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i think i said something like sorry i gotta go and then just gently moved her away as i shot up from the bed and walked out of there.

the point is, i wasn't telling harry this.

"never mind." i answered as i leaned back into my seat.

we had one week left of this fucking tour. i was both scared and intrigued by what this meant for jenny and i. and harry. i think she has to choose. maybe that's why i've been so...off lately.

off, not jealous.

Jenny's pov

"does timothée seem...off to you?" i asked the girls. we were all sharing a large mirror, doing our makeup before the show.

emily blinked on her mascara, her mouth barely moving as she said "off? i don't know, he always seems the same to me."

"yeah because he like, shows no emotion ever." kayla said while she dabbed blush onto her cheeks.

"there's no point in asking him if something's up, so i have no choice but to drop it." i've been down this road too many times before.

"i would say i'd try, really—but you're right, there's no use in trying to get anything out of him." kayla said.

"it's probably nothing." i said, brushing my eyebrows out. for the first time, i actually believed myself.

i was so used to overanalyzing everything that this time i decided to really just drop it.

by the time we walked out of the room, the playlist that was always played before the show was now blasting through the arena. i could hear people shuffling in, their loud conversations mumbling together. people singing along to some songs that came on every now and then.

the great thing about being part of the back up band was that no one was there for you. these people who drove out here aren't here to see me, or emily, or kayla. they were here for harry and timothée. at this point of tour, i wasn't nervous at all. i liked standing behind them, watching them put on a show.

we walked onto the stage first, the room pitch black, the crowd screaming their lungs out. i actually think that this was my least favorite part, because like this, it felt like they were here for us. i always had the worst chills shoot up my spine and arms right before the guys came out.

something i loved was when emily, kayla and i all blew kisses to each other two seconds before the lights went on. it was like our little good luck charm. it felt like a checkpoint, because everything that came after the blown kisses was enjoyable.

as tour was coming closer and closer to it's end, the rules were ceasing to exist. they had a new setlist every show, songs in different orders. sometimes they'd pick a couple different songs to play, sometimes they'd cover songs they used to cover when they'd first started out. setlists were being made ten minutes before the show and printed out onto pieces of paper for us to look back on.

harry would sidetrack and just talk about things in between songs, interact with the fans more. timothée would add flares to his riffs, bend more strings here and there, just letting his fingers do what they wanted. you'd get a few smiles from him during the show compared to the beginning of the tour.