Colors//H.S

A/N: ^^ This picture is soo hot!! and he won a grammy! How fucking crazy! He deserves it so much, i'm so proud. But also fuck the grammys.

The only reason I watched was to support Harry, then I turned it off for Zayn. the racist fuckers. #scammys #fuckthegrammys

...any who...

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I prefer living in color
~David Hockney

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"What am I even supposed to bring? Winter clothes? Summer clothes? I don't know!" I ramble on. I'm getting nervous.

I was supposed to be packed days ago, but I was procrastinating.

And now that we are leaving for tour tomorrow, I'm regretting not packing sooner.

"Bring whatever you want. And if you need something we can shop. There are stores in other country's Lee" Harry jokes, laying on the bed and watching me struggle.

He was packed like, a week ago. He's used to this, I however, am not.

"You're not helping" I whine, throwing a shirt at his face. Which he gracefully caught and chucked it right back at me.

"You're just thinking my to much into it" he reply's, getting of the bed and coming to stand behind me. His arms lace around my waist while his chin rest on my shoulder.

"Can't you just pack for me?" I ask, my voice escalating higher at the end. A smile tugs at my face as I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Oakley.."He warns.

"Please? You do it better, and besides I'm hungry and want to make lunch" I negotiate.

He lets out a long, exaggerated sigh. He then pecks my lips and slaps my ass saying "go on."

I laugh and jump out of the way and towards the door not before I smack his ass right back. I hear him snicker as I make my way downstairs to make some food.

God I'm starving.

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"Wow, there's a lot of people here."

It's the day we leave for tour. Heading to Europe!

Word got out about leaving today, so as expected the airport is full of fans and paparazzi, the press. You name it.

Security surrounds me and Harry as we make our way through terminal.

Fans scream and paparazzi shout. Cameras flash and security pushes. It's not something I ever imagined me doing.

Harry looks irritated, so I grab his hand and give him a reassuring squeeze, telling him I'm right here and I'm not leaving.

That's what Harry was most worried about today. That all the commotion was going to scare me away. But he's not getting rid of me that easily.

Sure it can get annoying and scary, and you never have any privacy. But that's not his fault. I'm not going to leave him because of what his job entails. That's just stupid and kind of toxic.

He squeezes my hand back, giving me a tight smile before turning his attention forward again.

First class is something I've never had the privilege to have. And it's amazing!

It's just like the movies, except better. Everyone has their own seat that's covered by walls. Kind of like a small office cubical. And if you pull out the seat with the latch, it turns into a fucking bed!