While on the Run

Part II.

I looked around the table. All eyes were on me. I looked down at the giant stack of paperwork, the fur binders that contained loads of information, and then I looked into Niall's curious eyes. He must have sensed my panic, as he finally interjected. "Why don't we give Blake a minute, yeah?"

As the rest of the management team moved to exit the room, the four boys stayed behind as they made their way towards my end of the conference table.

"Look, Blake. We know this is extremely overwhelming. But we trust Niall. He thinks you're the best person for the job and we believe the same," Liam began.

"We aren't too hard to deal with; promise," Louis added.

All eyes turned to Harry as if encouraging him to also say something nice. After staring into my eyes for a few moments, his familiar smirk adorned his lips. He stepped forward to place a hand on Niall's shoulder.

"I'm with them, love. Sign the papers." Then, he gave me a genuine smile and after looking at Niall's face full of encouragement I took out my pen.

"Fabulous. Now we'll have some eye candy, too," Harry mumbled under his breath as he headed towards the exit. Fingers grazing the door handle, he turned around and winked.

"Welcome to the team."

Niall couldn't help from scooping me into a bear hug as the boys became excited about adding me to their official One Direction tour team.

After signing on the dotted lines and passing the finished paperwork over to Jason an hour later, I couldn't help but ask myself what I had gotten into.

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"Well, I guess I better get started," I stated as I sat the binders down in my guest room later that night. I speaking to no one but myself, as I was completely alone in my room. After our dinner of frozen pizza and cold beer, I excused myself to my room so that I could begin mapping out the boys' tour schedule.

I began by scheduling in their flight dates and time, tour dates, scheduled TV appearances, radio interviews, and all other important dates so that I could make sure nothing overlapped. From there, I input all events into one, main calendar and color coded each event by category, and then by band member. One weekend, Harry was to be absent from two radio interviews because of his sister's soccer tournament and the following month, Louis would be spotty as he promised to attend quite a few family functions back in England. The tour started internationally, moved to primarily staying within the US and then made its way out of the country once again. 

10 months worth of planning later, I looked over to see that my alarm clock read: 4:33am.

"Fuck," I mumbled as I made my way out of my room and downstairs.

Planning to make a cup of coffee, I padded my way into the kitchen, slightly pulling my oversized t-shirt down in length a little, just in case. My bare feet felt the cold tile as I made my way towards the Keurig maker. As I waited for it to heat up, I opened the top cabinet and reached in for a coffee mug. 

"Of course Niall keeps them in the back of this stupid thing," I mumbled as I gained frustration, now on my tip toes.

All at once, I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck, a warm body pressed against mine as a hand shot forward and grabbed a mug from the cabinet.

I whirled around quickly, only to be met with green eyes and the sight of a thin black t-shirt right in front of my face.

"This what you were looking for?" Harry grumbled, his voice still deep with sleep.

Eyes wide and lips slightly parted, I nodded my head reaching for the mug. Harry only moved it out of my reach, stepping even closer to me as he reached around to place the mug under the coffee pot, and begin brewing my cup. His lips let out a puff of air right next to my ear as I heard the Keurig maker begin working. Leaning back slightly, I couldn't help but tremble at the way Harry's eyes stared into mine.

"Couldn't sleep?" he mumbled, this time with his hand drawing lazy circles against my hand, which I then realized was clutching the counter top that I had been backed against.

"No, not at all," I admitted as my gaze shifted to watch Harry's hand play with my own.

"Same."

Our eyes locked for a long few moments before the coffee pot signaled its completion.

"Well, your coffee is done love. Sleep tight," Harry whispered as he slowly pulled away from me and moved to return back up the stairs.

I couldn't move. I couldn't even breath properly.

What the fuck was that?