Can she not be anymore perfect? Here we are in a club in Milan, she dances with Lou, her brown hair flickering everywhere, a drink in one hand and the way she moves in her simple black mesh dress. I sit next to Liam who is lonely without his girl, and we look a little strange just watching everyone dancing.

Desire by Years and Years is blasting through the speakers, she twirls and smiles and laughing, her hips moving creating an eruption of the need of closeness for me to be with her. I have felt this way ever since I was eighteen.


"Come on." She pulls Liam and I to the floor, nodding her head moving her hips. "Alright." Liam skulls his drink and shuffles onto the dance floor. "Harrryyyyy." She yells above the noise. I roll my eyes and give in. I take her hand and we dance.

This is all innocent trust me on her part, for me however different story.


I want desire.

Oh the lyrics hit through my chest. She continues to dance quite well I might add. Me, I'm more of stand on the spot and move my head kind of guy. "Loosen up." She throws her hair back giving me a hit of her perfume.


She takes my hand and spins me around I try and loosen up then she places her hands around on my hips. "Ok stop." I step back, she looks at me weirdly, I rush to the bar and take three shots.



Olivia's POV:

What is with Harry? We always dance it's all innocent although if Chris saw me he would be absolutely furious. Perks of being on tour, Harry is my best friend, I am probably closest to him in the group. So I am affiliated with his random mood swings.

I find Lou again and we dance again, both of us under the influence of alcohol who knows how this might end. Liam is next to be stumbling I can just see it. Then there is Niall and Louis who just glide across the club, Niall may or may not return to our hotel till tomorrow who knows.



I spot Harry at the bar, he hands me a vodka sunrise, I cling my glass with his, and resume to the dance floor.


Thank god we don't have so much on during the day tomorrow well today, I feel the exhaustion kick in from our flight and jet lag has always been my kryptonite. Lou and I decide to call it a night, I return to our booth where Niall is basically having sex with some girl. I collect my bag and coat, tapping Liam who is now with Louis engaging in a conversation. I say my goodbyes to them and want to find Harry to let him know.


I take Lou's arm and turn my head and there he is, participating in his usual activity hooking up with some random girl. I roll my eyes and wish he wouldn't do that, not for me of course but just simply because it is so degrading.

Despite being stigmatised as the 'womaniser' of this group, there is so much more too him. He is just a nineteen year old male like any other enjoying life. He clearly isn't ready to settle down, who knows if he ever will. But I don't judge him off that, I judge him how he treats me and others which is pretty damm amazing.


I try to wave but his tongue is far down that girls throat.

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"Olivia." Niall takes a seat getting ready for the show in Milan. We all sit in their style room while Lou begins her work. "Have fun, last night?" I wink.

"Gentleman never tells." He clicks his tongue. I roll my eyes and Lou laughs. I scroll through my notes of song ideas on my phone and add and minimise some lyrics.

"Harry you fucker, your next." Niall shouts, Harry leaves Lux on the couch and takes a seat.

"Hey Princess." Lux runs over to me, she sits with me on the floor and I take her in my lap.



Thank you for an amazing night, Harry! Same time tonight?

I look at Harry's visible text message and roll my eyes. "Umm nosey much." He notices looking up at me.

"I don't care H." I poke my tongue, "So hows Chris?" He cages conversation.

"Chris is Chris." I bluntly replied. "Still a douche then?"

"Language Harry." Lou says, and I cover Lux's ears.

I have no idea what Harry has on Chris, but it can get annoying at times. They have met a few times and it was as awkward as hell. The other boys don't seem to have a problem, so lord knows what is his.



"Ok lads," I stand with them, "Next week we being writing for your third album." I say with a grin. "Please send me whatever you have if you have any. I don't care how choppy it is. Good luck tonight."


The boys are on stage, Lou, Lux and myself watch from backstage as usual. As they perform Lou watches over Lux and I write in my notebook, I try and consider everything in the boys life including fans.

Where would they be without them, not on this stage that is for sure. I immediately think of a concept and write some ideas down.

Notes