Stupid To Fall For You ~ Harry Styles ~

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The show was amazing. There was a much bigger crowd than the festivals and the time I went to the concert, it was crazy. But the fans all looked so happy. 

The guys were the best though. I will never get over the fact how well they engage with the crowd. They all run off the stage, again all sweaty and gross. 

Before I even get to say a word, Harry lifts me off the ground and spins me around on his arms, pressing his lips against mine. I laughed against his lips and he puts me down but keeps his arm around my waist. 

"Enjoy the show?" He asks as we start walking down the hall, towards their dressing room. 

"Loved it! You guys are so fun to watch!" I reply, making them all laugh. 

Once we get into the dressing room, Louis rushes into the bathroom while the rest of us sit on the couch or in Niall and Zayn's case, the chairs. 

"Glad you enjoyed it." Harry says, pressing a kiss to my head as he rests his arm along the back of the couch. 

"So, are we all going out tonight?" Liam asks. 

"I'm going to go back to the hotel tonight." Zayn says, running a hand through his hair. 

"Alright then, just the rest of us I guess. But your coming next time!" Liam points to Zayn, making him laugh and nod his head. 

"Ok, well after we shower, we're leaving." Liam says, now pointing to me. 

"Why the hell are you pointing at me? I am going to be the one who is ready!" I defend, making them all laugh as Louis walks out of the bathroom in clean clothes with damp hair.

After 15 minutes, they have all finally showered and we left the concert venue. I have to be honest, I find it funny how they work cause they have a little system. Like, Louis will shower first, then Liam, then Zayn, then Niall and lastly Harry. 

By the time we got to whatever club we were going to, it was about 11:30. The second the car is parked, paparazzi is swarming the car. Harry sighs and shakes his head. 

"Can you guys go first to distract them? Vada isn't ready for the pap, we haven't really had a chance to talk about it." Harry leans over me to ask them. 

All their eyes slightly widen but regardless, the nod. They hop out of the car and the screaming only gets louder. I didn't even think of it, there are probably fans there too. 

"No, no, no! You have to go with them! There's fans too who want to meet you-" I start but he interrupts me. 

"Vada, stop. They will get their pictures with the rest of the boys, it's ok. I'm not leaving you." He reassures me and I hesitantly nod. After a couple more minutes, the paparazzi had left the car, following the boys to the front of the club. 

"Ready?" Harry asks. I nod and we get out of the car, quickly going over to the side door that is not surrounded by paparazzi. 

Once we get in, the club is packed but everyone is drunk so one is recognizing Harry. We meet the guys by the bar, where they are all smiling and drinking a beer. 

"Pass me one." I say, taking the bottle out of Harry's hands that he just grabbed, making him laugh.

I wouldn't say I was drunk, but I definitely wouldn't say I was sober either. I was tipsy. I was still aware of everything around me, I was just more carefree. 

Suddenly, a song starts blasting through the speakers that I recognize but I don't know the name of it. 

"Oh! Someone dance with me!" I shout over the music. 

I grab Harry's hand and drag him into the middle of the club. I start dancing around, still holding Harry's hand while slurring some of the words that I think I know. 

"Vay, how drunk are you?" Harry asks, laughing. 

"I'm actually not drunk, Harry. I am tipsy." I tell him, stopping my movements and pointing at him. "What about you? You seem tipsy too!" He laughs and places his hands on my waist, pulling me towards him. 

"I am very sober actually, you took all my beer remember?" He tells me, making me laugh. 

He then leans down and brushes his lips against mine. He pulls back but I go on my tippy toes and kiss him again, slightly biting his bottom lip as I pull away. 

"Tease." Harry whispers to me with a smirk, making me laugh. 

"Come on, let's go get the guys! We should have a dance battle!" I tell him excitedly as I start pulling him through the crowd, our hands connected. 

"No, we should not do that." Harry laughs. 

"Party pooper!" I tell him, pouting. 

"No, no matter how much you pout. I will not engage in your dance battle!" Harry tells me, laughing as he speaks. 

"Your boring, Haz." I tell him, making him laugh again.

"Oh! Niall!" I say as we reach the bar. He turns around and smiles at me. 

"Vada!" He shouts. 

"Let's have a dance battle!" I tell him excitedly. 

"Ohh yeahhh! Come on!" He stands up and I follow him onto the floor, dragging Harry along with me no matter how many times he protests. 

We made it into the middle of the crowd and me and Niall start jumping around, while Harry laughs at us. I tried to get him to dance along with me, but I couldn't which kinda sucked. 

"Wait!" I freeze my jumping. "What time is it?" Harry checks his watch for me before meeting my eyes again. 

"It's 12:30, you wanna go?" He asks. I laugh and shake my head. 

"No way!" I shout, jumping again. Me and Niall continued to dance around for a bit, Louis and Liam joining us after a little. 

Once the clock hit 1:30, a wave of exhaustion washed over me. Like before, the boys left first, all of them sobered up enough to deal with the paparazzi. I was pretty sober too, hence the tiredness. 

Me and Harry leave through the side door, running towards the car so we're not spotted by the paparazzi. 

It kinda sucks that we have to do this, but what can we do about it? My boyfriend is world famous, obviously he's going to be photographed. 

Once we get in the car, I rest my head on Harry's shoulder as he rubs his thumb over my the jean material on my legs. He kisses my forehead before resting his head on top of mine while I shut my eyes.

That was fun.

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