Harry:
Jet lag.
Fuck sake.

Amanda:
Harry, it's not as if the UK and Spain have a terrible time difference. 
An hour, Harry. An hour.

Harry:
I am sorry for being tired, OK?

Amanda:
How long are you in Spain for again?

Harry:
Couple weeks.
One week preparation and mucking about then one week to perform, sing and hope for the best.
It's so beautiful here, Mands.
I wish you were here so we could go to the beach together.

Amanda:
You can take me to the beach another time, Harry. For now, focus on your job - you are all on a mission. Just tell Louis not to fuck up said mission.

Harry:
There's no controlling that boy, I'm telling you.

Amanda:
Oh, damn.

Harry:
How are you today? :)
I miss you.

Amanda:
I miss you too x
I'm good, yourself?

Harry:
Just tired. 
And hungry. 
And adventurous.
Simon's place is fucking huge, Mands.
All fancy :D

Amanda:
You must look really odd there then :)

Harry:
Thanks, babe.
No, really. Your support means the world to me.

Amanda:
Good, because I am your number one fan! 

Harry:
Yay! 
Does that mean you'll let me sign your boobs? :D

Amanda:
If I like your music enough, perhaps.
We'll have to wait and see.

Harry:
I love how comfortable you are around me now.
A couple months back and you'd have instantly said no to the mere mention of me eyeing your breasticles. 

Amanda:
Breasticles?
I give up with you.

Harry:
I'll remember that when you come over asking for your boobs to be signed! 

Amanda:
Good.

Harry:
Good.

Amanda:
Good.

Harry:
Good.

Amanda:
Good what?

Harry:
I don't know, good what?

Amanda:
Stop it :P

Harry:
Haha.
This place is amazing, Mands.
Urgh, I'd love to see you in a bikini strolling past me.

Amanda:
I strongly disagree. 

Harry:
You do? 
So, what, you'd rather see ME strolling down the beach in a bikini?

Amanda:
One with curly patterns on it so it will match your weave. 

Harry:
Ah, I get it :)

Amanda:
Anyway, I hope you have a good time! :)
It should be fun just BEING in Spain as well as preparing to sing your heart out.
And you're with your friends too.

Harry:
Yeah, true.
I really love these guys now.
We got to know each other so well just before we left. Thank God because if it wasn't the case, it would be really awkward right now.

Amanda:
Yeah, just a little bit.

Harry:
Niall is playing his guitar in the corner and he's pissing me off because he won't shut up.

Amanda:
You just said you were happy you got to know them all and that you're all friends! 
Make up your mind, Harold.

Harry:
Right, listen to me woman: he plays the same few songs over and over until he gets it right XD

Amanda:
I can imagine how infuriating that is.

Harry:
Yep.
Ah well.
They'll have to get used to my nakedness. 

Amanda:
What.

Harry:
Yeah, I like my freedom.

Amanda:
How is this something I am only learning now?!

Harry:
You never asked me! 

Amanda:
Wow, Harry.
This changes everything! 

Harry:
Does it?

Amanda:
Just think, you being in the nude all the time could lead to assumptions about the band name.

Harry:
Amanda, it's not as if I'll be walking around with a hard-on all day. Jeez. 

Amanda:
I didn't say that, Harry.
Whether it be hard or not, it's still only going in one direction.

Harry:
Thanks.

Amanda:
Loooovvveee you :D x

Harry:
You've insulted me and my knob.

Amanda:
Aw, did I hurt Harry Jr?

Harry:
Hoy! I'll have you know that there is NOTHING Jr about him.

Amanda:
Hm.
...
Shall I kiss him better?

Harry:
O_o

Amanda: 
;)

Harry:
:O
...
Sweating a little.

Amanda:
Lovely.

Harry:
A kiss would be! 

Amanda:
Bend forward, I'm sure you can reach! ;)

Harry:
-_-

Amanda:
:D

Messages is now ranked at #2 in FanFiction. Wow. I can't even believe this - that is the highest ANY of my fanfics have ever been ranked and I love you all for your love and support! Keep an eye out for my announcement regarding this story coming very soon! 

Cazza