I walked off the tarmac nervously. Spending another two weeks with the man I loved wasn't supposed to make me this nervous. But with the events planned for me, like meeting his mother, going to his shows, being cooped up with the boys, I felt like I was justified. I picked at my fingernails as I stood on the escalator. I was looking for the man that was to drive me to the hotel I'd meet Harry in. At least, I thought I was meeting him at the hotel. I sighed heavily when I saw the driver I was supposed to meet. As he greeted me, I thought to myself: here we go.
I followed Dale, Harry's security man down a long hall. I was wrong. I wasn't meeting Harry at the hotel. I went straight to the venue they were playing in that night. It was huge. I couldn't believe it. I smiled to myself as I thought of what the place would look like when the show started. Thousands of people, screaming, excited to see the boys. I was proud of them. Granted, I'd not been with Harry for long; I didn't know what it was like before they were playing stadiums. But the fact that he got to do it, made me proud. He was a good man, as were his friends, they deserved every bit that they got.
"OKay, here we are." Dale smiled back at me. I nodded and waited for him to open the door. Dale laughed for a moment, "He's probably still asking everyone how he looks. Been doing it all morning." I giggled quietly. Harry could be such a fool. Dale opened the door and stepped inside the room. He held his hand out, telling me to stay where I was for a moment. I choked on a laugh as I heard Harry asking how he looked.
"Harry, you look fine." Liam chuckled.
"Hi Dale!" Niall shouted.
"Dale! What's up?" Harry asked louder than Niall. Dale didn't say a word. "Where's Enola?" Harry sounded worried.
"Who?" Dale asked like he genuinely had no idea. I tried my hardest to be silent as I hid behind the big man.
"That's not funny, Dale." Harry grunted.
"Ohhhh, you mean your girlfriend?" Dale inquired. Harry didn't make an audible response. "Dude I don't know. She's your girlfriend."
"DAAAAALE!" Harry whined loudly. I sighed heavily and pushed Dale out of my way. I stood before Harry with amused eyes. Harry beamed at me, "BABY!"
"Hello love." I smiled politely at him. HE rushed across the room and hugged me. I happily wrapped my arms around his waist as his went around my shoulders. I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his cologne. I felt a sense of relief as I kissed his shoulder gently. He pressed his lips to my temple firmly. "I'm happy to see you." I murmured against his shirt. His hands slid down my back in a soothing manner. I felt a fire start in my body.
"I'm thrilled you're here." Harry whispered, brushing his lips against my ear. I bit my lip gently and slid my hands up Harry's back. I pulled away from him slightly, just to look into his brilliant green eyes. Harry grinned widely and pressed his forehead to mine. After another moment, we parted. Everyone looked at us like we were strange.
"You're not going to kiss her?" Liam asked Harry with a dumbfounded face.
Harry shook his head, "Nope."
"Why not? You've been crying about wanting to kiss her since we got you back from Italy. Now she's here and you're not going to?" Dale seemed shocked as well.
Harry shrugged, "It's not a good idea."
"Why the hell not?" Paul threw his arms in the air. I blushed and bit down on my bottom lip, staring up at Harry's flawless face.
"It's just really not." Harry chuckled seeing my expression. I leaned into him, burying my face in his chest. HE kissed the top of my head lightly.
"Oh gross." Zayn blurted. The rest of the men in the room caught on after just another moment.
"Yeah, no kissing." Paul instructed. Harry hugged me closer to him as we both started to laugh. I lifted my head from Harry's chest.
"Hi boys. Paul." I smiled at the rest of the people in the room. "Where's Louis?" I asked looking up at Harry.
"Right here." Louis smiled warmly at me as he entered the room. A pretty brunette was hanging on his arm.
"Hi, Louis." I greeted him kindly. "Friend of Louis." I smiled at the tall girl with flowing brown hair.
"Hello. I'm Eleanor." She said holding her hand out to me.
I took her hand gently, "Enola."
"I'm well aware. Harry hasn't shut up about you. And how much I'm going to like you." Eleanor giggled. I looked up at a blushing Harry. Everyone in the room was trying not to laugh.
"What?" Harry shrieked. "You're a very likable person!" I laughed and hugged him tighter. Both of his arms were wrapped around me in an instant once more.
"I love you too." I whispered trying to make him feel better.