Alison was sitting in the dressing room of the arena in Stockholm. Everyone else was busy around her because it was only 20 minutes till the boys had to be on stage. Louis and Zayn were still missing and the arena's security was trying to find them while their tour manager was going crazy.

"Stop worrying! They're just trying to piss you off. They'll come here eventually," Niall tried to assure him. Lou was fixing Liam's hair and when she was ready she moved on to Harry.

"Don't touch my hair!" he jumped off his seat when Lou was going to put some gel on it.

"Harry I just want to try something new. You'll like it I promise," she tried to convince him but he shook his head.

"My hair is just fine."

Harry turned his back towards Lou and was about to go sit on the coach but Lou quickly pulled him to sit back on the high chair. She put her hands in his hair and messed it around his head before Harry had time to do anything. When he finally got his ability to move back he grabbed her hands in his and stopped what she was doing.

"You absolutely-"

"Stop it now!" Liam cut him off looking like he had had enough. He had been moody all day and no one really knew why. Harry gave Lou a death glare while she was smirking from ear to ear. He went in front of the mirror to fix his hair while Lou moved on to Niall who wanted her to do his hair.

Alison had been watching them from the corner of her eye while she was on the phone with Brianna. Her best friend had had a fight about what colour they'd paint their living room walls with her boyfriend Daniel and she was now crying about it to Alison. She tried her best to be sympathetic even though she thought the fight was pointless. Also she couldn't help but steal glances at Harry who looked like he was deep in thought. He had a frown between his brows and he was pinching his bottom lip with his fingers while he leaned against the wall now and stared on the floor.

"Ten minutes!" their tour manager yelled from the door which got Harry to move. He quickly pulled his shirt off and Alison couldn't help but stare at him without shame. He picked an other shirt from his bag pulling it over his head.

"Alison, are you listening to me at all?" she heard Brianna's high pitched voice and she teared her eyes off of Harry.

"Yeah but I better get off. The gig is starting in ten minutes," she told her.

After ending the call with Brianna she quickly made her way in the loo. She locked the door carefully and then leaned her hands against the sink staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her face looked really pale and she quickly picked her powder from her purse to put even some colour on her skin.

She jumped and dropped her powder on the floor when someone knocked the door. It smashed into million pieces and she cursed.

"Just a second!" she yelled and picked up the small box then throwing it in the bin.

She opened the door and squeaked in surprise when Harry pushed her back inside the loo and locked the door. He placed his arms around her and pulled her closer catching her lips to an open mouthed kiss. She put her palms on his chest kissing him back but after a while they had to stop to get some air. She laughed at his eagerness but when he slipped his tongue inside her mouth she whimpered and twisted the old Rolling Stones shirt he was wearing. His hands found the back of her thighs and he lifted her up to get better access to her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall behind her when he moved his mouth against the skin under her ear.

"You should be on stage," she whispered.

"I'm real quick," he mumbled making her chuckle. She thought he was just joking but then he opened the zipper of her jeans with his other hand in one quick movement.

"Harry no. We don't have time seriously," she said but he didn't listen to her. He picked a condom packet from the back pocket of his jeans and put it between his teeth. Then he picked her up again so she didn't have another choice but to cross her ankles so she wouldn't fall. He settled her on the sink taking the foil packet from his mouth and then kissing her on the lips.

"I'm not going to make it through the gig if you leave me wanting you like this," he murmured into her ear then nipping her lobe with his teeth. Her eyes lulled and her mind felt dizzy so she pulled him closer by his belt and crashed her lips to his again.

She opened his belt and then his jeans quickly pulling them down and leaving him in his boxers. He circled his thumb through her knickers and she sighed into his mouth.

"Okay," she panted. "We need to be fast," she said and pulled her knickers and jeans down. She took the condom from his hand and ripped it open while he took his boxers off. She rolled the condom carefully on him and he took her face on his hands to get her to look at him.

"You ready?" he breathed and she nodded weakly under his intense gaze. He quickly guided himself inside her gripping the sink with his other hand and groaning loudly. Her jaw hang open and she digged her nails on his back. He started to move and found a steady rhythm quickly while struggling to keep his eyes open. He already felt like he was losing it but he wanted to make sure she felt the same.

"Does it feel okay?" he asked panting. "Okay? Feels amazing Harry," she moaned and then caught his lips in a kiss. She twisted his curls in her hands making him groan even louder and she felt him twisting inside her. His pace started to slow down and she could see how much he struggled not to let go yet.

"Harry, you should be on stage already," she whispered. He moved his lips on her jaw and then sucked her neck while his other hand sneaked under her shirt and grabbed her breast. She whimpered when he massaged it gently and her eyes lulled closed.

"Are you close?" he asked while studying her face. She shook her head but grabbed his face on her hands and leaned her forehead against his.

"No but it's okay. Just let go," she told him. She could see he considered it for a while but she kissed his mouth nipping his bottom lip with her teeth and pulling his hair with her hands to get him over the edge. He groaned into her mouth and his pace slowed down his thrusts becoming sloppy. He couldn't stop moaning her name into her mouth and even though she didn't come she felt amazingly alive.

Finally his thrusts came to a halt and he leaned his forehead on hers his eyes closed. She stared at his parted lips as he still struggled to keep his panting down.

"You didn't come," he said.

"Harry it's okay. You still felt amazing and you really should go now," her words make him move. He pulled out of her and threw the condom in the bin. She fixed her jeans while watching his doings. Harry zipped his jeans and thightened his belt before looking at the mirror. He tried to fix his unruly hair and she smiled when he got frustrated.

"Let me," she said hopping of the sink which was a bad idea because her legs felt weak. She almost stumbled on the ground but he grabbed her by her waist so she wouldn't make contact with the hard floor. He smirked at her and for a moment they stopped just to stare at each other.

"You were great," he said while hovering his lips on hers.

"Just great?"

"Okay I'd say amazing," he sighed. She smiled and stole a quick kiss from him before pushing him away.

"You really need to go," she told him while fixing his hair with her hands.

"I'll make this up to you later," he promised and she shook her head smiling.

"Room number 264 and tell the receptionist the name Morgan," he grinned.

"How original," she said. She slapped his ass telling him he needed to go now and he tried to look offended.

"I'll be on the front row," she winked at him and he tried to kiss her one last time but she shoved him out of the loo and then closed the door in front of his face. She heard him whining behind the door but she just ignored him and told him to be good and go on stage. After he left she went in front of the mirror and was met with a widely smiling girl and she wondered how long it would be like that.

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