Harry Styles Imagines

You fall asleep bsckstage

It had been a long week already, and it was only Wednesday. You finally got off from university for spring break today and had immediately got on a three hour flight to fly to the location where One Direction would be performing that night as soon as you had finished your last class. You hadn't seen Harry in nearly two months and you both had been so excited when you told him you'd join him and the boys on tour for the couple weeks you had off from school. Of course Harry had offered to come back and visit you in between shows, but you couldn't make him do that. It also would be nice to get away for a little bit and join in the excitement of traveling and watching the boys perform.
And there was definitely not a dull moment from the moment you walked out of the airport and stepped into the car that Harry had come in to pick you up. Of course, he wasn't driving and you were both joined by a couple security guards, but still, it was Harry. And although you were exhausted from countless hours spent studying for your midterms over the past week or so and the bumpy flight that made it difficult to sleep, the feeling you got as soon as you saw Harry's face made you forget all of that. And the smiles that lit up both of your faces made you feel as though you weren't at all sleep-deprived and exhausted. And everything was worth it, and everything was good again.
"God I missed you so much," Harry murmured as he pulled you into him in the backseat of the black SUV that was now on its way back to the hotel. You buried your head into his t-shirt as you stretched out onto him, arms around his torso, both of his hands on the back of your head and his chin just inches above it.
"I love you so much," you mumbled into his shirt, almost inaudible. Harry laughed at how cute you were, just so unbelievably happy to be back with his person. It was the most beautiful sound to yours ears, hearing him laugh again in person, and you smiled as you finally sat up to look at his face.
"Hi baby," Harry smiled before kissing your lips sweetly, his hands on either side of your face.
"Hi baby," you responded in the same tone, making him laugh again. And you both spent the rest of the car ride laughing as you talked, holding each other tightly.
It was already late afternoon by the time you made it back to the hotel, so everything from that point was a rush to get the boys in the bus and off to the venue to get ready for their show that night.
"S'great to have you here, Y/N. The twinkle is finally back in Harry's eyes," Liam laughed as you all sat on the tour bus on the short ride to the venue.
Harry laughed, and you smiled up at him. "Oh yeah, that twinkle wasn't there the last time we skyped," you commented, jokingly. Harry kissed the top of your head as you laid it back on his chest and wrapped your arms around him, his around you.
And it wasn't until you heard movement shortly after that you realized you must have fallen asleep, not surprisingly. You were exhausted. But you had also been looking forward to seeing the boys perform again, because it had been so long, so you had to try to stay awake. Harry smiled at you as he pulled you up and didn't let go of your hand as you made your way into the venue.
You loved hanging out in the dressing room with Harry and everyone before their shows. Everyone was so goofy and excited and the atmosphere was so fun. And this venue was great, too, because you'd be able to sit up in a box overlooking the whole stadium with a great view of your boyfriend. So you headed up there with some of the other boys' girlfriends and family after giving Harry a quick kiss and wishing him luck before they hit the stage.
And you danced and sang out the lyrics with the others, smiling when you'd notice Harry glance up and wave in your direction.
As you heard the notes of the final song before the encore start to play, you and some of the others started to head backstage so that you could see the boys quickly before they went back onstage to perform the final few songs to the crowd. You timed it perfectly so that they had just finished singing the song right when you got backstage again, and Harry had a grin on his face when he walked over to where you were standing, leaning in to give you a sweaty hug.
"You guys sound amazing, as always. You sound extra sexy, Mr. Styles," you laughed as he finally pulled back from the hug.

"Oh yeah? S'just for you, lovely," Harry smiled, kissing your cheek quickly before getting ready to get back onstage. "See you in a bit," he told you as he started to walk back toward the stage, giving you a wink.
What a life, you thought. Just your boyfriend telling you he'll see you in a bit as he walks back onstage to perform in front of tens of thousands of people. Typical.
You were about to head back up to your seat to watch the boys perform the last few songs, but then you noticed the huge and inviting couch that sat in a small room just off to the side of the one you were standing in. It just looked so comfy, you thought you'd just try it out and see if it was as comfy as it looked. Then you'd go back to watch the show.
But as soon as you sat down on one of the giant cushions, all hope was lost. You found it to definitely be as comfortable as it looked. So comfortable, actually, the idea of getting up seemed just too unpleasant. So maybe you'd just sit here awhile longer...
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Almost half an hour later, the boys were saying their final thank you's to the fans as they ran up the stage. Harry was in such a good mood, even better than usual after finishing a show. They had just performed so well, the crowd was awesome and seemed like they were having a great time, and now he got to go back to being with you.
As Harry and the rest of One Direction arrived backstage and everyone was hugging and congratulating them on an amazing show, Harry immediately noticed that you weren't there as you always were after his shows that you'd attended. His brows furrowed as he started to worry about you like he often did.
"Has anyone seen Y/N?" Harry asked to no one in particular, just hoping that someone would know where his girlfriend was.
"Last time I saw her she was walking into the next room over," Lou told him.
Harry, confused, immediately walked to the room, separated only by a short hallway. And he felt his heart swell as he walked into the room. It consisted only of a couch and a TV that was currently off. And there you were, lying down in the middle of the couch, looking more adorable than he'd ever seen you, fast asleep. Harry smiled hugely as he walked over to sit down next to you. He hated having to wake you up but they were always rushed to leave the venue right away after a show so that they wouldn't be swarmed by fans and paparazzi.
Harry lightly kissed your cheek before stroking it and whispering your name. When you didn't respond, he said your name a little more loudly as he heard everyone rushing around in the next room over.
"Mmm?" You mumbled, not completely awake yet.
"Baby we have to go, the show is over. I hate to wake you but it's time, love. We can sleep as soon as we get on the bus," Harry told you quietly, as he began attempting to pull you up, unsuccessfully.
You finally opened your eyes slightly, frowning in disorientation.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to miss the end of the show, I don't know what happened," you told him sincerely, eyes wide.
"Shh it's okay, everything's okay, little one. No worries at all, I know you're exhausted," he promised with a reassuring smile. "We really do have to go, though."
"Yeah okay, sorry," you responded, but you hadn't even had a chance to get all the way off the couch before Harry had swooped you up into his arms and started carrying you bridal style to the next room over and out the door to the tour bus that was waiting.
"Harry!" You laughed, surprised because it was very rare that he would carry you. "I can walk," you tried to protest, but also happy that you didn't have to right now.
"Hush now," Harry said, smiling down at you. You returned the smile as he somehow managed to carry you up onto the tour bus and toward his bunk bed. He laid you down gently before taking off your shoes, and then his own, and hopping in bed with you, pulling the curtain across the side of it so you could have your privacy.
"Sleep, my love," Harry whispered into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you, so happy to have you back with him.
"Okay, I love you," you told him quietly, already fading back into unconsciousness, your body wrapped around his.
Harry smiled as he held you, stroking your hair with one of his large hands. He wasn't tired at all now because of the exhilaration of being onstage, but he wanted nothing more than to lie next to you right now. Even if you weren't awake.
"I love you most," Harry whispered to you, already fast asleep. And he lay there, holding you, until he finally drifted to sleep himself, completely content.