C.J.'s P.O.V.

I stood in the middle of my apartment. Harry was standing in front of me. He looked good, really hot. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I wanted to grab his face and kiss him, but I wasn't sure he'd appreciate that.

"Thank you for the date," I said shyly. "It was amazing."

Harry smiled, a real smile, not a smirk. "It was my pleasure. You're an amazing girl, C.J."

I got butterflies in my stomach the way he said my name. His voice was one I'd never heard before. It was deep and husky and my stomach felt like dancing when he talked to me.

I know I blushed, but Harry stepped closer. He tilted my chin upwards and searched my eyes. I didn't move, but I remembered to take a breath before his lips touched mine.

I felt explosions in my stomach. I'd imagined kissing him before, but it wasn't as good as the real thing. This... this was amazing. Harry tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Just as he was about to pick me up-

My alarm blasted, waking me up. I turned it off, groaning at the thought that I was getting interrupted at a very sweet dream.

"Come on," I complained out loud. "I finally have a good dream, and work takes it away from me."

Still grumbling good-naturedly, I got ready for work. I chose to walk, enjoying the nice day. I got to the shop and unlocked the door, flipping the sign to open as I went it. I hummed as I worked, enjoying the new Daughtry album. I loved his work, so I was excited to get to play his album at work.

I sang along, dancing as I put CD's back. I wiggled my hips as Waiting for Superman blasted through the store

"Nice dance moves," a voice said.

I screamed, really screamed, and jumped violently, almost knocking down the whole shelf of CD's. I whipped around, trying to figure out who almost gave me heart failure.

A tall, curly haired man stood there.

"Harry?" I asked incredulously.

"The one and only," he grinned.

I didn't even think. I launched myself into his arms, hugging him tightly. Harry stumbled but caught me.

"Miss me?" he chuckled.

I pushed him away, suddenly furious. "Where the hell did you go? And why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

Harry shuffled his feet, looking like a small child that had been caught eating a bag of sweets. "Umm... I didn't think you would care."

That stopped me in my tracks. "Why wouldn't I care?" I asked softly.

Harry looked up briefly then looked back at his feet. "Well, you don't really like me..."

"What made you think that?" I asked, coming closer.

"You always rejected me, and never talked to me..." Harry trailed off, noticing that I was now extremely close to him. "What are you doing?"

"This," I said, and kissed him.

He was taken aback, that was for sure. I moved closer to kiss him better. As Harry came to his senses, he relaxed, pulling me closer. His arms went around me and I felt in pure bliss. I smiled into the kiss, finally making my dream come true.

Just then, the song that was playing ended with a big crash of cymbals, and my eyes snapped open.

My eyes were really open this time, and when I noticed where I was, I groaned. None of my dreams were real. I'd dreamt of Harry kissing me, twice. If that didn't let me know that I liked him, then I don't know what would.

I'd half-hoped that the second dream was real. Having been on a date with Harry seemed to be impossible, so he coming back seemed more reasonable. But he left, he wasn't coming back. I was left here... in my shitty apartment, stacking CDs for the rest of my life.

I rolled over onto my back, groaning. I really didn't want to go to work today. I was feeling depressed, and not in the mood for dealing with perverted sixteen year olds again. I grabbed my phone and called my boss, a really nice woman named Cindy.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hi Cindy, this is C.J.," I said.

"Oh hi C.J.," she said, surprised. "What's happening?"

I usually didn't call. "Um, I'm not feeling too well," I said.

"Are you okay?" Cindy asked.

"I'll survive, but I don't think I can work today," I said.

"Alright," Cindy said easily. "When do you think you'll be ready to come back to work?"

When Harry comes back and my heart stops aching, I thought, but answered, "I should be fine by tomorrow."

"Okay," Cindy said. "Thank you for calling."

"No problem," I said, sensing the end of this conversation.

"Hope you feel better, talk to you tomorrow," Cindy said.

"Bye," I said.

We hung up and I collapsed on my bed. I stared at the ceiling, wondering about something.

When you have a person in your dream, it means the person you dreamed about fell asleep thinking about you, I mused. Was Harry thinking about me?

I snorted before saying aloud, "Impossible."

After all, who would think about a girl like me?

Harry's P.O.V.

I stood in the middle of C.J.'s apartment. She was standing in front of me. She looked good, really beautiful. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I wanted to grab her face and kiss her, but I wasn't sure she'd appreciate that.

"Thank you for the date," she said shyly. "It was amazing."

I smiled, a real smile, not a smirk. "It was my pleasure. You're an amazing girl, C.J."

C.J. blushed, and I felt my stomach swoop and butterflies in my stomach. She was just so beautiful, and it was amazing that she was going to give a guy like me the time of day.

I knew I was going to chicken out, but I stepped closer. I tilted C.J.'s chin upwards and searched her eyes. C.J. didn't move, but she breathed before I finally kissed her.

I felt explosions in my stomach. I'd imagined kissing her before, but it wasn't as good as the real thing. This... this was amazing. I tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Just as I was about to pick her up-

Thud. I groaned and opened my eyes. I saw all the boys jumping on my bed, minus Zayn, trying to wake me up.

"What?" I groaned.

"Time to get up!" Niall shouted.

I swear, I would never understand how he was so perky in the morning. I was half-dead in the morning, and I barely woke up before ten.

"Go away," I covered my head with my pillow.

"No," Liam said.

"Why not?" I whined.

"We have a concert tonight," he reminded me.

"Tonight, Liam, tonight!" I waved my hand for emphasis. "Not at ten in the morning!"

"Just get up!"Niall said. "I have food!"

I opened one eye and glared at them.

"Let's just leave him here," Louis said. "He'll get up eventually," he winked at me. "Besides, that means more food for us."

"I'm sold!" Niall ran out of my room, probably to get the breakfast they had made.

Louis followed him, and eventually Liam gave up trying to wake me up. He went out my door, leaving me alone with just my thoughts for company.

Isn't it a physiological fact that if you dream of a person they fell asleep thinking of you? I pondered. So was C.J. thinking of me?

I laughed aloud before saying, "Impossible."

After all, who would think about a guy like me?

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Tada! Whatcha think? I like it. I don't know why, but I'm really liking this same ending but not kinda thing. What about you? I'm going to keep doing it(wow that sounded wrong) because I like it(even wronger). Soooooo yeah.... I updated both of my shorter stories today, I have some plans for both of them ;) haha but you'll have to read my future updates to find out. So who wants Harry to come back? I really, really, really, really, really, really, want to make him come back, but then he'd only have been gone for like a week, and what kind of tour is that? Anyway, Harry will be coming into the picture soon;) haha I'm excited. Sooooooooo yeah, that's pretty much it. Please vote and comment!

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