Please please please. I beg of you to write bel and Harry sitting and looking at the banner after the concert and she just holds him while he cries.💗💗🤤🤤🤤
The last night at Madison Square Garden. A boa wrapped around every person’s neck including your own, yours extra special because it came from Harry’s wardrobe and he wrapped it around you himself. He also used it to pull you in close to shower you in kisses minutes before he needed to be rolled in his infamous ‘soft goods’ box under the stage.
“Buena suerte, mi amor,” you mumbled against his lips, hating that you had to let him go.
“I’ll look for you,” he promises.
“I know you will.”
With a fan kiss and lovely tap to sparkly ass he was out the door and into the box.
It would be a night to remember.
//
Harry put his heart into every song, it could be felt through the arena as the audience sang back to him. You watched the show with Glenne at your side. You danced and sang all night long. Even with the return of a special song. Harry wanted to give New York a final surprise as he said goodbye. He was thankful for how kind and welcoming the staff was to him and his team.
You were happy to be with Harry to experience this momentous moment with him. As Harry finished singing, the lights dimmed when a female voice rang clear.
It was Gayle King, rainbow boa draped over her shoulders smiling widely at Harry. She began to thank him for 15 amazing nights. That he was walking happiness and sunshine. Something you wholeheartedly believed.
“To commemorate your time here because you’ve accomplished something no one has ever done. Madison Square Garden is presenting you with a banner for playing 15 consecutive nights with us.”
The camera’s pan to Harry as he watches the flag being lifted. The tears are running down his face, as he takes in a career changing moment. You can’t stop the tears, wanting to run up the stage to tackle him in a hug. That you’re proud of him and love him.
He’s the best person you know. He deserves this.
“This is ours.” Harry tells the audience. “When you all leave I’m coming back to stare at it all night.”
//
After the show, the first person Harry saw was you. He ran straight into your waiting arms as he spun you around.
“You were amazing, mi amor.”
“Thank you for being here.”
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I love you, my rockstar.”
“Love you too.”
//
It’s hours later when Harry walks you out from backstage to the lower bowl seats to sit down and stare up at his banner. That will forever be displayed at Madison Square Garden. Backstage everyone showed Harry twice the amount of love than he usually receives after the show. You were lucky to steal a minute with him but you were too proud to mind. As all the goodbyes began Harry snuck you out.
Now sitting staring up at his name in bold letters, you’re not surprised as Harry’s tears begin to fall as the dust begins to settle for him. You don’t say anything as you feel him lean in closer to you. His tears wet your shirt but you don’t mind. Instead, you pull him closer as much as you can in these tight seats, letting him get out all his emotions as you stare up into the rafters.
“I’m insanely proud of you, H. And I know you’ve been hearing it all night long but I wanted to say it too.” You whisper as the last remaining crew finishes wheeling out the last of items going to be driven over to Texas.
“Means everything coming from you,” he replies in a husky voice.
“It means the world to share this moment with you, Harry. You’re going to tell future generations this story.”
Harry nods, “you’ll tell it with me?”
You don’t stop your tears at the thought of years down the line sitting in front of young children and telling them how on September 21st Harry made history here in New York.
“If you want me there?”
“I’ll always want you.” He promises. “You’re important to me, too. I want to see even the most important, but I know you’ll fight me on that.”
You giggle, “not tonight. Give you the moon if you ask for it.”
“Only want your love.”
“You have it. You always will.”
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