His Slave

Chapter 21

Harry's P.O.V

I looked over at George relaxed on the couch in one of my hoodies and I couldn't help the smile that twitched my lips. She looked so cute, the knee-high socks accentuated her shapely legs as they were tucked under her while she read. She flipped a page and she bit her lip, her brows furrowing as she became lost in the world she was reading about.

"George?" I watched as she lowered the book. Her deep brown eyes were framed by thick lashes as though they were a masterpiece that belonged in a gallery. She peered over the pages at me before she spoke.

"Yes Sir?"

"Come here Princess." She marked the page in her book and put it down before she stood up and walked over to me, her hips swaying gently as she crossed the small living area situated at the back of our tour bus. She sank gently to her knees and looked up at me. I smiled at her soft face and ran the back of my fingers over her cheek. "Come sit next to me with your book, I want you close to me." I saw a stirring in her eyes as though she was going to protest but in the end she nodded and went to retrieve her book. She climbed onto the sofa beside me and tucked her feet up under her and continued reading.

I looped my arm round her shoulders and pulled her closer, smiling as she leant her head on my shoulder. I saw the boys snickering on the other sofa and rolled my eyes at them. They had all either disposed of or sold their girls and were keeping an eye out for their new ones. Louis had spotted a girl he liked at the concert the night before and so he had invited her backstage only to decide he hadn't liked her. I was nervous to admit that I was actually quite pleased. George had been nothing but tense since we came on tour and I knew that being around the boys so much was the reason for it. I was thankful that we were booked in for a hotel for the next two nights so at least she would have some space to calm down and relax.

Everything was quiet for the next couple of hours, all of us engrossed in our own activities until we pulled up outside the arena we were performing in that night. We climbed out and made our way through to the stage to start our sound check. We sang a few songs and was pleased to see George sat at the side of the stage watching the dancers carefully. She had pretty much nailed the routines so far so she was going to be allowed to start joining them as of tomorrow. I hadn't told her she had been successful yet though, wanting her to keep focusing on behaving herself for now.

We finished our rehearsal smoothly and I was relaxing in my dressing room with George laid with her head on my lap. I was stroking her hair gently as she read her book, both of us waiting for the knock on the door that meant it was time for me to go and perform with the boys.

"What are you going to do while I'm on stage today then Princess?" I asked, seeing her lips twitch up at the pet name.

"I think I'll just stay here and read. Is that okay?" She looked up at me carefully. I had noticed early on that every time she looked at me George would be checking to make sure I wasn't angry. It wasn't my favourite thing to realise since I didn't want her to be scared of me anymore, I just wanted her to love me like I had learnt to love her.

"Of course it is." I smiled and played with her hair some more. "You could come watch us, make sure you've got the choreography down for tomorrow." I smirked as she frowned before she figured it out.

"I'm performing tomorrow?" When I nodded she squealed, pushing herself off the sofa and landing on the floor before she knelt up in front of me. "Really?" I chuckled at her just as there was a knock at the door.

"You coming then?" She nodded and came along with me as we walked out to the stage. I kissed her on the forehead and left her with the security guard that had been assigned to her before I picked up my mic and ran out onto the stage with the rest of my band.