"Harry," Mick holds out his hand. "Great to meet you, mate." Harry stares open-mouthed, unmoving except for his hand, which shakes Jagger's for far too long. "I really like your band," Mick says. That seems to shake Harry out of his shock.

"Thanks," he exhales. "I'm a huge fan."

Mick smiles at him, dimples carved deeply into his wrinkled cheeks, and then turns to me. "And I am a huge fan of yours, Maddie," he takes my hand. Keith Richards is now shaking Harry's hand, but I am focused on what Mick is saying. "As are my daughters."

"Thank you." I smile, "I really appreciate your meeting us."

"No, please," he flips his hand, like it's no big deal. "When Jim called and said you wanted a meet and greet, we were all thrilled." Oh my god. This legend is excited to meet me. I'm just an actor. And not even a serious one. Not even a good one.

He waves for us all to sit on the sofas across the room. I shake Keith, Ronnie, and Charlie's hands as we go, and Harry grips my other hand so tight. I beam up at him. He seriously looks like a little kid. A dimpled lunatic.

They are so kind, complimenting Harry's music. They reference the One Direction songs by name, which seems to surprise Harry. And they praise the video I shot for his band. Although, I barely understand Keith and have to ask him to repeat what he said a few times, which is slightly embarrassing. Turns out, he suggested I could film something for them some time. I mean. I guess. Holy fuck. I would die. I am dying.

And then they shock me by commenting on my singing. "I'm sorry. What?" They laugh. I just said that a dozen times to Keith. But this time it's my confusion, not his mumbling that's the problem. "How have you heard me sing?"

"There are loads of videos on YouTube and Twitter and what's the other one?" Mick says, snapping his fingers. "Vine. My daughter Georgia showed me. I was very moved." I can't believe this never occurred to me. Of course, it makes sense. You see an actress singing in a club, you're going to record it. And you're going to post it. But how I have managed to miss the videos is beyond me. Well, come on, it's not like I've had tons of time to be on the Internet lately. "Are you planning to make a move to the music industry?"

"Oh. Um, probably not. That was just a twisted sort of therapy."

They laugh. "Did it work?" Charlie asks stoically.

I shrug, "sort of, yeah."

Harry kisses my hair. "You're amazing," he nuzzles my ear.

"Great piano skills," Keith mumbles. I think that's what he said. He gestures at Harry and me, "We should jam..." his voice trails off incoherently.

"That is a great idea. We'll have to connect back in LA," Mick suggests.

Harry's eyes are so wide. He's adorable. "Yeah," I say, running my hand over Harry's cheek. "That would be fun." Harry nods. The poor boy has been rendered speechless.

We spend the next half hour taking photos in various combinations. At one point, while Harry is photographed with Mick and Keith, Charlie asks me to sign a copy of Mrs. Grumpus for his granddaughter. I grin at him, reaching for the DVD. "Charlotte," he says. I write a brief note and sign it. "Thanks, love."

"My pleasure. Thank you for doing this for him." I nod my head toward Harry.

"He's the fan, not you?" Ronnie leans forward, smirking.

I laugh. "Oh, no. I'm a fan, too. But this was my Christmas present for him."

"What's your favorite song?" Mick asks, walking back over with Harry.

"She's a Rainbow," Harry answers, smirking. He kisses my cheek as he sits down beside me. I beam back at him. Fucking face rainbows. He continues, stammering, "And I love Brown Sugar, Paint it Black, Street Fighting Man. I mean, all of them, really."

"What about you, Maddie?" Ronnie pushes. Does he not believe I listen to their music?

I sigh. "That's so hard. I like so many, too. Wild Horses. Angie. Shattered. 19th Nervous Breakdown. Happy," I raise my hand toward Keith.

He grips my wrist, and runs his thumb over my bracelet. "Likes it so much she put it on her bangles." I think that's what he said. Honestly, I'm really not sure.

Harry chuckles, nodding. "I wrote a song for her called Happily." I rotate the bracelet, as I have done thousands of times since I first put it on.

"How long have you two been together?" Mick asks.

"Six months," Harry answers right away. "Six months today." I didn't even realize that. He squeezes my hand. He is a rainbow. I am a rainbow. She's a Rainbow.

Their tour manager comes in and tells them it's time to get ready. Harry shakes their hands again, but I am treated to hugs. Friendly hugs. Mick and I exchange numbers, and he says he will call me when they stop back in LA to join them for a jam session. Like that was a real offer. Oh my god. That was real.

We go out to the already-packed arena and find our seats, led by a security guard. We're in the first row on the floor, just to the left of center. The guard moves the barrier in front of our seats out of the way. Once we are in place, we set down the gift bags the tour manager gave us and fold our arms around each other.

"Baby," Harry breathes out, leaning his forehead against mine. "I can't believe my life right now."

I smile up at him, petting the back of his long hair. "Best day of your life?"

"No," he shakes his head decisively. "The best day of my life is still when you told me you loved me for the first time. And the second best day is still the first time we made love. But this could be third." He nods. "A strong third." He kisses me, his whole body melting against mine. "I love you, Maddie. Thank you."

"You're welcome, my love. I love you so much, Harry. All I want is to make you happy."

"You do," he rubs my back gently. "You make me so happy."

The lights dim, the crowd cheers, and then the iconic drum riff and first chords of "Get Off My Cloud" start playing. The energy in the room is electric. Harry wraps his arms over my shoulder and rests his chin on top of my head. We dance and sing along. They are incredible. The Rolling Stones live are unmatched.

About halfway through the show, Mick walks up to the front of the stage and waves his hand for the crowd to quiet. "We are so excited to be playing here in Sydney!" They go wild again. He waves his arm for them to stop, and they do. "So, we had the great pleasure of meeting the lovely Maddie Turner today." The crowd cheers again. "Where is she?" He covers his eyes as if to block the lights. "Ah, there she is." He and the camera find me at the same time. I smile weakly and wave. "Maddie, would you come on up here?" The audience cheers so loud. It is overwhelming. It almost it feels as if the sound of their screaming and applause is pushing me forward.

Harry pushes me gently. Oh. It's him. "Go!"

I look at him wide-eyed and terrified. But I go, the security guard moving that same barrier and guiding me to a set of stairs on the side of the stage. When I get up there, Mick meets me, leading me back toward the front.

"I'm sure many of you have seen the videos circulating of this one singing," he jabs his thumb at me. The roar in the arena is deafening. "Maddie told me earlier that one of her favorite songs is Wild Horses. It's one of my favorites as well. Maddie, would you help us sing it now?" He pulls a microphone on a stand over in front of where I'm standing.

I shake my head at him slightly, murmuring so only he can hear. "I'm not sure I remember all the words."

Keith has already started playing the opening guitar riff. "It's all right," Mick assures me. "Do your best." He leans close and whispers into my ear, "childhood living." I nod, stepping up to the mic.

I miss the cue but catch up, my singing breathless and ragged, "Childhood living is easy to do. The things you wanted, I bought them for you." Fuck, what's next? My whole body is stiff, my hands rigidly pressed to my legs, and I think I must look like a fucking idiot. Like a fucking amateur. Mick continues, graceless, and I join back in, "lady, you know who I am. You know I can't let you slide through my hands." At the chorus, I find more power, reaching for the mic stand. "'Cause wild horses couldn't drag me away. Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away." I know the second verse the best. It's my favorite. "I watched you suffer, a dull aching pain. Now you've decided to show me the same. No sweeping exits or offstage lines could make me feel bitter, or treat you unkind." As I'm singing these lines, it dawns on me for the first time that this might be about children and not a romantic love. Keith moves forward for his guitar solo, playing right next to me. I watch his hands, smiling at him, moving my hips a little. He chuckles as he steps back. Mick comes over and sings with me for the last verse, gazing right into my eyes. I try to match his power. "I know I dreamed you, a sin and a lie. I have my freedom, but I don't have much time. Faith has been broken, tears must be cried. Let's do some living," I dance with Mick, rolling my hips side to side, and people in the audience whoop, "after we die. Wild horses couldn't drag me away. Wild, wild horses. We'll ride them some day."

As Mick walks back to the center of the stage in the guitar bridge, he waves his arm back toward me, "The lovely and talented Maddie Turner, ladies and gentlemen."

I look up at the screen behind me, the camera scans the cheering arena glittering with lit phones, and then back to me. I look out at the crowd, my eyes welling up with tears. I shake my head and focus on Harry. "Wild horses," I sing the last chorus...alone. I look around at the others in confusion, then continue, "Couldn't drag me away. Wild, wild horses. We'll ride them some day." The response is deafening.

Jesus fucking hell. I am shaking. What an unbelievable moment. I make my wobbling way back down the stairs and into Harry's waiting arms. I kiss him, twining my fingers into his hair.

"What's amazing is that we did not rehearse that. At all," Mick tells the crowd. "We barely met Maddie and her boyfriend this afternoon. Oh. There he is." Harry breaks the kiss. And we are on the large screen. I just had my fucking tongue down his throat on a fucking jumbo-tron. I wipe my mouth and the audience laughs. "They're celebrating 6 months today." The audience awwws. "For the record, he's quite the musician as well. Look them up on YouTube: One Direction."

Harry waves at the camera, his face lit up like the stage. And then he looks at me. And I swear to fucking God, I've never been so happy in my life. His face is full of love and adoration, and the fucking audience sighs again.

"Thanks again, Maddie," Mick says. They continue on with the rest of the set, which is just as incredible as the first half.

At the end of the night, Harry and I sneak out the way we came in, through the VIP entrance, avoiding most of the crowds. My voice is hoarse, my body is sore, and my heart is full as we get back to the hotel. Harry leans against the far wall of the elevator, staring at me intensely as we ascend. He shakes his head, murmuring my name in prayer, "Madelyn." He crosses the small space in two quick strides, pushing me against the mirrored wall and shoving his tongue into my mouth.

I return the kiss, but in between the collision of our lips, I mutter, "Security cameras."

"Shit." He kisses me gently. "Thought we might have another first."

I giggle like a child. Like a dimpled lunatic. Like the dimpled lunatic standing in front of me. "We have a whole lifetime of firsts ahead of us."

He widens his eyes at me for a moment before kissing me again. The elevator slows to a stop. I glance at the digital display. We still have ten floors to go. Harry's lips still slide over mine as the doors open, and he doesn't stop even when the guest waiting in the hallway gasps. I laugh into our kiss. The doors glide shut, and we are left alone in our private little bubble until we reach our floor. Harry shuffles us into the hallway, where he dips down and hoists me over his shoulder. I squeal and steady myself against his lower back as he opens our suite and carries me inside. He grabs my ass with both hands, sliding me down against the closed door. I wrap my legs around his waist. "My sexy girl," he pushes his hips against me. "Wiggling your hips at Mick Jagger."

I laugh. "Mmhm. And Keith."

He kisses me, biting my lower lip gently. "I'll kill them." He's kidding, but his eyes are blazing, the green of his irises darkened with jealousy.

"No need," I slip my tongue into his mouth. "I only have eyes," I kiss his eyebrow. "And ears," I graze his earlobe with my tongue and teeth. He moans. "And lips," I skim my parted lips across his. "And hips for you." I squeeze my legs around him tighter.

"Mmm. Oh, baby. I love you. I need you." His hands release me and slide up, over my breasts, and to my face as he kisses me again, one of those desperate kisses. Like he thinks I might disappear.

"You have me." I pull off his shirt. "Forever." I kiss him again, unbuttoning his jeans as he walks us back to the bed.

He lifts my shirt over my head and gazes into my eyes, that piercing green stare. "You're so beautiful." His fingers trace the top of my bra, raising goosebumps over my chest. "So sweet," he kisses my neck and ear as he slips my bra straps off my shoulders. "So fucking smart," his tongue invades my mouth again. His hands tug at the back of my bra, finally freeing me of its constraints, then caress the sensitized skin of my back and shoulders before cupping my breasts.

I push my jeans and panties down in one motion and climb backwards onto the bed, pushing my laptop and iPad out of the way carelessly. He follows suit, no nude, stripping down as he crawls up to me. He grabs my hips and tips me back against the pillows. I giggle. He leans down, kissing me again, and I trap him against me with my legs and arms. "I love you, Harry," I whisper. "I love you more than I even knew was possible. I love you more every day." He pushes into me, and I moan, lifting my ankles over his shoulders and around his neck. I pull him closer with my legs, kissing him delicately. "And I will never stop loving you."

"Oh, Maddie," he pants, lifting his hips away and thrusting in again. "Oh, baby. I love you." He buries his head against my neck, pinning my knees against my shoulders, and rocks his hips in that slow, agonizing pattern. I can't move my hips in this position, so I grip his shoulders with my fingernails. He moans but continues his steady pace. Fuck. He is sliding deeper with each thrust. And that ache low in my belly begins to build. I want him to move, but there is something beautiful about this torture. My back arches off the bed as I am finally released from that torture, clawing his shoulders and whimpering his name. He runs his hand down the back of my thigh, pushing it down further against me. "Yes, baby. Oh, yes." His hips dip forward in an uneven rhythm as he lets go too. "I love you," he kisses my neck. I untangle my legs from around his neck and stretch them out beneath him. He rubs my hips. "Are you okay, baby?"

I nod, smiling sleepily up at him. "Another first."

He widens his eyes at me again, his smile broad and his dimples deep. "A lifetime of firsts," he whispers.

I push his long hair behind his ear. "Yes, my love. A lifetime."

He kisses me again, a soft slow kiss, his perfect pink lips pressing against mine over and over. And then he nuzzles down against my chest. "A lifetime of happiness," he murmurs.

I pet his hair, my body heavy with the need to sleep. "Mmmm. Nothing in this world makes me as happy as making you happy, Harry."

"You must be very happy." His way of telling me he is very happy. God I love this boy so fucking much.

I drift off to sleep and dream of carousel horses that turn into whales that drag me by my ankles away from Harry, who stands helplessly watching, and I try to scream but it comes out a whisper. I wake with a start in the middle of the night, finding him still wrapped around me. I shift us both onto our sides and snuggle down to sleep on his arm. He pulls me closer and kisses my hair.

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