It was late in LA. The band had just had a show that was pushed back a couple hours due to bad weather and you had another interview to tackle after the one you guys both finished. Everyone was exhausted. Liam laying on the floor in the green room, throwing a tennis ball up in the air. Niall strumming his guitar on the couch while both his legs were on the arm rest. Zayn and Louis went to the corner store to grab snacks because the ones management brought weren’t good

You were in Harry’s hoodie. The one he gave you after he noticed your social anxiety spike. Your voice cracked a couple times during the show and that racked your nerves worse than you wanted to admit. Liam kissed your cheek telling you it was fine. Louis and Niall cracked jokes until you smiled again. Zayn helped. But Harry knew. You joined him outside where he was leaning against the railing, watching the city light up as it did at night. You leaned on it next to him. You both didn’t say anything at first. Letting the silence warm you both in the cold fall breeze. He turned to you, gaze softly roaming your face

What’s going on darling.” He said in that low tone. Attentive, but obviously tired too