Chapter 18;

"Harry, I swear," I heard Gemma sternly whispering. Yes, I was eavesdropping…Sara made me do it. From the bathroom, I could hear almost everything going on out in the room, we just had to watch the other door, because there were two ways to access the cramped space. Sara had me pressed against the door, and we were both trying our best to stay quiet.

"Gemma, I am 18 years old, and so is she," Harry sighed, but I could hear a small bit of hope rising in his voice.

"I don't care how old you are!" Gemma said, a bit too loudly because Harry shushed her. Silly boy, he must not know Sara and I as well as he thinks. I bit back my snicker, but couldn't help but smile. I had absolutely no idea what they were talking about either.

"I will take her out to look at them then, Mr. Indecisive," her tone was playful and mocking, "how can you not know what your own girlfriend would want?" She laughed and I heard someone flop down on a bed.

"She's…I just…" Harry rambled, looking for words, "she could be it." I smiled, backing away from the door. Sara and I stood there in silence, both thinking of what he'd just said. I couldn't stop smiling even if I tried. The door creaked open and Gemma stuck her head in. I froze, my eyes widening. She paused, the light still off.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, his voice less muffled now that the door was open.

"Nothing," she said, a slight smile on her face. She shut the door and flicked on the switch, raising an eyebrow at Sara and I. I looked down guiltily, but Gemma's quiet chuckle was comforting.

"You are just like him," she said, smiling at me, "and if he doesn't marry you. I will."

"What?" I wasn't sure if she was serious or kidding, that happened a lot with Harry too, but like her brother, she just winked and shooed us out of the bathroom.

"So," Harry said as Sara and I moved into the bedroom portion of the large hotel room, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice, "the boys are already down at the studio with management. We should get going." I nodded, extending my hand for him to take, and his soft palm in mine was instantly soothing. Meeting management would suck. I turned to Sara, knowing how she could be. Behave I mouthed, and she gave me a wicked grin.

"Okay girls, it's really simple," the boys' manager said, full of fake sweetness. I watched him in contempt, and Sara stood next to me, unusually calm. I glanced at her, and her facial expression told me the gears were moving in her head. She had an idea. Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn were sitting on the windowsill quietly, watching us take in what their management had to say. None of them looked pleased.

"We just ask that you girls behave, don't get into too much trouble, and we'll be fine," he said, clasping his hands together in his lap.

"And if we do get in trouble," I pushed, and he fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Let's not get into that," he said, his voice faltering.

"Oh please G, don't fall for this shit. The second we do something wrong he'll try to 'delete' us like every other thing the boys actually like," Sara spat, and their manager gawked at her in surprise. She shrugged and smiled at him sweetly as the boys snorted, holding in laughter. The manager took a deep breath.

"I have no comment on that Miss, but there is another thing," I rolled my eyes, "Don't be too publicly affectionate, but you have to be affectionate enough, for pictures and all that." I wrinkled my face in disgust, all this man cared about was publicity, he couldn't give two shits about the boys. Sara raised her eyebrows.

"Well, you'll have to clarify. Niall," she motioned for him and he hopped down off the ledge. Charlie watched from the corner of the room in amusement.

"So what are we talking about here?" she asked boldly, "I'm going to assume groin touching is a no no?" Her hand fell to the crotch of Niall's pants, she gave him a little pat, then smiled. Niall blushed deeply, and Louis lost it. He fell off the ledge, laughing harder than I'd ever heard him. I caught Harry's eye, and they were shining with mischief. It was time for me to step up out of my comfort zone.

"I guess we should refrain from this tooo?" Sara chirped, circling behind Niall and softly kissing his neck. Their manager was beyond livid, but we were just getting started. Harry made his way to me, and I winked at him.

"This probably isn't acceptable either," I said to the manager, "but frankly I don't give a fuck." Of course I had to emphasize fuck, he always made the boys delete anything that said that. I smiled at the manager as Harry turned my face towards his, and our lips quickly met. I pressed myself against his body, all but conforming to his. The boys chuckled from their perch, and that only fueled the fire. Harry promptly squeezed my butt, and I of course, for the sake of their dear management, returned the favor. We broke away from each other, and Harry burst into laughter.

"You don't know what you've gotten into with these girls," Charlie chuckled, and I swore I could hear a bit of pride coming through.

The manager cleared his throat, "Yes, thank you, those were all perfect examples of what not to do," he said uncomfortably. He kept his cool, I had to acknowledge that. He motioned that we could leave.

"You've forgotten the big news," Zayn said smoothly a smile on his face. Their manager sank down in his chair.

"You didn't think we'd forget did you?" Louis laughed from the ground.

"As much as I now think I'll regret this, I gave the boys my word," he groaned, "The boys start touring again in two weeks. Even in one day, I could tell that Niall and Harry were not themselves, because they missed you two girls. So, you'll just have to go along with them. I will not have them giving bad concerts." Deep down I knew that he was doing this for himself, but I couldn't help but thank him.

"We've got places to go, and people to see," Charlie said, walking towards me and gently pulling me from Harry's grasp. Harry gave her a half pout, half glare but she ignored him.

"I've put myself out here on a limb, and decided to be your personal 'fashion consultant' while you're here with us," she said. Charlie was in little miss prim and proper mode.

"I won't let you put her in anything that she doesn't like, and I don't approve of," Harry said defensively, putting an arm around my waist.

"Well then this is going to be a tad harder than expected, yeah?" Charlie sighed.

"Hell yes, I dress myself." Sara said, and simply walked out. I gave a friendly wave and a cheeky smile to the manager and followed her out.