You were an inexperienced girl. Harry knew that. and he loved it. He loved knowing that when he walks by shirtless your cheeks burn and your palm shakes. That when you catch a whiff of his sweat after shows you shudder. That when he offered you his jacket to sleep in tonight, that you couldnt stop trembling. He knew you werent cold.

It was a rare moment of peace between shows, dead of night when the bus is quiet. Traveling across states to woo another crowd of girls. He woke up, to find you sitting alone on the couch by the back window of the motorhome. He had you alone.