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Twenty-nine

I have absolutely no idea if all that reincarnation, karma and dharma beliefs are supposed to work.

All I know is that in another life I must've done something right, and now I was being rewarded and granted access to a side stage view of Harry Styles Live On Tour. And it was spectacular, breathtaking, dazzling, fabulous, magnificent, stunning, wondrous.

I just wanted to keep doing whatever I was doing at life now, in exactly the same way. Not changing a single thing. This way I wouldn't evolve and go on to the next level, and next life I would get to see Harry's performance up close again. And I would do exactly the same in the life after that, and every other life I lived.

The curtain went down without a glitch. The audience's deafening screams reached portentous decibels rising as Harry's lighted silhouette appeared, then when the first line of "Ever Since New York" was heard in his very distinctive baritone, and when he finally appeared on stage strumming his guitar.

The singing and yelling were constant during the entire show, not dying down even once. Many, many fans were crying out of pure love and admiration for the striking performer that Harry is. Still, they manage to make some noise when he asked them to, tears notwithstanding.

Throughout the sea of bodies and shapes that made out the audience an abundant spattering of signs could be seen, proclaiming intense emotions that ranged from gratitude to full on lust (yes, the "Harry give me your gravy" sign made an appearance).

And Harry owned the stage. He took it all in a stride, singing his heart out. Introducing himself to the public with a humble "Hi, I'm Harry." Apologizing for his small repertoire that needed to be strengthened with songs he'd written before his debut solo album and a sick Fleetwood Mac cover. He was very earnest and sincere in expressing his gratitude to his fans, for all the support they had shown him ever since he was nothing more than a sweet teenager with big dreams from a small town in Northwest England.

The genuine adoration Harry felt for his fans was palpable in the arduous effort he put whilst performing to make sure everybody had a good time. He drifted from being seriously passionate one moment to downright goofy the next, throwing in some orgasm inducing sexy moments, for good measure. He even went as far as using Grimmy's line and thanking the audience for popping his cherry.

It was no wonder that later when the reviews came out, Rolling Stone magazine wrote that "Harry Styles gave a stirring tour kickoff show." However, there was an obscure reviewer (if we could call him that) from an also obscure media outfit that called Harry mediocre, he, of course, would live to rue his words, as Harry would shine on every date on his tour.

By the time Harry finished his set with "Kiwi" and was getting ready to start the encore I was feeling woozy and wobbly from all the excitement. It was the feeling of watching music history being made just in front of my eyes, coupled with the razzle-dazzle the people got to see from their seats or standing in the pit and the electricity charged activity from the crew in the sidelines.

I was having a hard time jotting it all down in my little journal, it was impossible to keep up. I might have to invest in a camera, preferably the compact kind that catches movement that all those famous vloggers carry around. Of course, all those successful vloggers make tons of money and can also afford that gorgeous tasseled Gucci camera bag (I'd take the red one, when I get paid for my first novel, thank you very much. And since I'm going on an imaginary shopping spree, I'll also have the dark red Balenciaga sock boots.)

My woozy state was rapidly morphing into giddiness. After watching Harry begin with "From the Dining Table" I made a quick trip to the loo. There were only three songs left and I needed to get ready for my date.

The first thing I took out my rucksack was a vial of Bach Flowers Rescue Remedy, I needed a few drops to collect my thoughts and nerves, since I was going out with the show's headlining act, after all. I checked myself in the mirror, relieved at finding I looked all right.

Earlier, after his hair and makeup were done Harry had was kept busy by his family, something I was grateful for since it afforded me time to have a quick shower in the dressing room Lou Teasdale has claimed for her work. I also changed into the clothes I'd brought for the date, afraid there wouldn't be time later. Lou watched my attempts at fixing my hair and making myself presentable, extremely amused at first, until she could no longer hold her impatience and took my Real Techniques miracle sponge from my hands and ordered me to sit in her chair. She set to work prodding, teasing, spraying, lifting, brushing, lathering, blending, caking, highlighting, contouring, products on my hair and face. I kept silent, not wanting her to guess the reason behind my efforts to look presentable.

"Bliss, don't take this the wrong way" she had said, "I know you're getting ready to go out with Harry after the show."

"Does everyone know?" I asked, alarmed. The fact that Harry and I were boyfriend and girlfriend but hadn't actually talked about whether we were telling people or not was starting to annoy me.

"Don't know" Lou answered, truthfully, "Harry has been talking a lot about how delighted he is to have a blogger on tour now, and how he plans on showing you all the sights in every single city. So, it's hard to tell."

"I'm lucky," I said simply, "this is a great job." I felt both relieved and peeved at the same time. It was great to know that Harry was telling people about me, but it was a bit disturbing to find out he had only made references to our working relationship and not to our personal one.

Making a mental note to discuss the matter with Harry later, I thanked Lou for her efforts, cuddling her. I did look very nice, if I was papped whilst out with Harry tonight (something very unlikely to happen since we were going out through Nobu's back door and then home) I wouldn't be embarrassed.

I resumed my stand by the stage, watching the light in the public's mobile phones twinkle like shiny stars in the theatre. Harry had a bewildered expression on his face as if he couldn't believe the audience knew every single one of his lyrics and was singing along with him.

In a few seconds, he had finished singing, thrown many double handed kisses at the audience, thanked them, told them he loved and said goodbye. He knocked his fist with Mitch's, and the band began to leave the stage, Harry quickly followed. The first part of the most magical night of my life was over.

Harry took the stairs leading to the stage two at a time. "Easy boy, I know you're still on your performance high, but you don't want to hurt yourself there," Jeff said.

Everybody (Jeff, Anne, Gemma, Lou, Lambert, the band) gathered around Harry, a champagne bottle was opened but not drunk. Instead, its contents were showered down CHASM, they all laughed in celebration.

Harry grabbed a towel strategically placed close by, cuddled everybody and informed them he was going to call it a night, since he had another show tomorrow and he was catching a plane, preferring to sleep in his own bed rather than in random hotel bed.

"But you are all welcome to go and celebrate at Hotel Drisco, my treat" Harry offered. "Just don't overdo it, remember we have to work tomorrow."

"Great, it'll be a champagne night," Lou said. "Thanks, boss man."

A few more cuddles were exchanged. Harry shook hands with every member of the venue staff or crew member that was nearby, having done that he turned to me and said: "Ready, Bliss?"

I nodded.

"Ok, a bit of a warning, security is close by so we should be safe. The car is parked next to the back entrance, so there won't be any fans or paps around. Just in case always keep looking straight ahead and don't let go of my hand." He instructed.

I waved goodbye to everybody since Harry had already taken my hand. People waved back, I could swear Gemma was directing a smirk our way. That made me uneasy, Gemma was on to us for sure. She is very smart. It was a huge relief for me that I had been able to avoid having an actual conversation with her since she certainly would hate the kind of fluff I write. She'd demand I be replaced with a serious writer. And of course, she'd also want to know what my intentions regarding her little brother were. She is very protective of him.

We settled into the car. The security person on duty tonight sat up front, which let Harry and I alone in the back seat. As soon as the doors were locked, Harry drew up the privacy partition and scooted closer to me, "Sorry baby, but you're driving me crazy" he said nuzzling my neck, then his lips made contact with my collarbone and I was instantly covered in goosebumps but instead of cold, heat was taking over my entire body.

I placed my hands on the back of his head, pulling him closer to me. He let out a moan and in turn lifted his hand to my breast rubbing it in circles. We were quickly moaning in unison.

I needed to feel him badly, I started to take his jacket off. He caught on and removed it in one swift motion, for which he had to let go of both my neck and my breasts. "Don't go" I whined.

"Impatient," he chuckled, cupping my jaw and kissing me hungrily. And then he pulled away.

"What's wrong?" I demanded

"Baby, I'm sorry." He said, "I should have more self-control. I'm all sweaty and disgusting after the show."

"You look so fucking hot right now" I protested. He did look incredibly hot, the sweat had caused his white shirt to cling to his body, so his tattoos and every curve of his muscles could be seen, almost as if it was a see-through shirt.

"I don't think so, love" he argued, "surely I taste awful and smell."

"You don't, Harry" I insisted.

"I think we have to stop anyway, baby. Otherwise, I'd be fucking you right now." He said glancing down at the bulge in his pants.

I didn't counterargue, as crazy as I was for Harry, I didn't want our first time to be in the back of a limo, within earshot of his security and his driver sat in the front of the vehicle.

Once inside the private plane, things remained demure between us, due to the fact that we weren't entirely on our own. The security guy was also seating in the small cabin, he had been considerate enough to take the farthest possible seat and kept his earphones on to grant us some privacy, though. There was also a slight star-struck flight attendant on board, who was in her very best behavior. Harry noticed nonetheless and offered to take selfies and sign autographs, it was just second nature to him. He did apologize to me later.

"I'm sorry baby, please forgive me." He said in a conciliatory tone, "Is just that when I get into tour mode, I keep thinking I have to do meet and greets."

"No worries, Harry" I assured him, "it's your job. I understand."

"Let's talk about your job instead," he said.

"Blogging for you?" I asked, surprised, "We have daily meetings. You've said you're satisfied with my performance. Is there something I could be doing better?"

"Nope, you're perfect" he answered biting his lower lip, "I mean the job you're meant to be doing. Your true calling, baby. Let's talk about you being a writer and that novel you're of yours."

"What about it?" I gulped, I didn't feel fine at all talking about my book.

"I absolutely loved the bit you gave me to read today." He told me, "please let me send it to my publisher friend, I'm sure she'll love it."

"Oh, Harry I don't know. I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Have faith on yourself Bliss."

"Harry you and your positive talk, you are as a bad as my parents."

"Your parents are lovely people, baby," he said, "I can't wait to see them again. As a matter of fact, I'm gonna invite them to the UK concerts."

"That's very generous of you, but my sisters and Joy will feel left out," I said, hoping to curb his enthusiasm by the piling extra people onto his plans.

"Not a problem! They're all invited. The more the merrier" he said genially.

I could picture it in right now, my parents would accept Harry's invitation delightedly and would show up at his concert wearing tour tees and sweatshirts, with printouts of his songs to read whilst singing along, since they are rubbish at remembering lyrics. Fabulous! My sisters and Joy would be equally pleased with the free concert tickets but would seat as far away as possible from my parents, mortified, pretending not to know them. And Imogen would tag along, obviously, wearing her pearls over her Treat People with Kindness Tee.

We arrived in LA and quickly got off the plane, after Harry had shaken hands with the pilot and flight attendant, into Harry's Range Rover. We were now into more of an ideal date scenario, of course, Harry's security followed in another car, but it was just the two of us driving along.

"Baby, would you be bothered if we speed things up a bit?" he asked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked in return "Do you want to have sex in this car, right now?"

"As tempting as that sounds, Bliss," he said, startled, "And believe you me, I am tempted. I just meant, calling ahead at the restaurant and ordering so the food will be ready when we arrive."

"Yes, I'd like that, but I don't know what to order. I've never been there."

"Do you trust me to order for you?" he urged.

"That'd be lovely, Harry" I agreed.

"All right, then. "he said happily, "I've got the chef's number in my mobile, will you please call since I'm driving?"

"Sure, same password?" I told him.

"New one 2547," He said

After I repeated word by word the order Harry told me, I couldn't help but being curious about him changing his password. "What made you decide to change your password, the prior ones '1234' was easy. Won't this new one be a bit hard to remember?."

"Nope," he said "It's the perfect password for me. You're just looking at it wrong"

"Wrong? How so?"

"You're focusing on the numbers, baby. You need to look at what the letters spell."

I did as told and was left with an open mouth and a rapidly beating heart. The letters spelled "BLIS."

My name.

Harry Styles had used my name as his mobile phone password.

The second date has begun. Any predictions?

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E! xoxoxoxo