love at coachella
Description - a journey of the moments that built up to Coachella
A/N - this is a fic dedicated to the monumental moment of harry performing at coachella. i’m so proud and happy for him - he owns the world <3
warnings : smut (only in last entry), swearing, angst
17th June 2020
The call came at 2 A.M. in the morning.
Your head was safely tucked into Harry’s neck as you both slept soundly. Harry’s head rested on top of yours and his tattooed arm cradled you into his side, pulling you as close as comfortably possible.
“H.” You said softly, the letter barely coming out of your mouth from the morning gruffness.
You pushed him with the hand on his chest, trying to wake him up from the deep sleep he was clearly in. The touch of your cold hand on his warm chest was enough to wake him up.
“Hmm?” He spoke, clearly confused, before hearing the ring of his phone from the bedside table. “Fuck sake.” He groaned, removing his arm from around you to twist his body over and reach for his phone.
He lay back down in bed, scooping his arm around you to pull you back onto his chest. He liked having you near him at all times, not having any issues with personal space. If you were sat on a sofa watching a movie together, you were practically sat on top of one another. If you were sat at dinner together, you always sat on the same side of the table. If you were waiting in a queue somewhere, you’d always be within millimetres of one another. You hated space when it came to being with one another.
“’Lo?” Harry grumbled, his morning voice causing instant butterflies in your stomach.
“Who is it?” You whispered to him.
“Jeff.” He answered you, before returning to the call. “Mhm. Yeah, yeah. Oh shit really? Mhm. Mhm. Uh, yeah sure. I’d love to. No, I’m sure the missus would be okay with it too. Alright bud, see you later. Bye.”
Harry hung up and placed the phone on his chest, turning to you with a grinning smile. He kept looking at you for a few moments before you realised he was waiting for you to say something.
“What am I ‘okay’ with?” You asked, reaching a hand up his face to brush away a curl from his forehead.
“I just got a summer job for 2022.” He answered, leaving you with more questions than answers.
“What? Are you heading back to the bakery?” You joked, making him laugh. He turned over so he could wrap you in both of his arms, tugging you so infinitely close to him. Now you had to lift your chin up high to look at him, whilst he looked down with his three double chins. You leant up a bit higher to kiss him on his chins, before snuggling back down to listen to him.
“No, but that would be cool too. Instead, I am now headlining Coachella.” He said so calmly, as if he was expecting you to just sit down quietly about it.
“Coachella? Like America’s Glastonbury?” You shot up off his body, nearly knocking him out in the process, sitting up on your knees and towering above. him.
“Yes baby, that Coachella.” He giggled.
“You? Coachella?”
“Baby, are you okay?” He laughed again, worried at how this was not catching on for you.
You stood up on the bed and started jumping up and down on the mattress, Harry’s body springing up and down as you did so. “My boyfriend is headlining at Coachella!” You screamed to nobody but the world.
“Alright, alright. Now sit down before you bloody kill me or worse, yourself.” Harry’s hands moved to the back of your legs for support, worried in case you fell over.
You knelt back down and immediately hovered your body over Harry’s, leaning down to give him a huge and rewarding kiss. You pushed deep into his lips, not giving a second thought about morning breathe, and kissed him because you were the proudest girlfriend in existence. Harry was taken aback, you could tell, but then sunk in to the kiss and grabbed your back to pull you flat onto his chest. He embraced you like he would never let you go, biting your lip to allow him to slip his tongue into where he wanted you most.
“Mm I love you.” You mumbled against his lips, making the kiss enjoyably messy.
“And I love you more.” Harry mushed back.
“Well I love you most.” You argued back, pulling away from his cherry swollen lips to get your point across. “And don’t argue with me on this one today. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve achieved. This is huge for you H and you deserve this after years of hard work. So I’m allowed to love you a little more than you love me today, because you are so incredible.”
Harry’s hand reached for the back of your neck, pulling you back to give you a slow and longing kiss. It was different to the one before, making sure it was filled with love rather than passion.
“But I’ll love you more tomorrow.” He whispered.
“I don’t doubt that you will.”
29th November 2021
“I can’t do this.”
Harry spoke as he paced the kitchen from one side to the other. You, Harry, Jeff and Molly were currently in Molly’s house to prepare things for next years Coachella. It was coming around sooner than you thought. You weren’t here to help so to say, but more for moral support.
Harry had some big decisions to work though today, because Coachella needed details of equipment to know how to set up the stages. Musical arrangements needed to be worked out and the biggest of all; finding someone to bring out as a surprise act. The problem, however wasn’t with finding someone, the problem was turning people down. Loads of celebrities had reached out to ask whether they could potentially be a part of his act and now Harry was left with the hard decision of choosing who to let down.
“I mean, you’ve performed with Stevie before babe. I’m sure she wouldn’t be offended if you said no.” You were trying to help, but it seemed like every time someone said something it all got worse for him.
“But she’s like my second mother.”
“Let’s not tell Anne that.” Jeff tried to joke, but Harry didn’t laugh.
“Ugh!” He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face as if this was the end of the world.
“He’s having one of those ‘why-do-I-have-to-be so-famous moments’.” You spoke to Molly, but allowed everyone in the room to still hear you.
“That’s not funny.” Harry said calmly, looking at you as if this was not the right time to bring up this conversation. Then the conversation took a turn for the worst. “If you’re not going to help, just go.”
You were slightly taken aback by the tone he used with you. Yes, he was stressed and had a right to be, but no he was not allowed to take that out on you. You understood how difficult and hard this decision is, especially since Harry’s the kindest human being you know, but you weren’t going to stand for the kind of behaviour he just used towards you.
You weren’t joking when you spoke to Molly moments ago. He often went through these phases of wanting to be anything but an international superstar, and you supported him through that because you understood how challenging it got sometimes to be the very best. However, when he spoke to you like that it just made you more aware that fame can change people and it scares you to think that Harry could change his personality to one of an asshole just to fit into the A-list lifestyle. That wasn’t you and you would never understand it.
“Fine, I might as well.” You said abruptly, turning around to grab your tote bag from the kitchen counter.
“Y/N-” Harry sighed.
“No Harry. Just don’t. If you want to be a self-absorbed asshole then go ahead, but it doesn’t mean you get to speak to me like that.” You told him, before walking out of the kitchen door and then following out of the front door too.
You walked past the car that Harry had driven you both here in and onto the pavement. You were aware that you were nowhere near the area that you and Harry lived in, but Molly did live near a small town centre where there was bookshops, art galleries and most importantly coffee shops. You had your favourite coffee shop too, ‘The Green Bean’, where you and Molly had been on various coffee dates whilst the boys worked.
The café was relatively quiet, only a few people sitting down to have a warm drink whilst they checked emails or read their books. There were a variety of cakes on display, from hot and buttery croissants to lemon meringue pies. They were all mouthwatering, but all you really wanted was a hot caramel latte.
After you’d ordered and sat down on the sofa in the corner, you took out your latest read from your bag and began to read. Reading had always calmed you down whenever you were stressed or sad. Romance books were such a comfort to you, although Harry teased you all the time because he could apparently love you better than any of your book boyfriends and girlfriends could. Thinking about him, though, just made you upset, so you focused on your book and your delicious coffee.
It was not until fifteen minutes later that he rushed in looking for you.
You heard him crash into the café door, pulling you away from your book. Your latte was nearly finished beside you. He caught sight of you almost immediately and you watched his shoulders drop in relief that you were in front of him.
Instead of greeting him, you went back to your book.
He didn’t say anything to you, but just sat on the sofa next to you. His fingers twirled around his others, a clear sign that he was nervous to speak to you. He often got jittery when he had to apologise to you because he was scared of getting it wrong and making the situation worse. Of course you wouldn’t give him the silent treatments forever, but you did need to make a point of how upset he had made you.
“Look, you don’t have to say anything. I’m just going to say my piece and then I’ll go. Now, before I apologise, which I will, please don’t walk off like that again without telling me where you’re going. That scared the fuck outta me. I’m perfectly okay with you being all ‘you’re a dick’ but then just text me to tell me where you’ve gone. I was worried about you, okay?” He didn’t wait for you to reply. “And I’m sorry. I was a dick, you’d be right. I was rude and obnoxious. I had no right to speak to you like that. Cut off my balls, I don’t care, but I am sorry.”
You made no movement, working through everything in your head first.
“Okay, well. I am going to go, but I am sorry. I love you by the way.”
He got out of the sofa, breathing shakily, before walking out of the café again as if all of this didn’t matter enough to stay and fix it. At least that’s how it looked to anyone else. To you, you appreciated him so much more before he knew you well enough to know you liked and needed your own space. You liked thinking things through by yourself. You loved that he knew you so well.
“Oh, you dick.” You muttered under your breathe over your boyfriends charms, before gathering your stuff up and walking out of the café yourself.
You saw him walking up ahead, hands in his pockets and head down so he was less obvious to the public. It made you feel bad that he couldn’t even walk around a small town without the anxiety of being seen. He valued his own privacy and yet it wasn’t something that was in his control anymore.
You picked up the pace as you walked to catch up with him and his long strides. You assumed he walked all the way here, just as you had, because you didn’t spot his car anywhere around here. That mean that he had been walking around all over the place just to find you and apologise to you, which made your heart beat faster for him.
When you reached him, you looped your arm around one of Harry’s and leaned your head onto his arm. It was your silent way of telling him that everything was okay between you two and that you forgave him. He knew you hated confrontation and sad moments, so he smiled widely to himself and kissed the top of your head for as long as three Mississippi’s.
“Shania Twain and Mick Fleetwood.” You told him the names of the two people you believed should perform with him at Coachella, knowing he would understand what you meant.
“I agree.”
“You’ve already contacted them both, haven’t you?”
“You know me too well, darling.” He laughed to himself and he guided you both back to the house, knowing you would both be okay.
3rd March 2022
It was outfit fittings day.
You and Harry had to fly out to Italy, to the headquarters of Gucci, in order to try on the outfits that Alessandro Michelle had prepared so that they could be tailored perfectly.
Walking down the streets of Italy, you were a little chillier than usual. The weather was normally lovely this time of year, but for some reason the country was having a cold spell and it meant that instead of wearing small skirts and vest tops it was better to wear jeans and a jumper. You were wearing a three-quarter length dress in a baby blue colour that had lots of tiny pale pink flowers on it. Harry had given you his hoodie that he had been wearing, after seeing how cold you were. It was a white sweater with a small rainbow embroidered on the front that smelt divinely of him.
“Was this the jumper Gem made?” You asked, walking hand in hand, fingers intertwined, with Harry down the street.
“Yeah. Did it when she was on her sewing spree in lockdown.”
“Oh yeah, ‘cause she made you that Jennifer Anniston shirt right?”
“Yeah and then you went and stole it. Never saw it again.” He pretended to argue, squeezing your hand to let you know it was just a joke.
“I’ll make you another one.”
“You already sewed me a tote bag, with those ‘late night talking’ lyrics on it. And you know it’s my favourite.” He pulled your closer for a moment to kiss the top of your head softly.
“Yeah, about that. Shouldn’t you be more inconspicuous about your new albums’ lyrics?”
“I should, but you shouldn’t have then made me my favourite bag.” He explains like it’s your fault, but you don’t care because you love how he loves the bag so much.
Another few minutes walk and you have made it to the fitting headquarters. Harry holds the door open for you as you walk in first and greet Alessandro.
“Ah, hello my beautiful.” Alessandro brings you in for a hug and kisses both of your cheeks.
“Hello again.” You smile, moving out of the way to wave hello to some other people as Harry shuts the door behind him and greets Alessandro in the same way.
“Hi my angel.” Alessandro greets your Harry as he always does.
You spot Harry Lambert from across the room and walk swiftly over to him and embrace him in a long-time needed hug. You haven’t seen each other in months, due to covid rules, only seeing each other on FaceTime so it was lovely to be able to see him in person again.
“How’s Italy treating you so far? You look amazing!” Lambert spoke to you, complimenting how lovely your tan was and radiant your skin was looking.
“Thank you hun! I feel amazing too! Italy is so lovely. We’ve been staying at Harry’s house up by the coast.” You explained, knowing that Lambert would know where you mean seeing as he has been plenty of times before.
“Lucky. I’m staying in this gorgeous hotel a bit further down the coastline, but it’s not as homely as angel sue’s.”
“Well, you’re free to stay over any time you want. You know that.” You offered, due to Harry’s house having about seven bedrooms just in case the whole family was over.
It was a beautiful house, don’t get anything wrong, but sometimes it felt a bit too big for just two people. Originally it had been bought because Harry was going to make his new album in it and there would be a lot of people, however he ended up staying in London instead to record and therefore it remained an empty shell. Harry was going to sell it, but you’d persuaded him to keep it for holidays together and then a future second home for when you two start building your own family. He liked that idea. He liked it a lot. So you kept the house.
“I might take you up on that. I’ll text you to sort it out.”
“Yeah, no worries.” You shrugged your shoulders like it was no big deal and went to stand to the side as your Harry remained saying hello to people. You didn’t know everyone like Harry did, so you left him to do his job whilst you remained a wallflower to admire him.
It took a couple of minutes for introductions, before Alessandro guided you off to the showroom. Harry came over to you first to grab your hand so you could walk with him.
The room was huge and historical. It had rugged stone walls, with a stone-cherub filled ceiling. It was beautiful and ethereal. You couldn’t keep your eyes off the room decor, plants everywhere and a large velvet green sofa you could already see yourself having a nap on. It was moments like this where you had to step back and admire that this really was your life.
“Okay angel.” Alessandro started, walking to a desk to pick up the sketch designs. You kept ahold of Harry’s hand but stayed behind him as he was talked through the various options.
“Ooh I like that one.” He pointed to a midnight blue suit which was details with tiny crystals along the cuffs and the hemming. “What do you think, baby?” He always asked for your opinion, stating it was the most important.
“I love it, for sure, but I don’t think it screams Coachella. Y’know?” You explained your thoughts, earnings nods and agreements from other members of the styling team.
“What about this one?” Lambert opted in, showing an outfit similar to that of Nashville night 2 from Love on Tour except this time it was a lilac colour.
“Yes and you could wear the waistcoat open?” Alessandro suggested, as a way of making it more festival attire-like.
“I’m not sure.” Harry hummed.
“If you’re not sure, it’s a no.” Alessandro stated, not offended at all but just making sure this decision process is as easy as possible. He liked it when his clients were critical, because it gave him margins for improvement. Plus, what one client doesn’t like another client will love.
“Maybe save that one for the Europe leg of Love on Tour?” You suggested and instantly noticed Harry perk up.
“Agreed.” He nodded, earning a secondary nod from Alessandro.
“Which one do you like then, love?” Harry asked you.
You let go of his hand and sifted through the designs. Some of them were far too crazy and some were a little too simple. There was just one that you thought was exactly right. It was shaped similar to the outfit from the ‘As It Was’ music video but was in a variety of multicoloured sequins. It was very bold and very Harry. It screamed TPWK and that is exactly the message that Harry is all about, yet it was also very festival-like. It was just perfect.
“This is the one.” You pointed to it and instantly everyone agreed, not just because they felt like they had to but genuinely because it was the perfect fit.
“You coming after my job L/N?” Lambert joked, making everyone laugh and you simply blush.
“Not as good as you yet Lambert. But do watch out.” You replied, only messing around with him.
“Perfect! Now let’s try on!”
5th April 2022
Rehearsals were going great.
Harry was still figuring out the final logistics of his set list, but the practicing of vocals and arrangements were going really well. Everyone in the team were over in California at the moment, discussing all the paperwork and tiny details that Harry would forget about otherwise.
It was currently 1P.M. and you were meeting Harry for lunch. He had been in rehearsals all morning, so he wanted to see you for a little bit before he had to go to meetings in the afternoon.
You arranged to meet at your favourite beach in Malibu, opposite your favourite smoothie bar. It was a place that you and Harry had gone on your first date and where you went for your anniversaries. You both loved it very much which is why you kept on going back.
A yellow car pulled up beside yours and out got your gorgeous boyfriend. He was wearing the same yellow shirt he had for the Watermelon Sugar music video, because he knew you loved it. He smiled when he saw you sitting in your car, walking over whilst you gathered your belongings and reached for your beach bag from the back. He opened your door and you turned to get out, taking Harry’s hand that he so kindly offered.
“Thank you.” You said once you were out, giving him a grateful kiss to his lips. “You alright?”
“Better now. So tired.” He said, reaching his hands up over his head to stretch as he let out a loud yawn. Sleepy lion.
“Shouldn’t have stayed up so late then.”
“Shouldn’t have bought new lingerie then.”
“I didn’t buy it for you.”
“Worked a charm on me though, I tell you now.” He huffed, trying not to think too much about how amazing you looked in the new lingerie whilst in public. He knew he’d end up with a hard-on otherwise that would not go down without your help - even his own hand was useless now.
You locked the car, before walking off in the direction of the smoothie hut. After putting your keys in your bag, Harry took it as the opportunity to hold your hand and walk with you. He liked being this close with you in public, not being able to do it as often as he liked.
“What you feeling like today?” You asked, talking about the smoothies.
“Probably a kale smoothie.”
“I do hate you sometimes.” You joked.
“Why?” He pouted, knowing you were only messing around.
“You have a longer lasting relationship with kale than with me.” You laughed and he laughed too, because Harry did love his kale. Especially from this shop.
“No-one said it was a better relationship though.”
“No-one has to say it.”
He tried to push you away but you weren’t going anywhere, especially when he forgot that his hand was still closely attached to yours. He held the door open for you and after you’d wandered in he held the door open for another customer behind him. He was the King of being polite.
You ordered Harry’s kale smoothie and then yourself a tropical smoothie, before paying and leaving the bar again.
“Thanks for treating me.” Harry thanked you, taking a sip from his smoothie.
“Anytime, bubs.” You meant it, loving when you got to splash some money on the person you loved most. It made you feel like you were important and needed, something that was lacking in your younger-selfs’ life. “Good?”
“Mhm.” He nodded his head, rolling his eyes in delight.
You both walked side by side as you walked down the boardwalk and onto the sandy beach. The sand was perfectly soft whilst being warm, but not too hot. It was everything you dreamed of. Harry held your sandals for you, as he had finished his smoothie on the walk down, whilst his trainers remained on for simplicity.
Harry lead you both over to the sand, watching the sun high in the sky burn away at some people’s skin. There were a few people surfing in the sea, or at least trying to. Some children tried to build sandcastles, but the sand wasn’t stable enough to do so. There were some other couples that were wandering around, but for the most part it was quiet and peaceful. The only sounds that were loud were the seagulls and the crashing waves, both only adding to the peace.
Harry sat down on the ground first.
“C’mere.” He patted the space in between his legs and so you sat down yourself and leaned back against his chest. His arms sank in the sand behind him as they tried to stabilise himself.
“Am I too heavy? I can move.” You asked, sitting up slightly.
“No, you’re fine. Lay back down. I want you there.” He replied, feeling comforted when you leant back against his soft chest. He rested his chin on the top of your head, letting your drink your smoothie as you both people watched.
A couple walked past, clearly in love, holding hands as they wandered off down the beach.
“Do you think people look at us and know we’re in love?” You asked, assuming Harry had just been watching the couple too.
“I’d hope so with the amount of love I try to express towards you.” He moved his chin off your head so he could speak.
“I think they do.” You hummed in agreement, taking another sip of your fruity but sweet smoothie.
“They were definitely in love.” Harry spoke about the previously passing couple.
“Does that ever give you inspiration? Y’know, to write songs?”
“What? Seeing other people in love?” He asked to make sure.
“Yeah.”
“No, not really.” He answered honestly. “Well, I mean it used to. Before I met you.”
You turned your head to look up at him, seeing him all upside down. He was funny to look at this way, but the words he had just spoken made you fall for him that little bit harder. You thought it would be impossible to have your heart completely owned by someone other than yourself, yet Harry owns yours entirely.
“So, I’m your only inspiration?”
“As of right now, yes.” He nodded, looking away from and off into the distance. You took advantage of this and leaned up to give a few kisses to his under chin. He hummed in delight at the feeling, before turning back to face you and give you a few kisses to the lips. He tasted just like his smoothie - delicious.
“I love you.” You whispered, pulling away to tell him that important message.
“I’m glad.” He joked.
“Do you love me too?”
“I love your heart. I love how I feel when I’m with you. I love that you inspire me. The world is better, having you in it, and I’m lucky I get to call you my love."
“Damn. I must be something special.” You laughed to yourself.
“That you are, Y/N L/N.”
15th April 2022
Today was the big day.
It was both terrifying and exciting and magical and nerve-wracking. Harry was exactly the same with his feelings. Nervous, but so happy. He had done his last rehearsal last night, noticing this morning that someone had heard and posted some clips. It had only built tension and suspense though, so Jeff and the management hadn’t done anything to control it.
You’d had dinner with the entire team, and even Shania Twain, before getting ready separately. You hadn’t seen Harry since dinner. He had gone to Coachella to get his outfit and makeup sorted out, whilst you stayed in the nearby hotel to sort yourself out. You were wearing a skirt in the same sequins and fabric as Harry’s outfit for tonight, with a black laced body suit underneath to match with your black Doc. Martens. Your makeup was bold and colourful, with tiny gems scattered around your eyes. You felt and looked amazing.
Coachella ready, some would say.
Harry had ordered you an Uber to the event, so at 10P.M. you were in the car and off to the venue. You were allowed through a backstage entrance to avoid the long queues.
You were directed towards the main stage at Coachella, after being informed that Harry would be there soon. The crowd was singing like crazy for Daniel Caesar, you humming to yourself since you enjoyed some of his music. You stood off to the side, noticing how large the crowd was and feeling a little overwhelmed at how big and crazy this all was.
“No. I’m not going on stage until I see Y/N. I swear to God Jeff, I won’t.” You heard Harry’s voice travel from around the corner. You laughed to yourself at how needy he was, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Buddy, you know you can’t do that.” Jeff replied.
“Has someone even checked where Y/N is?” Lambert asked, chipping in to the conversation.
You walked around the corner, noticing how there was a big group of them crowding behind the stage. You noticed Lambert and his bleached hair first, then a twinkling of lights being reflected off of Harry’s outfit made you aware of. his presence.
He looked fucking incredible.
Harry’s House vibe was supposedly the 70s, so it was magical to see that spirit come to life with his clothes. He looked like a disco ball on crack and it was just the best sight to see. Your skirt matched perfectly and you would have to thank Alessandro for making you both look as hot as you do.
You walked over to them, noticing Harry smoking a cigarette someone was passing around. He handed it over to Tommy who took a puff before handing it back to say Harry could finish it. Harry was not a smoker be any means, but sometimes he found that having one before a huge event like this calmed him down really well. He had one before One Night Only in LA, before the Grammys and even before his debut on SNL. He’d cover it up with his Tom Ford cologne, though.
“I need my phone.” Harry announced, most likely about to call you. You walked behind him, noticing his lockscreen was just a picture of you, before snaking your arms around his middle waist and sighing at his familiar warmth. “Wha— Oh hello trouble.”
You felt his whole body relax and his shoulders slouch. You squeezed his middle, before you felt him detach your hands from around him so he could bring you around to see him.
“You stink of smoke.” You said, turning your nose up at the smell. He knows you don’t like it when he smokes, but you also know he needs them to relax and he only does them every so often.
“M’sorry. You smell fucking incredible.” He leant in to give you a hug, not feeling comfortable with heavy amounts of PDA in front of all his crew and friends. “You also look so good.”
“Don’t look too bad yourself.” You pulled back from the hug.
He took one last puff from the cigarette, before passing it over to Lambert to finish. He made a point that now you were here he could calm down a lot better. He kept you close as you both turned to return to the conversation of the group, Lambert passing Harry a huge black fluffy coat to wear for the start of his set.
“Y’look like John Snow.” You teased once he had put it on. You laughed and took a photo of him posing, the costume just peering out underneath.
“Send me that so I can send it to Kit.” Harry asked you and you sent it over straight away.
“C’mere.” You said, holding up your phone for a few selfies between you and him. You were both smiling at first, then both pouting - Harry mocking you - before Harry turned to kiss you on the cheek. All the while you didn’t realise Anthony was taking photos of you both that would turn out to be your favourite photos of you both. You were laughing at one another, teasing one another and just happy to be here with each other.
“Y/N, you ready to get jealous of Shania Twain with your man?” Jeff joked, referring to how in rehearsals Shania and Harry had been clearly flirting for musical purposes.
“Jeff have you seen Shania Twain? I’m going to wish I were Harry.” You said, others thinking you were joking but Harry knowing and understanding what you meant.
“She is proper hot.” Lambert made a point.
Harry wrapped his big black coat around you, whilst he was wearing it, to encase you within him. He had known that you were slightly cold just standing around and not singing within a sweaty crowd, so you allowed to be embraced by his warmth. It was a sweet gesture and Anthony took a few more shots of the moment.
“Harry, remember that you take the coat off after the first song.” Molly said.
“So after ‘As It Was’?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re singing ‘As It Was’ first? I thought Golden was first?” You questioned.
“No, it’s all changed now. Stop confusing me, you.” Harry told you.
“Sorry.”
“Nothing to apologise for. It’s just me getting stressed.” Harry spoke to you and only you, allowing you to move around within the coat to visibly see him.
“Hey, you’re okay.” You reassured him and he nodded his head slightly after letting out a big sigh.
“Hopefully.”
“I’m so proud of you and no matter what happens tonight I will love you always the same, perhaps even a little more.” You told him, truthfully.
“Fuck me, you are actually perfect. D’you know that? Absolutely smitten for you.” His cheeks blushed as he spoke, yours turning a different colour too.
You rested your head against his chest and smiled at how amazing this moment was. You couldn’t believe that this was your life, once again, feeling so grateful for having Harry in your life.
“H? Need to put your ears in.” A guy said, making Harry kiss your head and untangle you from his coat to allow this person to gear him up.
“I’m so excited but also like so nervous now.” Pauli said.
“It’s good to be back though, no?” You asked, giving him a hug to try and calm his nerves slightly.
“Yes of course. Gonna be weird not to perform with Niji, but I’ll love it all the same.”
“Sorry to hear that he can’t rejoin this.” You said, knowing how close they were together.
“Well I’ve still got H and the rest of the gang. It’ll be good.” He nodded and pulled away from the hug to do his self-mediation that he usually did before busy shows.
“Y/N, darling, will you keep watch of my phone in case the babysitter calls?” Sarah asked, handing you her mobile.
“Of course, my lovely.” You hugged her tight, wishing her all the best of luck.
“How is the little man?”
“As crazy as his dad.” Sarah joked, watching Mitch laugh to the side of her.
“His hair is nearly as long as mine too.” Mitch joked, but you had seen photos of their boy and he did have a lot of hair. Even when he was first born he came out with a crazy amount of hair.
“H mate, you’re on in 5.” Someone shouted.
“Have fun you both!” You waved to Sarah and Mitch as they walked off to the stage together.
You noticed Harry was talking to Molly, running through last minute stage directions. You followed Jeff as he made his way, with Glenne, towards the VIP sections where you’d all be standing for the duration of the show. Originally you wanted to be in the main Coachella crowd, but Harry said he’d be too focused on your safety to focus on his music so you agreed to be with his friends in the VIP section.
You had nearly met the gate to let you into the VIP section, but Harry’s hand tugged you back and before you could speak his lips were on yours. You kissed him with all your heart, cupping his jaw softly as his lips moulded perfectly against yours. You wanted to stay like this with him forever, but his stage called him and you would never take him away from that so you pulled away reluctantly.
“Break a metaphorical leg.”
“Just for you.”
“And try not to fall over your bloody mic wire tonight.”
“No promises. Love you.” He kissed your forehead, letting you shout out your love after him as he ran towards the stage.
The VIP section was crowded and you spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd too. You saw Timothé with Cindy, James Charles unfortunately and some other influencers. Emma Chamberlain came and said hello to you, explaining how she was such an avid fan of yours and asked to have some photos taken. It was a shock really, because all your social medias were private so the only time anyone ever saw something of you is when Harry posts you.
It was fun to wave hello to the fans, you recognising some of them from when they attended Love on Tour. There was one girl there who you’d seen at multiple shows and you remembered having a conversation with them about the best flavoured ice-cream. The fans were on the other side of the stage, away from the VIP section, but it was still fun to wave and say hello.
Harry’s Coachella set was absolutely incredible. He put on a show like no other and he truly looked like his best self standing up there in front of 125,000 people.
Proud was an understatement.
He often came over to you and checked that you were okay, mouthing silly dedications and inside jokes to you away from the microphone. He owned the entire crowd, dancing around the stage as if he hadn’t just practiced this the once. It was a sight to see.
Your rockstar rainbow pocket rocket.
When Shania came out the crowd went wild, and you even wilder. It was the best moment of Coachella so far. They danced and flirted, just as practiced, and it was so captivating to watch. You couldn’t decide who to look at more. All you knew is that they would be the talk of the media for the next week to come, until Harry brought out Mick the next weekend. You danced and danced, your body aching and throat burning from singing so loudly. The music had made your ears go numb, only white noise ringing after the set had finished.
The VIP section emptied slowly and you knew that Harry would already be back in the truck by now. You told him not to wait up for you, knowing that the queues out of this place were crazy.
You said a polite hello to a few other celebrities in passing, completely blushing when you got the. opportunity to say hello to ‘The Wallows’. They were now your bestfriends, you had all decided. You caught Shania backstage and gave her a sweaty hug, raving about how amazing the whole set looked and how gorgeous she was.
Returning to the temporary cabin, where the makeup and outfits were done, was a hassle, but eventually you made it back safely. Harry had changed into joggers and a thick hoodie by then, still not having a shower because he was waiting for you. He stood up as soon as you got into the place, thanking the security for escorting you back. Harry thanked them greatly too, before he pulled you inside and shut the door.
“And?” He asked.
“Honestly?”
“Always.”
“I’m so fucking horny.” You laughed at yourself, thinking about how hot his whole set had been. You couldn’t get him off your mind.
Harry didn’t laugh. Instead, he pushed you against the nearest wall with some force and got to work on kissing hungrily at your lips. Your lipstick smudged everywhere, but Harry didn’t care. In fact he hardened at the thought of you caked all over him.
His lips worked against yours like you only had 20 seconds left on Earth with each other. His hands cupped at your jaw gently whilst his lips did the opposite. Your hands moved up to his curls and tugged at the little ones you could get your fingers around. It was pure bliss - he was.
“Baby.” Harry breathed, lost in the dreaminess of you. He couldn’t get enough. of you even when you were so infinitely close.
You hummed in delight, butterflies churning away throughout your belly at how sensational he was making you feel and just by kissing. You would never get enough of his lips. Ever. He was a test of your temptation and you fell for him every time. He was the apple to your Eve and you didn’t care how forbidden he may be. You wanted him every way and always. You wanted him to fill you up so good that you would even forget your own name. You wanted to be ruined for the night.
“Need you, please.” You whispered hoarsely, not trusting you voice to speak any louder.
“I’ll give you anything y’want baby. Anything at all.”
“Just want you.” You noticed he had stopped kissing you and was looking for your eyes, to see how desperate you were for him. It was obvious from the glossiness of your eyes that you were ready for him and everything he could give you.
“Yeah?”
“Only you.”
“Then let me touch you, please?” He asked so kindly that you wouldn’t think you had been in the middle of a harsh make-out session moments before.
“Do we have time?” You wondered when you would have to leave this place, whilst nodding to his previous question.
“Jeff said we can stay as long as we want as long as we’re gone by 6A.M.”
“So I get 4 hours alone with you?” You smirked like the devil.
“Oh baby, that’s not nearly enough time for what I want to do with you.” He chuckled, before picking you up and dumping you back on the bed. The cabin wasn’t too big, so the bed practically filled this entire room. The duvet was messy before but it was going to look a state once you and Harry had both finished.
You laughed as you were thrown down. Leaning over yourself you un-sexily took off your boots and threw them past Harry and out of the door, before kneeling on your knees and giving Harry a teasing smile. He stood in the doorframe watching you with beady eyes as he awaited your next move. Although Harry was very much the more dominant one in the relationship, he was still completely owned by you and everything you do.
Moving your hands to your skirt, you unzipped it at the back and shimmied it down off your legs leaving you in just your black lacy bodysuit. You felt so empowered in it. Like a somebody with power.
Harry watched as you ran your hands over your body teasingly, showing just how desperately you were ready for some sort of release. You were about to drop the straps off your shoulder, but Harry stopped you.
“Don’t even think about it.” He warned.
He moved closer towards you, taking off his jumper off in the process to reveal that he was not wearing a t-shirt underneath. His torso looked incredible, due to all the hard work he’s been putting in for the Coachella training. It took a lot of hard work and breathing exercises to be able to dance around like that and sing on stage. He was a credit to himself and his body showed just by how much.
“You look really good.” You told him softly, trailing one of your hands down the middle of his chest and over his soft, subtle, abs.
“Thank you m’love.” He hummed.
You trailed your fingers back up his body, wandering over his heavy panting chest, until they curled around the back of his neck. You swiftly brought him back in for a heart-burning kiss, moving your lips against his so viciously.
“H.”
“God, I just can’t get enough of you.” He sighed, almost sounding in pain. His lips kept moulded with yours as you tasted the desperation on one another's tongue for each other. “Proper gorgeous you are.”
“I do feel good today.” You said, making Harry smile.
“That makes me happy to hear.” He kissed your forehead, treasuring the tiny moment. “Now, shut up so I can fuck you.”
His tone changed from zero to one-hundred really quickly. So much so that you were not expecting it but were welcoming it all the same. He pushed you back against the bed harshly, letting you flop with a huff. He pushed down his joggers whilst you made yourself comfortable, but didn’t take so long before he came and hovered above you. He knelt one leg on the outer side of your thigh whilst the other laid rest between your thighs.
As he started kissing you hungrily, you moved your body town and started rubbing yourself against his thigh. You needed a release and you wanted it now. When he was this hot and this bare, there was no chance you were lasting long anyways.
“Oh.” You moaned as the friction of his thigh was felt against your core. The lacy fabric was also rubbing against your sensitive core, adding to the blissful stimulation.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful f’me.” Harry groaned, sitting up a bit to watch you get yourself off on his body. It made him hot to know he barely had to do anything and he could have you like this.
You were at his mercy.
The next few minutes were just you rubbing yourself against his thigh, struggling for a release because you couldn’t get the right spot.
“Do something else, H, please.” You begged, looking up at him with pleading eyes as he stopped kissing his favourite parts of you. You were sure your neck would look bruised and raw now, but that was simply Harry’s way of saying that you were his and simply his.
“You’ll take whatever I give you.” He slapped your wetting cunt, making you moan in delight.
He leaned over to grab your arms and pull them above your head so that you couldn’t move as well. You found it harder to move your body now and Harry knew it too. He was craving his own release now, hardening a ridiculous amount just by watching you get off on him.
Your eyes were closed and so you weren’t even aware that he was entering you until he had moved your bodysuit away from the entrance of your cunt. When you felt him entering you, you lifted your hips as you tried to find the perfect spot for him to hit. You couldn’t get over how big and good he felt.
“Y’look so beautiful, Y/N.”
“So do you, H.”
And you meant it. Him hovering over you, his hair messy and falling over his face whilst sweat began to build up again on his chest. He felt so good against and inside you. You couldn’t explain the pleasure but it was cry-worthy due to how good it felt. Your senses completely overwhelmed you and it was only heightened thanks to Harry keeping your hands away from any of the action. Harry’s other hand went to work against your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he drove his dick into the parts of you that he knew would have you melting.
“Fuck.” Harry grunted over and over again as he slammed himself into you with no mercy. When he pushed himself in you briefly got to feel his chest against yours and it was so close and intimate.
“Yes, yes. Please, H.”
“M’gonna cum.” He whined and you nodded because you were too out of breathe to speak. His pace was relentless and beautiful and harsh and intense.
Just as Harry came you did too, feeling Harry’s body drop against yours from sheer exhaustion. You couldn’t quite feel anything other than the euphoria and it was a great feeling. He stayed quiet and you wrapped your arms around his body to coax him back down to Earth, all whilst he remained inside of your filled cunt. You felt amazing like this and wouldn’t have minded staying in this position forever. Your hands stroked his back and ran through the mess of curls on his head, whilst he laid upon your chest to calm down.
“I love you. So fucking much.” He whispered and you knew it.
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