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NERVES always filled Harry's body before performances. Walking into the stadiums only added them more. The rows of seats, which would soon be full, intimidated him. Though he had been doing this since 2010, it never got better. Harry always struggled with anxiety, he was just easy at covering it.

"Wow."

Harry turned to see the girl beside him. Suddenly, he didn't feel as tense. Her eyes wandered the stadium, but his stayed on her. "Did Jeffery mention you'll be able to stand on the side of the stage?"

Her eyes met his. "Like...during the performance?" She questioned. Harry chuckled.

"Yes, love, during the performance. You'll just have to bend down or be quick."

"That's insane, Harry!"

"Absolutely."

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"I just want to take a moment to give special thanks to my band, to the crew, to my manager, and to our photographer here tonight!" Harry yelled as Two Ghosts finished. The crowd cheered as Harry pointed to the band and to Prairie, who kneeled on the corner of the stage with a camera in her hand. Her hair was in a bun and she was quick to change positions.

"Prairie flew out from Las Vegas to be here, to photograph you all and savor tonight as we create the best memories. Memories we'll keep locked in the cage that holds our hearts." He continued.

She looked up at him and shook her head while smiling. He chuckled. "Story of My Life?" She mouthed, asking about the lyrics he quoted. "Don't expose me, Marshall!" He replied, putting his microphone on the stand. She got up. "She's leaving already!" He gasped. "Bite me, Haz." She mouthed. Harry snickered as 'What Makes You Beautiful' began playing. The fans screamed. As in, top of their lungs screamed. Harry and Prairie looked at one another and broke into a laugh of disbelief.

Prairie walked off the stage and took a few pictures of the crowd while they sang, then went backstage for water. Her phone began vibrating.

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hols :))

BITTTTCHHHHHH DID I JUST SEE U ON SOMEONE'S LIVE STREAM

maybe?

OMGOGMGOGMGOGMGOFM THE WAY HARRY LOOKED AT YOU

gtg, hols <3
ily and i'll lyk everything when i get back 2 the hotel

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Prairie put her phone back in her bag and grabbed her camera. She looked through the images while the faint sound played through the walls. When she was cooled down, she went back out and kneeled on the stairs. She adjusted the exposure, lighting, and zoomed in slightly on Harry.

He was leaning against the microphone stand, his head thrown back. A mixture of red and pink lights on his face added to the completeness of the image.

"I want your belly and that summer feelin': getting washed away in you."

Harry took the mic off the stand and walked to the front of the stage. "Why do you want me to punch you?" He asked a girl, his mic away from his mouth. He laughed. "Watermelon sugar high."

Prairie turned her camera towards the girl with the "PLS PUNCH ME IN THE FACE <3" sign and took a picture. She laughed and put her camera around her neck, then looked up at Pauli and Harry as they danced.

"I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it. Watermelon sugar high! Hey! Watermelon sugar!" The lights cut out and Harry grabbed his water bottle.

He ran and leaned down beside Prairie. "Can you bring me another bottle? Seems to be mine has a leak." He asked. "Of course." Prairie nodded. She went back backstage and grabbed two from the table, then returned. Harry had gone back up to his mic to crack a few jokes. Pauli waved her over. "Like across the stage?" She mouthed anxiously. "Look! Prairie won't let me die of dehydration. Everyone say 'thank you, Prairie'!" Harry said.

"THANK YOU, PRAIRIE!"

She looked at him and smiled. Harry walked back over and took the bottles. "Thank you, Prairie."

"No problem, love."

Harry paused and grinned at her words. Prairie hid her face with her hands.

"Fuck."