Beautiful Eyes Chapter 6 Louis and I take one last look at the

Beautiful Eyes

Chapter  6

Louis and I take one last look at the flat that we shared, before boarding the bus. It’s only a forty minute drive out of the city for the first venue, but the boys had rehearsals and things to do, so we left a day early.
The boys mess around, poking fun at Paul and each other. I sat and tried to read, but I ended up just listening to them have fun. My eyes kept glancing over to Harry, and I would catch his eye. He would smile, but continue adding into their laughter.
The bus pulls up to the place the concert would be tomorrow night, because the boys had rehearsal to do. I get off with the boys, shielded from the screaming fans by security, and into the building.
The crew ushers them to do warm-ups and get on stage to do some blocking for the concert. The boys sing and go through the set list and I sit on the side of the stage watching. After a few more concerts, I’m sure I’ll get sick of sitting and watching, but right now I’m absolutely stunned by the progress my boys have made. They’ve come so far with their careers and I have to say I’m incredibly proud.
Harry glances over in my direction a lot during the rehearsal, and every time I caught myself blushing and averting my gaze from him. I would look back to see him smirking and then look away. Louis caught us once or twice, but didn’t say or do anything.
At break, Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn head off past me to get some food, but Harry stops just in front of me. He smiles down at me, his eyes meeting mine.
“Ever had someone sing a song that was meant for you?” He asks, smiling that cute half-smile that guys do.
“No…?” I answer. Harry slings his arm over my shoulder and we start walking to where the guys are.
“Well, now you have.”
I glance up at Harry, curiously, when he stops and turns to face me.
“Tally, I have a confession. Now, don’t think I’m completely crazy or anything—“
“But you are completely crazy, Hazza.” I joke.
“Shhh, I’m trying to be cute here.”
“Is that possible?”
He raises an eyebrow at me questioningly, but I just smirk at him.
“Well, what I was trying to say was that…”Harry trails off, thinking, probably of the best way to phrase whatever he wanted to say.
And then out of the blue, he places his hand on my neck, leans down, and kisses me full on the lips.

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