Justice snapped pictures as the boys got ready to go on stage, Harry was shirtless and practicing his solos while the rest of the boys worked on harmonies and buttoned up their shits. They were starting to get restless as the end of the tour approached, in just two short weeks they would be on a break for completing the tour. Louis was looking forward to seeing his girlfriend, Eleanor, and Liam couldn’t wait to spend time with Danielle. It seemed like life was trying to catch up with them and Justice wasn’t sure where that put her.

After talking to Harry on the roof, it was defined that she was his, for the moment. However, she didn’t know what that meant. Did it mean she was his tour girl or was she his girlfriend? She wasn’t sure and was too scared to ask, but by the end of the tour she would have to find out.

“So, Justice,” Louis started after the boys finished their practice. “You coming out with us tonight?”

“I don’t know,” she replied looking over to Harry to see what his reaction would be.

Dropping an arm around her shoulders, he pressed his lips to her cheek. “You should.”

She couldn’t say no to that, not when she could feel his breath against her skin or the warmth of his skin through her plaid button up. He swallowed her up in his aura and all she wanted to do was kiss him, but it wasn’t the time or place. Nodding she agreed to go out with them after the show. It would be a night out in Vegas and as the saying goes, ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’.

Before the opening act went on, Justice talked the boys into doing something a little crazy. She got them all on the catwalks above the crowd and as they looked down at the fans, she caught the moment in film. It was touching that they all had leaned over the rails to get a good look at the number of people that were there, the smiles on their faces were a clear reflection of the feeling in the room. For that moment, everyone was happy and the room was warm and caring. Everyone was there to see a good show, and the boys put on one of the best.

Covered in sweat, Justice walked back to the hotel with Harry, their hands laced together. Louis teased from a few steps behind, making kissing noises and Liam simply smacked him over the head. Justice laughed as the boy lectured Louis, going on about it being rude and disrespectful and ‘you wouldn’t like him doing that to you and Eleanor’.

“Oh, lighten up Liam,” Louis shouted, “I’m just teasing the lad and they don’t seem to mind.”

“Really Louis, just leave them be, they don’t need you messing in their business,” Liam stated calmly as he pulled the boy away from them. “It’s just rude.”

“I’m not rude,” Louis protested, twisting to give Liam a harsh look. “If anything I’m just a bit cheeky.”

“Mind if I get ready in your room?” Harry asked as he leaned towards her. “Get a break from Louis’ teasing.”

“Yeah that’s fine,” she replied, a smile forming on her lips.

“Cool, I’ve just got to stop by my room to grab a couple things,” he said as they reached the hallway to the rooms. “Be there in a minute.”

Justice smiled and went into her room, the door clicked behind her to alert her that it was locked. Going through her suitcase, she pulled out a simple navy blue skirt and a white short sleeve button up. It was cute, so she decided to go with it. As she zipped up her suitcase, a knock came from the door. Harry stood with a bag in one hand, and smiled as she let him in.

“I’m gonna grab a shower,” she said as he dropped the bag on the bed.

“Is that an invitation?” A smirk crossed his full lips as a playful light danced in his eyes.

“No!”

“Shame,” he murmured, his eyes falling to his bag as he pulled out a few items.

Biting her lip, she couldn’t help but remember the day they had met. Then he took off his shirt, and the words escaped her mouth as she took in his toned abs, “Complete and total shame.”

His eyes snapped to her as she leaned against the door frame, a devilish look crossed his face as he moved towards her. The shirt he had just taken off, slipped through his fingers and pooled on the floor as he reached out. Rough fingertips grazed her skin as he closed the distance and pressed his lips to hers. Pulling him closer, she returned the demanding kiss and got lost in the warmth of his skin. As her fingers knotted in his hair, he pulled one of her legs up to hook on his hip.

“I want more than the moment,” he murmured as his forehead rested against hers, their noses touching.

“What?” she asked, breathless.

“On the roof the other night, I said you were mine for the moment,” he said as his fingers brushed her hair behind her shoulder. “But I want you for more than a moment.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he replied pulling away. “Go take your shower, I’ll grab one when you’re done.”


The club at the hotel pulsed with energy as Justice and the boys danced. Drinks were coming in rounds every so often and she was already a bit tipsy. She couldn’t remember the last time she drank that much. By the order of security, they weren’t allowed to leave the hotel, but when the hotel had a club, casino and pool where would they need to go. After three hours of dancing and drinking though, no one was making good decisions. At midnight, Justice blacked out, her memory becoming nothing but a dark hazy mass of swirling lights and shiny objects. When morning came she would regret a few things, but she knew that from the first drink.