The restaurant is warm with that kind of gentle, low light that makes everything feel softer, like time slows down just a little. There’s a buzz in the air, that quiet kind of joy that happens when the food’s good, the drinks are flowing, and the company’s exactly right.

Mitch is already two cocktails in, halfway through one of his ridiculous stories, gesturing wildly while Sarah laughs behind her wine glass, shaking her head like she’s heard it before but still finds him impossibly charming. I’m half-listening, half-distracted, because you’re sitting right next to me. Just relaxed, happy, and positively radiant in this light.

It’s the kind of night where I keep catching myself just…staring.

It still hasn’t quite hit me that Love on Tour is officially over. The noise, the lights, the crowd singing every word. Done. For the first time in literal years, I feel like I can breathe. No schedule. No rehearsals. No jet lag. Just this. Just being Harry. And being here, with people I love, especially you, feels like the best way to mark the end of it all.

“Alright,” Mitch clears his throat, raising his glass. “Who’s got the best post-tour plans? I want to sleep in on a Monday.” Sarah laughs at his declaration before sharing her own. “I’d like to read some new books. Maybe a novel or two.”

I smile warmly, relaxed against the back of the booth with my arm draped over your shoulders casually. “Gonna take a nice, long, uninterrupted trip with the love of my life,” I hum, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “What she deserves after putting up with all this for the past few years.”