Then and Now: A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Forty

I felt panicky inside; Harry had noticed all that?

“See, you’re tensing up now. I feel it.” Harry murmured, “Just talk to me Jen.”

“It’s hard to.” I replied, avoiding his eyes.

“It’s only hard if you make it hard.”

“You don’t understand Harry,” I breathed deeply, “it brings up too many memories. I don’t want to relive those.”

Harry moved his laptop away, and pulled me closer to his body, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I felt safe, protected really.

“I’m not going to force you to tell me anything,” Harry said, murmuring against my hair, “I know that you’ll tell me when you’re ready.”

“Thank you Harry,” I looked up at him, “for understanding. Not many people would’ve.”

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” I replied, and kissed him softly.

There was something different about this kiss; something deeper, more caring. I loved it. I pulled away slowly, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Do we have to get ready?” Harry muttered.

“Unfortunately yes.” I sat up, and pulled at Harry’s arm, “You have a show to play!”

Harry groaned and sat up, his breath fanned across my neck, feeling hot against my skin. After a moment, he finally pulled himself off the bed and started pulling on his shoes.

“Are you going to be there the entire time?” Harry asked.

“I kinda have to be. It’s my job.”

“Not the entire time. After the first couple shows most of the crew that isn’t needed during the show leaves and comes back after. Anybody that makes us look pretty leaves after our dress change and comes back once the show ends.”

“What if your outfit gets damaged?”

“They leave someone behind each time in case of that.” Harry said.

“Well, I would like to stay. You said Toronto is one of your favourite places to play; I want to see why.” I said, slipping my heels on.

“You’ll be amazed.” Harry said.

“I know I will.” I laughed, and stepped outside the hotel room.

Harry and I got down to the lobby and I could see the hundreds of teenage girls milling around outside. Paul was waiting with the rest of the boys near the back entrance, and my fingers were tightly intertwined with Harry’s.