Harry's Perspective.
It had been a long day. The bus had arrived in town this morning. While it was unloaded, we were ferried around to different radio shows and photo opportunities. We visited a children's cancer ward today. I know we're public figures and all. There is a responsibility that comes with the price of fame, but fuck, I'm still a kid myself. I can't handle that. The children were so happy to see us, but we're nothing special. We're immature, rich partiers. Our singing will never cure cancer. We're fucking celebrities; we're totally worthless.
After that, we arrived at the Performing Arts Center to run into Lexie, the rest stop girl. She must've had a long day as well if she was here this morning for load-in. Her first text had come at six this morning. She hadn't had a bus driver to finish her drive yesterday either. There are so many weird things about that. How did she get work so fast? It gave me a headache just thinking about it. It was so weird and awkward seeing her. It was also kind of exciting. She really wasn't all that pretty, but the sex had been fantastic. It could have been the excitement of being with a complete stranger, but it was of best-sex-ever level. And she did have a lot of cute things about her. She was so short and spunky. The boys gave me such shit for not mentioning her. When I'd gotten back to the bus, they were pissed that I'd kept them waiting. I had planned on bragging about banging the rest stop girl later when they were less annoyed, but now that they'd met her, I thought it'd be better to keep that between us. When I'd confronted her, she had stayed really cool. No screaming, no hysterics. For a very sticky situation, it had resolved pretty well. Still, it'd be good to lay low. I didn't want to lead her on with the thought that there was any chance of my being interested in her.

Text from Harry: Thinking of me?
Text from Lexie: God, yes. I was just about to get in the shower and think of you even more.
Text from Harry: Tell me about it, Beauty. I want to get in the shower and share that thought with you.
Text from Lexie: If I scrub really, really hard, maybe I won't have to deal with Harry's Herpes.
Text from Harry: Har. Har. Please, I bet you've already googled me.
Text from Lexie: It's crossed my mind, but shockingly, no, not yet. I've had a lot on my mind. That whole unemployed thing is a bit of a bummer.
Text from Harry: I'm pretty sure it's impossible to have a professional acquaintance with someone who doesn't have a profession.
Text from Lexie: I worked there for years while at university. I'm just temping for someone out on vacation. Your concert is kind of a big event. They want it to be well taken care of.
Text from Harry: See, they think you're good at taking care of things. So why don't you come over to our hotel and take care of me.
Text from Lexie: It's bed time! We have to be at the PAC early tomorrow.
Text from Harry: You already sound like our last babysitter. Come on, the night is young. It could help take your mind off things.
Text from Lexie: Last baby sitter? Dear God, did I commit statutory? And no, I need all the work I can get right now, but thank you.
Text from Harry: I am a big boy of eighteen tyvm! Our silly manager is always hiring babysitters for us. Doesn't think we're responsible enough. They always end up being such tight ass bitter bitches. Luckily he hasn't found one for us in the states yet.
Text from Lexie: Nice alliteration. I take it you prefer more of a... positive reinforcement style.
Text from Harry: My 'interest' is 'piqued.' What do you have in mind?
Text from Lexie: Maybe if you were a good boy, you'd find out.
Text from Harry: Come play with me. The boys and I are going to have a party in the suite tonight.
Text from Lexie: Maybe some other time. Have a good night Harry. And be careful- you do have to be up early.
Text from Harry: Beauty, I think you'd make a good babysitter for us.

Harry didn't know why he had suggested it. He wasn't sure he wanted her around at all, much less more. Things were weird now. She had realized it to. She hadn't responded immediately back like his other texts.

Text from Lexie: Yea, maybe.

Lexie wasn't sure what she thought of that. They hardly knew each other. She wasn't sure she'd want to stay on a tour bus with a guy she had slept with for the next several months. On the other hand, she was already in the same town as her ex and that was just like waiting for the explosion to happen.

Text from Harry: Stop worrying. Things will work out. Focus on more important things. Like describing in detail what you do in showers. Do you like it hot?
Text from Lexie: And wet.
Text from Harry: Go on.
Text from Lexie: Goodnight Harry. And thank you.
Text from Harry: Sweet dreams, love. You're missing a wild party.

He called her love. She knew it was a British thing....but her internals starting squeeing anyways. It was just so exciting to be wanted. And he even had a pet name for her and...Lexie strangled her inner boy-crazy girl and tried to fall asleep without such silly thoughts dancing on her head. Still, her lips were definitely curled into a smile as she slept.