole to his face about three times, by the end of it I was shaking with what I thought at first was rage. But it wasn’t.” He spoke for the first time, 

“it was a panic attack.” I nodded into his warm chest and took a deep breath to remind myself that I could. 

“yeah. It wasn’t my first ever, but I hadn’t really thought it was in issue yet. So basically he ended up causing me to go into a manic state that I had no one to help me with and then he left. We didn’t talk again except for that note he left in the kitchen. Not until a few months later. He showed up at my college graduation which I was terrified of as it was, and effectively told me that it was my fault he left. I blamed myself for all of that anyway so him telling me that in my mind just solidified it.”

 “you know that wasn’t-“ 

“I know, I know, but I was young and terrified and upset. I was dealing with OCD and Anxiety, and ADHD all on my own without anyone to help me, I was newly on my own, I didn’t have a boyfriend, I had maybe one or two close friends, I was barely speaking to my family, so I believed him because I didn’t know what else to do.” 

“Then why would you go tomorrow? Why would you put yourself through that pain? When he has already hurt you just from the memory?” He was trying very hard not to sound upset, I could tell, but his words showed it anyways. I took a hand and stroked his arm while I explained to him.

 “ I need to prove to myself that I’m not that person anymore. I need to show him that he’s in the wrong, or maybe make some peace with what happened.” He was quiet for another moment until he took my hand in his. 

“Then at least let me come with you.” 

“No. This is something I have to do by myself. I love you and I am so happy that I have someone like you to support me like this, but I need to learn how to be strong for myself sometimes. Besides, I made the lunch close enough to soundcheck that if anything happens I can just make the excuse that I need to get to work and I can leave and go straight to you.”

 “I'm just worried.”

 “I know. So am I. But I promise I will keep my phone on and I will text you every chance I get and then when I leave I will go straight to sound check so I can see you and the boys. I’ll be okay.” 

“you promise?” 

“promise” We were both silent for a few more minutes until my breathing evened out and slowed, my eyes closing from the toll of a panic attack and heavy medication. As I started to fall asleep with his heartbeat in my ears and my arms wrapped around him I heard his sleepy voice murmur in my ear. 

With the amount of extra work I had to put in so that everything was perfect, not to mention the amount of work I was helping everyone else with and my regular jobs on tour, I was starting to go crazy. The boys had noticed how busy I was a few days before we got to Milan. While they were all enjoying themselves like usual on the bus I was working the entire time. It wasn't too bad just yet though, I was still sure everything would be fine, I wasn't too stressed or concerned, more just busy with all of the different things I was trying to arrange. That all changed once we actually made it to Milan and had three days to set up for the filming of the show. My general busyness turned into sleepless nights staying up working and days full of more work and more stress. By the time we had gotten to the day before the concert, almost everything was set up, but I had barely slept in two days and had only eaten a muffin with my coffee this morning. The stress of it all was starting to get to me and suddenly even the large amount of caffeine I was drinking couldn't keep the raging migraine I felt at bay. I was chewing on my cheek in pain while everyone walked around the venue casually. There were no rehearsals or interviews or anything today, we all agreed that it would be better just to have the day “off” and hang out at the venue, fixing anything we needed to and living for the moment in the calm before the storm. Even though there was no real work to do I still was walking all around the venue through my migraine, looking around and triple checking every bit of equipment I found on my walk. Harry jogged up from behind me and snaked his arms around my waist, placing his head on my shoulder as I rubbed my head. 

“You all right love? I can feel the stress coming off of you.” I moved my hands to be on his and turned around so that my face was in his chest.

 “Stress? What stress?” He laughed and kissed the top of my head before holding me out at arm's length and taking my hand. He could see clearly in my face that I was in pain and his eyebrows knit tightly together. 

“How about you and I go to the bus and take a quick nap, huh? You look like you could use it.” 

“I don't know Haz, there's a lot I have to check and make sure-” he stopped me by pulling me along by the hand towards the bus. 

“Haz really, I don't think-” He stopped pulling me as we entered the part of the venue where our bus is parked and turned around to look at me. He took both of my hands in his again. 

“y/n, look at me. You've done great, you have already triple-checked everything and it's all going to go amazingly, now I can see by the look in your eyes you haven't slept and you probably have a raging migraine so just let me take care of you for once yeah?” I sighed but let him lead me onto the bus. He was right, I had checked everything dozens of times and I did have a migraine. I sat down on the couch in the main part of the bus and Haz went to get me a glass of water and some painkillers. By the time he got back to me with both in hand, I felt like my head was about to explode. All the stress and exhaustion and pain of the past week finally got to me. Seconds after I took the pills I let out a tear. 

“Hey, hey, what's wrong?” I started blubbering like a baby into his chest. 

“My head hurts, and I'm tired, and I'm stressed, and there is so much to do and-” I went on and on for a few minutes before I finally calmed down. I wasn't crying anymore, though I had practically thrown myself into Harry. My head still hurt horribly, the painkillers hadn't even made a dent. 

“What can I do love?” he asked me softly and stroked my hair. I shrugged into him. 

“I'm so tired Haz, but I can't sleep because my damn head hurts so bad.” he continued to run his hands through my hair and then he moved so that we were laying down on the couch, I was curled into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me, placing kisses on my forehead. He kept on stroking my hair for about an hour but still, I couldn't fall asleep because of how much my head hurt. I was crying again now, not dramatically like before, just a constant stream of silent tears because I was so tired and my head hurt so much. Finally, Harry decided to do his last-ditch effort at helping me go to sleep. He took off his shirt so that my face was now flush against his chest, he placed my weighted blanket over the two of us, had one hand rubbing my back, the other stroking my hair, and then he began to sing. It wasn't something I had heard before. Might have just been something he was making up on the spot. I couldn't tell you what the words were but it had a sweet soft melody. It still took a little bit of that for me to fall asleep but when I did he could feel the tension leave my body and my breaths slow. He still didn't stop stroking my hair or singing, he kept going just in case it would wake me if he stopped. 

When the boys walked in an hour later to grab some things from the bus Harry frantically waved one hand at them, trying to get them off the bus. Finally, one of them saw me asleep under the big blanket, clinging to Harry's bare chest, and told the others to shut up. 

“Took me nearly three full hours to get her to sleep!” Harry whispered to them as they all sat down on the couch opposite us. 

“Jesus mate what was she on, cocaine?” Louis laughed and a few of the other boys along with him.

 “Oi! She's been working her adorable little ass off so that everything goes good for our dumb asses tomorrow night.” Harry said louder than he meant to and then when I stirred a little though not waking up he hummed a little of the song from before.

 “Just behave now, would you? At least until tomorrow night?” they all nodded at him.