I'm with the band

And before we knew it, those two weeks passed fairly quickly and the very last night before tour finally came.

It was late at night, and I was tossing and turning in bed, alone in my little teal nightgown.
I couldn't seem to stop thinking about that secluded area here in Los Angeles.

Where Harry and I could be together, with no consequences.
We didn't have to hide our relationship.

Knowing I had to be up along with the boys in just a few hours, I try to get some sleep.

We were starting off with the American leg of the tour, therefore we'd be taking our tourbus for a while.
Our first stop was going to be Seattle and Simon was always very strict with punctuality.

However, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't seem to fall asleep.
This would normally occur when I'd wake up from a nightmare, something that hasn't happened in a shockingly long time.

I decide to treat it as if it were a nightmare and get up from my bed.
I walk to my bathroom, open the sink faucet and splash some cold water on my face.

I look at my reflection in the mirror.
My blonde hair was a hot mess, and my skin had gotten so dry.
Brushing my hair back annoyed, I groan and head back to bed again.

Nothing had really changed.
I found myself lying in bed again, only this time, staring at the ceiling.

That's it, I've had it.
I needed some fresh air.

I carefully tiptoe across the hall, trying to avoid waking up any of the boys, or Simon for that matter.
I open the front door and step outside.

The second I open the door, I'm greeted by the biggest pair of green eyes.
Harry.

He was sitting down in front of the railing with his legs in between the rails, much like I normally do.

"Lizzybug." He simply says, his voice raspy.

He gets up and comes to embrace me as I shut the door behind us.

My arms wrap around his neck as his hands make their way to my hips and we kiss, ever so passionately might I add.

He breaks the kiss and looks me up and down, almost in admiration.

"You look breathtaking." He says, as I felt the California wind breezing through my hair.

"Yeah right." I laugh, remembering what I looked like in my bathroom mirror.
"What's the occasion?"

"What occasion?" He asks confused, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I look like a hot mess with no makeup and a serious case of bed head." I laugh, shaking my head.
"How can I possibly look breathtaking?"

"Lizzy Walker, when has there ever been a day where I didn't appreciate your ethereal beauty?" He smirks, making me blush and look to the side.

I run my hand through my hair as he gently tilts my face back to face him again.
He doesn't say anything, he simply shakes his head.

"I'm one lucky guy." He says as I laugh, and he does too, pulling me back in to kiss again.

One of my hands begins to run through his hair, the other falls and caresses his hand.
"Well, that's very sweet Romeo, but what are you doing up at this hour?" I say breaking the kiss, my voice breathy, despite not being able to sleep.

"I could ask you the same thing." He teases, interlocking his lips with mine again rather quickly, and pulling away teasingly.

When all of a sudden, he stops.
"Is everything okay? Did you have a nightmare?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

I shake my head, my eyes darting down to his grey sweatpants, my hand still caressing his soft brown hair.
He was wearing nothing but those and a black tank top.

I had no idea how he never seemed to be cold.

"No nightmares." I grin proudly.
"That hasn't happened ever since we got together, what's your excuse?" I ask, nudging him playfully.

He scratches the back of his neck and chuckles.
"Just thinking." He says, shrugging.

"About what?" I ask, folding my arms along with a playful grin curving up my cheeks.
"Tomorrow?"

Harry folds his lips into a line and nods his head slowly.
"Along with other things." He says, almost hesitantly.

"Other things?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, not sure where he was going with this.

"Us." He says, which causes me to have a pit in my stomach.

My eyebrows furrow and my mouth falls, worried.
"Haz, what do you mean?" I ask, pushing his hair back.

"Lizzy, we've been dating a month now and I can honestly say that I've never been happier." He says, chuckling and having a seat on the railings.

I sigh in relief and smile, not knowing where he was going with that.
He put his hands out, almost for me to lean on him and I did.
He gripped my hips gently and looks up at me as I was looking down at him, my hands fitting perfectly onto his jacked shoulders.

"It's just that, I was worrying that we might not get as much time together during this tour." He admits, as he leans the side of his face into my stomach and I run my fingers through his hair.
"I don't want to ruin what we have Lizzy, I don't want to lose you."

"Sweetheart, where's this coming from?" I ask concerned, as he looks back up at me.
"This tour isn't going to affect our relationship."

"And I was thinking about Alex and everything that's try to come in the way of-"

I kneel down and press a firm kiss to Harry's lips, interrupting his sentence and caress my fingers on his cheeks.

"Take a deep breath, baby." I say, trying to calm him down and he does as I tell him.
"Feel better?" I ask as he hums.

"Yeah." He mumbles, fidgeting somewhat nervously.

I couldn't help but giggle at his anxious mannerisms.

"I can assure you, by next year that I'll still as crazy about you as I am now." I grin as he laughs.
"If not, even crazier."

Harry laughs and gets up from being sat on the railing ledge.

Our fingers are interlocked with one another now, as we were solely enjoying each other's company, telling each other stories with just our eyes.

I'm so concentrated on the green in Harry's eyes, when I'm distracted by a shooting star.

I quickly and gently tap Harry on the arm, multiple times at this rare sighting.
"Harry, a shooting star!" I exclaim excitedly, slightly leaning over the railings.

He swiftly turns around as my eyes were so focused on that shooting star.
"Make a wish." I tease him, not taking my eyes off of it.

The beautiful yet rapid star purely made of light zooms through the night sky.
I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I hadn't noticed it.

I turn to Harry again, as he was chuckling at my excited expression.
"Did you make a wish?" I ask, so full of happiness.

"Yes I did, princess." He says, chuckling with his arms folded.
"Is this the first time you see a shooting star?"

"Yes!" I exclaim, so amazed that I actually saw one.
"Have you seen any?"

"A few." He answers, probably finding my childish demeanour somewhat amusing.

"Do you make a wish every time?"

"I do."