The room was cool, with the balcony door wide open as the fresh air from the town below filtered into the room. Glasgow was warm, and the sun was blinding through the space between the doorframes, the rays hitting where your ankles were crossed at the end of the bed. Your eyes were closed shut; the air conditioner for the room was angled down to face you with cool air blowing at your skin. Louis was snoring in the other double bed of the suite, laying on his bare front with his arms folded under the pillow his head was resting on, his t-shirt thrown down by his suitcase. Your fiancé was down at the shop on the corner of the street getting a carton of milk and some tea bags as Louis had moaned about forgetting his own back home in London; Harry had also promised you he’d by you some chocolate to munch on for the afternoon whilst they were getting ready for the first show of the one month promotional tour.
You could hear Niall’s bellowing laugh come from the balcony beside yours, followed by Sophia’s giggle and an annoyed groan from Liam, along with a clink of the necks of beer bottles they were holding, that were situated in the mini-bar of each suite. You had an invite to go and sit with them whilst Harry went to the shop, but you chose to stay and relax in the room before going out into the heat later on in the evening for the first show. Squeals and cries of joy were heard from down by the pool area, along with the faint sound of camera clicks and yelling.
Harry was back.
“Jesus, they can be so fuckin’ loud sometimes” Louis grumbled, as he rolled onto his back and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes to rub the excess sleep from within his lids. “I’m talking about Niall, not the fans down there by the pool” He chuckled deeply, as he propped himself up on his elbows.
“Hi, sleepy head. You sleep okay?” You laughed, rolling onto your side facing your best friend. He let out a dramatic yawn before kicking his legs over the edge of the bed, and reaching for his t-shirt, sliding it over his torso and letting it hang loosely down his body. “Harry’s back, by the way. Just in time, I guess” You giggled, as he stood from the bed and walked over to the open doors to the balcony.
“He is being proper mobbed down there. Where the hell is Preston? Or Paul for that matter? Someone needed to be down there…” Louis muttered, as his eyes cast over the crowd of girls pulling and tugging at your fiancé. “Give Paul a ring, love… Someone needs to go do- Oh no, don’t worry. He’s legging it towards the doors” Louis laughed, as the screams got louder and cries were heard. You’d grown accustomed to sharing your fiancé with his fans over the 5 years, and to be honest, you didn’t mind at all. They’d gotten the 4 boys to where they are in life and without them; their dream wouldn’t have been made. So they were to thank, and you couldn’t dislike them for that. “Right, he’s obviously on his way up now. Keep a listen out for the door…” Louis smiled, as he pulled out a white plastic chair from under the table on the balcony and sat down in it.
“What time do you guys have to be at the arena for?” You wondered, reaching over for your phone and unlocking it. Messages coming through from an hour ago from family members and Sophia wondering if you were going over to the next room.
“I think Paul said we need to be ready for 5, so we can leave for the arena at around quarter past. We go on at half past 8 but we need to be there for practice backstage and stuff” Louis muttered, as he kicked his legs up and crossing his ankles on the wall of the balcony. The shorts on his legs rose up as he did so, his eyes squinted shut as he tilted his head back against the seat of the chair and puffed out a breath.
A knock sounded around the suite, your legs kicking up and your feet touching the plush carpet beneath you as you ran towards the door. Your fingers curled around the handle as you pushed it down and pulled the door open, revealing a handsomely dressed Harry standing in the doorway with 2 bags hanging off his arms. His hair was slightly dishevelled and the sleeves of his navy button down*** were rolled up to his elbows and his forehead was painted with a thin layer of sweat. You could tell the jeans were sticking to his thighs with sweat, and his boots were tattered and wanting to come off.
“Hey, darlin’. I have tea, milk, chocolate and break because I know you like toast in the morning… I also brought a pot of Nutella which I thought we could take with us wherever we go. We can just eat it on the tour bus on the way to the next venue” He smiled, as you moved to the side to let him walk into the cool suite. The air completely different from the Glasgow air outside the hotel. He dropped the bag on the bed, the contents spilling out as he manoeuvred around the bed and out onto the balcony. “Come sit outside here with me, babe. Then I must got for a shower and wash this sweat off. It’s muggy out there…” He muttered, as he patted his thighs and grinned when you made your way over to him. You placed an arm around his shoulders, lowering yourself down to sit on his lap as Louis stood from the plastic chair he was in.
“You want a beer, mate?” He wondered, as he walked over to the mini-fridge in the suite, pulling it open and letting the chilled air hit his legs. Harry nodded and placed a hand around your waist and letting it rest on your thigh, his thumb drawing soft patterns into your bare skin.
* *
“Babe, you look fit!” Sophia laughed, as she cupped your elbows in her hands, a laugh leaving your lips as she looked you up and down. “Seriously… Where have these legs come from, huh?” She signalled down to the shorts*** on your legs, showing of the majority of the flesh. She smirked as she reached your face, an amused look on her features as she watched your cheeks flush and your hands went to cover your face up to save yourself from embarrassment. “I really like this shirt***, (Y/N)… Jesus, Harry is a lucky lad…” Sophia grinned, as Liam sided up to her.
“You look fabulous, love. Where is that fiancé of yours, hmm? He’s late” Liam***chuckled, as Louis smirked from behind him and gave you a wink. Your face flushed even more as Liam raised an eyebrow and placed a hand to your shoulder. “Are you feeling alright, love? You seem hot and bothered…” He chuckled, as you shook your head and giggled softly.
“Harry and (Y/N) here had a bit of a hot and steamy shower session before we came out. He’s still getting ready in the suite. Blame her…” Louis*** laughed, as he watched you fall into the leather seat of the reception area. Squeals and shouts were heard from outside the automatic doors as the fans gathered around to catch a glimpse of the lads before they went off to the show. “They were quite loud, ya’know? And I’ve never heard a bang go off before in the middle of sex…” He teased, as he took a seat beside you and squeezed your knee softly. You gave his thigh a smack as he curled up giggling in the chair, rubbing at the sore spot where your hand came into contact with his denim-covered thigh.
“For your information, it wasn’t a bad thing. He slipped…” You mumbled, twiddling your fingers and trying not to giggle at the thought. He was stood under the running water, his hand was running down your hip and he placed it at the top of your bum, with his thumb massaging at the top of your thighs. His other hand was reaching up for the shower gel he’d placed on the higher shelf of the shower cubicle. “We weren’t even doing it when he slipped anyway… He was reaching for his shower gel, and his foot kind of slipped and he fell and just started laughing” You giggled, watching as his figure emerged from between the doors of the lift.
“There’s the man of the conversation! How are you feeling after your tumble, mate?” Niall*** laughed, clapping his mate on the back as Harry’s eyes widened and he immediately looked to your giggling figure in the leather seat. He wanted to angry at you for telling them your antics in the shower, but watching as you curled up and laughed made his chest tighten and his heart double in size. Your laugh was like music to his ears, and it would always wash away the angers and upsets of the day. “You seemed to limping slightly, mate. You’re able to perform yeah?” Niall teased, nudging back as Harry pushed at his shoulders and rolled his eyes.
“You cheeky thing, you. That was between me and you” Harry chuckled, as his fingers tightened the bun at the top of his head. His hair was still damp and the strands by his ears were still dripping water droplets onto his shirt. “You look beautiful, by the way. My favourite lady” He grinned, as he held his hands out for you to take. His fingers were littered with the various rings he couldn’t go out not wearing.
“You look much cooler in that shirt now. Not so sweaty. I like it” You giggled, as you looked his outfit*** up and down. You had a thing for his legs, like every fan had a thing for his legs. When he pulled out his shorts on a hot day, it made you weak at the knees. He was finally able to let his legs breathe, and not walk around all stuffy and sweaty in his black jeans. “I like these on you, you know? Makes me weak at the knees, mister Styles” You whispered, as you wrapped your arms around his waist and trailed your hands to the top of his bum. You gave his jawline a quick kiss before pulling away from his body and picking your bag back up.
“Do we have Styles now?” Paul wondered as he emerged round the corner of the reception, his face lighting up as he saw Harry standing there with his hand up, waving at him. “Right, do you lads have everything you need for tonight, yes? Because once we get on the road to the arena, we won’t be coming back…” He stated, as Harry looked to you with panic in his eyes. The lads gathered around Paul and they were soon escorted from the reception building to the black car waiting outside for them.
“Did you pack a jumper for later? You’re going to get cold, baby…” He worried, as you rolled your eyes and pulled one of his jackets from your bag. “Hey, that’s my Packers one… Who told you you could take that?” He winked, as he threw an arm around your shoulder, and pulled you into his side. “Ready to go then? Yeah?” He muttered against your head as he pressed his lips to your hairline.
“Let’s go and watch you rock out, Styles…”
* *
“(Y/N)! Oh my goodness, I haven’t seen you in forever! My god, give me a hug!” Lou cried out, as she dropped her hair essentials and ran across the room to you. Her arms open wide as she engulfed you in a tight hug. She smelt very strongly of her perfume and hair spray yet it was a smell you could never get rid of. It was there. Yet it was a lovely smell in some ways. It was like her natural aroma, and people had grown accustomed to it. “God, you need to come on tour more often. Lux misses you all the time!” She laughed, pulling away from you as she looked over her shoulder.
“I miss my little tour buddy. Harry’s always saying over Skype that she misses me” You giggled, the feeling of Harry’s grip tightening made you look his way. He gave you a grin, before ducking his head down to kiss your cheek before he bumbled off to where Lux was sitting on her playmat with Lottie. “How has she been, bless her? She’s grown up so much. God, it’s been what? A year since I saw her?” You gasped, your eyes casting to where Harry was lifting the small toddler up into his arms.
“Roughly a year, yeah! But enough about Lux… You and Harry, eh? Congratulations, you two!” Lou grinned, as she placed an arm on your shoulder as Lottie came trotting over and sat on the leather sofa by the two of you. “You need to tell us exactly how he proposed, love. My god, did he do it romantically?” Lou grinned; you sat beside Lottie on the sofa and threw a one of your legs over your other leg. Your entwined fingers sat in your lap as she walked back to her little desk area beside you. “Harry! Let’s have you first! Sort this bun out…” She laughed, as Harry waltzed over with Lux in his arms.
“Look Lux, who’s that? Huh? Is that(Y/N)?” Harry laughed, as she reached her hands out for you, squealing happily as you took her into your arms a set her on your lap. “What are you lovely ladies chatting about then?” He wondered, his face scrunching as Lou took the band from his hair. The strands curled and fluffy from being put up when wet.
“Your soon-to-be wife is going to tell us how you proposed!” Lottie grinned, as she looked up from her phone, a genuinely soft smile on her lips as she twisted her body to face. “Now spill! I want the details…”
You looked down at the toddler sat in your lap as she twisted the diamond encrusted ring on your finger, your lips curving into a smile when you lifted your head up to see Harry looking at you. “I don’t know… He wasn’t exactly romantic but it was romantic in my eyes. Like, he just sort of proposed in the kitchen when I was making dinner” You giggled, as Harry nudged his knee against yours. “He said all this romantic stuff, and I was like ‘I love you’ and he replied with ‘You love me enough to marry me?’ and that was it…” You grinned, listening as Lottie cooed lightly.
“That is adorable, oh my goodness… It’s not clichéd either, so people won’t ever think he took you for a meal at a restaurant and proposed with cake” Lottie giggled, as Lux rolled onto the gap between you and Lottie and crawled onto her lap. “I mean, that is adorable. Seriously. I never expected Harry to do anything massive anyway… He seems like the quieter guy” Lottie grinned, as Harry shrugged and looked at you.
“It was stressing me out because I wanted to marry her so badly. I just couldn’t find the right way to do it. I had my sister help me and Niall helped me as well, and neither of their ideas gave me inspiration to propose that way. So I just sort of blurted it out…” He admitted, as you rolled your eyes and squeezed his knee. “But she said yes. So, I can’t complain!” Harry cheered as Lou brushed through his hair and let the strands fall down to his shoulders. You stood up and swiftly pressed a kiss to his nose before moving to the door. “Where you going, babe?” He called out, as you turned back round to face him.
“I need the toilet… I’m not going anywhere but the toilet…” You giggled, as he pouted and reached his hands out for you. “I want a proper kiss, baby. Come and give your fiancé a proper loving kiss, because he loves you very much” He winked, laughing as he watched your thighs clench and your body nearly doubled over. “Fine, fine. Go and pee and empty your bladder. I expect a nice proper, full on make out when you get back…” He teased, as Lottie’s mouth dropped open into an O shape.
“Hey… You think that’s bad? I have to share a room with the horn bags, Lots! They had shower sex earlier!” Louis called out from the tea and coffee table, as Lottie burst out laughing. His cheeks flushed when Lou’s eyes widened and her head signalled to the small toddler sat on his sister’s lap.
“Sorry, Lou!”
* *
“So, we don’t usually do this on many tours, but for this small UK one, we got you guys to send in some tweets and questions for us to reply too. These are our definite favourites from today!” Louis laughed, as the four of them gathered up on the catwalk between the B stage and the main stage. “If we could get the first one up, that would be wonderful” Louis smiled, as he bent down for his water bottle.
“There we go!” Liam cheered, as he thrust a fist into the air. “What are your special and hidden talents? Oh that is a good one, thank you for that!” Liam grinned, as he looked towards Harry. “Mr Styles, do you have any special and hidden talents that we don’t know about?” He winked, as the camera zoomed into Harry’s face, his bottom lip taken between his teeth. “Oh, he does! Spill it, Harold. C’mon! We’re all friends here…” Liam laughed, as the crowd screamed louder than before.
“I’ve been told by a special lady in my life that my special talent is making outstanding smoothies. I made (Y/N) a strawberry and banana one the other day, and like.. I cut up these fruits into chunks and kind of let then float in the smoothie… Yeah, she likes my smoothies. Says that’s my special talent” Harry smiled, as he searched for your eyes in the crowd. “She’s done here. Hi love!” He grinned, as he ran down the catwalk towards the main stage, stopping just before he got to the bigger stage.
“Harry! Get back over there, for goodness sake!” You called out, eyes widening as he jumped off the side of the stage and walked over to his, his arms held out as he pulled you into a hug. “Harry… Goodness sake. Go, babe. Go and rock out” You whispered into the crook of his neck, his hair tickling your face.
“I want them to see how much I love you… How much do you love my smoothies?” He grinned, as he held his microphone close to your lips. “Tell the fans just how incredible my smoothies are!” He chuckled, as you rolled your eyes and leant your face forward.
“His smoothies are wonderful, now I think you should all cheer for him to get back on stage, that cheeky lad!” You stated, your voice carrying around the arena. The fans around you squealed and cried out as he peppered a few kisses to your cheeks, before his feet carried him over to the stage steps. Lottie laughed at your bewildered face, her phone videoing the whole thing as he ran back on the stage to join the three lads. “Stop filming me, Lottie!” You mumbled against your hands, a smile cracking over your face as you peeked through your fingers to see Harry looking at you, with a grin on his lips.
“Next question is for our darling sap here… Harry, how is the engagement going?” Niall grinned, as he stood beside Harry and nudged him lightly. “Don’t go jumping off stage now, mister. Your missus wants you to stay on here” He laughed, as Harry rolled his eyes and looked to Niall. “Come on then, you whipped sap. Tell us. How well is engaged life, Harold? We’re all dying to know…”
The camera went closer up to Harry’s face, his cheeks were flushed and even under the lighting you could tell he was getting warm and a little bit shy. “Engaged life is great, mate. Waking up to the one you’ve know is going to be your wife is incredible. She’s loving it as well. Every morning, her ring is on the bedside table glinting under the sunlight, and I just can’t believe she agreed to spend the rest of her life with me. It’s crazy, ya’know? Seeing a ring on her finger is amazing. I’ve marked my territory. Just got to make her mine officially” Harry winked over at you, as Sophia and Lottie both nudging you in the sides.
You couldn’t love him anymore than you already did. You knew he loved you, but you didn’t know he was that excited to marry you. Every time someone asked him how he was liking being engaged, his lips would always curve into a soft and subtle smile, and the apples of his cheeks would meet his eyes as he chatted away about how he felt. He could talk for days about how he couldn’t wait to make you his Mrs Styles, and he didn’t even care what people thought about it. Some thought he went on about it too much, but he didn’t care. He wanted people to understand how in love he was with you, and if it meant talking endlessly about you, then so be it.
“I love you…” You mouthed to him when he wandered over to get his water bottle from behind the speaker underneath Josh’s drumset.
“I love you so much, baby…” He mouthed back, before blowing you a kiss and wiggling his fingers*** before turning back to where the boys were running up the stage. “Next song? We’re onto the next song. Okay. Uhm… I want to sing this to my special lady! Love you, baby! This is Strong!” Harry yelled, as he threw his empty water bottle into the crowd behind you; and you swore you could hear them squabbling over it.
You felt lucky. You got him for the rest of your life… People wanted to be in your shoes. And as selfish as it sounds, you wouldn’t trade your life for anyone in the world. You had the perfect friends, perfect life and the perfect fiancé. You wouldn’t change it for the world.

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