You and Harry are dancing around backstage before a show, and Harry is showing off his moves. 

While in an interview, the lady asks, "So Niall, any girls?" He responds, "Not for me, but Harry's got one." As soon as it comes out of his mouth he realizes what he has just said, and Harry is mortified. 

You are on tour with the boys for a little bit, when you enter the room to see Harry relishing in all his glory while getting his hair done. "Could you be any more spoiled Hazza?" you laugh. "Yes," he smiles. "Lou, my armpits are a little sweaty. Dry them off." You can't help laughing. 

You and Harry do this weird little dance every time a song comes on. You see Harry from across the stage and do it, and he does it back to you. Everyone finds his dancing hilarious, but no one knows the true reason he dances like a complete idiot on stage except you. 

He gives you a kiss through the crowd. 

Harry forced you to go to the ice skating rink in Times Square even though you totally suck at it and are a complete klutz. "No Harry, I am not letting you try to lift me up," you whine as Harry drags you across the ice. "Oh, come on, we can do it," he eggs you on. 

You blow kisses from the audience. 

Harry comes through the living room with a cut out of his fetus self. "Hey babe," he says through giggles. "Hi fetus Harold," you reply amused. "Let's see the glow up." He pokes his head out from behind the cardboard. 

Harry kisses you from on stage, and everyone oohs and ahhs. Harry gets a little shy because he never shows that kind of affection to you when fans are around, especially during a concert.