Saying that our last day at Creamfields had been awkward was an understatement.

Harry and I were very close to have sex last night, on a metal hood car... And it felt terribly wrong. I'd never felt that guilty in my entire life. Being about to do the exact same thing that Harry did to me, to Kendall, made me feel truthfully bad.

It had broken me last year, when Harry cheated on me, publicly, and thinking that I was able to do this kind of betrayal to someone else made me feel ashamed of myself.

So, the next day, I just couldn't look at Kendall, keeping a low profile. No matter how our differences were deep, she didn't deserve any of this. The fact that Harry and I kept turning around each other since he came home, wasn't okay, at all. It was a lack of respect, moreover if she had doubts already, and suffered because of it.

I know, I stopped it before going further with Harry, but still. I was so excited, and I just wanted him, badly. What kind of person had I become? Losing every principle I had when it came to Harry... Was I that weak? Was I that weak to be the other girl? The kind of girl you cheated your girlfriend with?

My need for Harry was consuming. When he looked at me, intensely, or even brush past me, I shivered, and it ignited my body immediately. Thankfully, I had the conscious to cease everything before moving on to something more serious.

He felt the same urge, missing the closeness between us. What did it mean? Did it even mean anything to him? I was high, but he wasn't. It was more like a pattern, we kept doing this for years, having fun together. We had been weak. The chemistry between us was sometimes too strong, and we had to find a way to fight against it, otherwise, we would get hurt, and other people would get hurt as well.

What was disappointed me the most, was that he didn't change, and was about to repeat history. Did he not learn his lessons? Harry is an amazing guy, but he had to treat his girlfriend's heart, better.

Even if I took drugs, and was high, I had to take my responsibilities. It would be too easy to just put it on the drugs, saying I wasn't myself.

So, the next morning, I kept avoiding Harry, and he didn't even try to talk to me either. The guys definitely knew that something was off, because it was too obvious. One day you're friendly, the other you're cold as ice. Louis knew that I'd been with Harry for a while last night, but he didn't say a word.

In the end, we just spent the morning, dissembled the tents and all, cleaning everything, before going back home.

**

The ride home was incredibly quiet, we all were exhausted, and needed to rest and sleep, in our comfy beds. It was okay to stay in tents for a few days, but we definitely needed more comfort now, and proper rest.

Except the almost sex part with Harry, the festival was an amazing experience. It was worse the trip, and the lack of sleep. We had so much fun and we would remember it for the rest of our lives, for sure.

During the drive, I'd received a few texts from Ryan, which made me smile like an idiot. He's actually a great guy, and we agreed to see each other again. We kept texting since I got home, and was laying on my bed, exchanging stupid texts with him for a while, bantering with him.

At eight, I decided to get ready to go to bed, being way too tired to stay awake any longer. So I just did my night routine, and went to lay under the covers, enjoying the luxury comfort of my mattress.

When I put my phone on my nightstand, turning off the light, I couldn't help the smile and the butterflies growing in my stomach, thinking about Ryan. We couldn't wait too long to meet again, so we had planned to go out tomorrow, for diner, and I looked forward to seeing him, on other circumstances...

**

Two weeks had passed since Creamfields, and I didn't see the guys much. I was too busy working, and they were doing their business on their own as well. They went to see their family, before going back on Saturday at Harry's. We had planned to make a little reunion before going to Ibiza for a whole week, on Sunday.

However, I'd seen Ryan, a lot.

For two weeks, he'd come to see me at work multiple times, and hanged out with me almost every day, as he was on holidays.

The day after Creamfields, we went to eat at an Italian restaurant, and it was definitely called a date.

This guy was so easy-going, and we got along famously. We kept bantering, and it felt light and all. He didn't know anything about my past. Not being the girl who dated Harry Styles for once was enjoyable. I was allowed to be myself, my true self. And it felt amazingly liberating.

He worked as a real estate agent, making a lot of money. He was single for a few months. This guy was truly a gentleman, being sweet enough to walk me home every single night, to make sure I went home safely.

We'd been clear that we were not looking for anything too serious. Labelling our relationship as a couple would be too pressuring. We enjoyed the time spent together, and didn't want to complicate things at any point. It was definitely the best combination for me, not going too much trouble. This summer was absolutely the best, contrasting completely with last year.

That was it at the beginning. But as we kept seeing each other, our relationship became more than physical attraction.

It was going somewhere. God knew where...

**

It was packed Thursday night at the pub, and I was really busy, pouring beers, cleaning tables, dealing with drunk customers, and all. Ryan was supposed to come to keep me company, and I couldn't wait for him to arrive, to cheer me up. My feet hurt as how much I walked that night.

I was chatting with girls sitting at the counter, about random stuff, when a raspy voice called my name from the opposite side of the wooden bar. Turning on my heels, I had recognized the voice immediately, and greeted Harry with a friendly smile.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, shoving my towel on my shoulder. He didn't mention coming by so I was surprised to see him here. He looked incredibly beautiful without even trying, his curly hair loosed, wearing a regular white tee, and black pair of skinny jeans.

"Paid you a visit, I was bored at home, the guys left, and will be back only tomorrow" he said, sitting on the stool in front of him, putting his hands on the counter. Taking a pint glass, I poured him a beer, before handing it to him.

"Good to see you" I sincerely said, as I leaned over to hand him the beer. We didn't talk much after the little heated kiss. Keeping our distances for a while.

"You're alone?" I carefully asked. It was weird that he came here by himself, knowing his girlfriend was in town, he wouldn't have let her stay at his mother's house alone. That would be odd. Or maybe Anne, Gemma and Kendall had a girl's night...

"Yeah" he simply blurted out, furrowing his eyebrows. He seemed irritated, so I just nodded a "oh" and didn't say anything else on the subject, which was obviously touchy. It wasn't my place to ask what was going on, it would be too odd to give him relationship advice. Or just to talk about his relationship, at all. Instead of speaking, I kept wondering if it had something to do with what happened in the parking lot... Probably not.

Then an awkward silence filled the room, even in a very noisy packed pub. Harry kept drinking his beer, and I stood there, staring at nothing specific, lost in my thoughts.

"Hi baby", a husky male voice, said, from behind Harry, then a guy frame appeared in my peripheral vision, bringing me back to reality.

Ryan stood beside Harry and plopped himself on his elbows, to give me a quick but intense kiss, from his side of the counter, one of his hand behind my head to intensify the kiss. "Hey" I mumbled, after he broke the kiss. Feeling like a school girl, a silly smile appeared on my face, and my eyes sparkling with... I didn't know why, excitement? Bliss? You know, that kind of look you have when you start a new relationship.

The room became blurry after the heated kiss. Ryan looked incredibly hot. This guy made girls heads turned when he walked in. He was wearing a black button shirt, enough close fitting to let you guess how muscular he was, dark blue skinny jeans, and a leather jacket giving him a bad-ass look. When I looked at him, I just couldn't even believe that this guy was dating me... My heart beat started to race at his sight.

Then, he sat on the stool next to Harry, and gave him a nod, surprised to see Harry Styles in that kind of venue. A lost pub in Holmes Chapel.

Having Ryan, beside Harry, was... confusing, and a bit awkward... So, I kept myself busy pouring him a beer, and introduced them to each other. "Ryan, this is Harry, you probably know who he is, and Harry this is Ryan. We met at the festival" I said, composing myself, trying to ease the atmosphere. There was a lot of testosterones right there, and I prayed they won't have a cockfight. "Harry and I are friends since we're kid" I explained myself to Ryan. He simply nodded, and gave Harry a hand shake, before taking a sip of his drink.

Ok...

Drying a glass, I didn't know what else to say.

Thankfully, Ryan made the first move, and I sighed of relief.

"When is your shift over?" Ryan asked, his right hand playing with his pint, his other one in his jeans pocket. I liked small talks at the moment!

"Probably in an hour" I answered, and noticed how Harry kept staring at his phone, busy browsing.

The way he frowned and took a breath, moving his nose, showed how pissed he was getting. Then, he just stood up, hastily, and dug a ten-dollar bill from his pocket, before throwing it on the wooden counter. "I gonna go" his raspy voice said, "You don't need to pay, it's on me" I let him know, but he didn't listen. Before turning on his heels, he shoved his head in our direction, and walked to the exit, without looking back. Leaving me dumbfounded, with Ryan, speechless.

**

Finally, my shift was over, and Ryan stayed with me while I cleaned the mess before giving me a ride home. As I was starving, I decided to heat myself a burger, and we just ate together burgers and fries, drinking at a booth before leaving.

"So, you and Harry?" he asked carefully, raising an eyebrow.

His question made me feel embarrassed. We hadn't had the ex-talk, but he must have felt that something was off between Harry and I. People noticed immediately that we had a lot of baggage when they saw us.

"It's over for a long time, we're just friends" I tried to reassured him, as I took a sip of my Coke.

"If you say so" he said, eating fries. Then remained silent for a couple of minutes. "Are you going to Ibiza, with him?" he asked, now he sounded irritated.

"Yeah, with him, but also with a bunch of friends." I answered, I knew that he was kind of disturbed. "There's nothing between Harry and I" I added, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself, probably both.

To be honest, for the first time, I thought I meant it. Because this handsome and genuinely nice guy, in front of me, made me feel I might be over Harry. He made me see that I could be able to have feelings for someone else than Harry.

I felt grateful that he didn't dig, because we hadn't had the ex-talk already, and didn't want to have it tonight. He just hummed, not being too pushy, not to play the jealous boyfriend, because our relationship had just started, but I knew he didn't like it, at all...

**

So, on Saturday, we all came to Harry's place to relax, and have pool / barbecue day/night, and catch up, before leaving for Ibiza on Sunday.

It was the beginning of the afternoon, when I joined them. The guys were in the pool and I was taking care of baby Freddie. When I looked at mister cute face, I couldn't believe that I was actually babysitting Louis' kid.

Freddie was eight months old and looked incredibly cute. His chubby cheeks were just adorable, and I had to stop myself before eating him. He made such funny noises, and beautiful smiles.

As my little lad was sleeping, napping, beside me, I decided to take my tablet to read some updates on Wattpad. I had so many chapters to read.

Harry's had some sort of huge bed in his garden, with a light fabric to protect you from the sun. It was very comfy to just enjoy yourself, without sunbathing.

Comfortably laying on the mattress, I was carefully reading, completely hooked when Harry showed up.

"What are you doing?" he asked, as he sat next to me, checking on Freddie, caressing his cheek with the tip of his pointer. He noticed the silly smile on my face, while reading.

He's so sweet with him... it made my stomach sting.

Harry with kids...

"Hum... reading" I answered, and didn't really want to share more details on my current readings. When I was with him, I kept reading fanfictions about him, and he liked to make fun of me, and kept making jokes. So I didn't want him to do it again.

"Okay, so, what are you reading?" he raised an eyebrow, curious. He was laying on his side, plopping himself on his right arm, staring at me, with his confusing green eyes, waiting for my answer. He was bare chest, showing his sexy tattoos, wearing only a swim black pair of shorts, and looked incredibly hot, with his hair tightened in a bun.

Sighing, because I knew he wouldn't drop it, he had noticed my annoyance, and would eventually mock at me if I didn't, so I told him. "I was reading a fanfic, about you" and I chuckled. Saying it out loud made it feel a bit strange. A silly dimple smile appeared on his face.

And here we go...

"You keep reading those?" he laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement, and slightly dumbfounded. I loved his laugh so bad. His free hand rested on his stomach while giggling, and his eyes squeezed.

"Yeah" I said, grinning, before hitting him on his shoulder. "Stop laughing at me" I added, and he kept his silly smile on his face.

"Tell me more" putting his sunglasses on his head, he was now laying on his back next to me, his arms on his side of his half naked body.

"Hummm..." I started, not knowing what to say. This guy was so damn curious!

"I read a lot of those, but there's a writer, emppawadap . Her books are really amazing. She's so talented. It's funny on her last story you're a pub bartender/waiter, just like me. She writes only about nice Harry's. You're always sweet and all in her stories. Obviously she doesn't know you..." I teased, and was glad about the last part of my explanation.

He frowned playfully at my comment. "I see" he chuckled,

"She also writes smut about you" I let out a soft laugh, and he raised an eyebrow, seeming very interesting, with his cocky smile plastered on his cute face.

"Really?" he laughed. I could feel his infatuation.

"Most people write smut about you though." I kept going. "And yeah, it's really good. They always mention you're big... you know" I winked at him, chortling, and his smile kept growing.

"Oh, and you know what they're talking about" he teased, playfully, but damn, he was just turning me on... Shivers spreading from my spine, when his touched my thigh with the tip of his fingers, trailing up and down, staring at me with cocky eyes.

"Actually, I always comment that it's a lie, a fucking rumor" I said, with revengeful eyes.

"You could write a whole book on your own, with a lot of smut about me, but it wouldn't be fictional at all" he teased.

"That's why I didn't want to tell you anything, Harold, you're annoying... besides, I don't know what you're talking about!" I playfully rolled my eyes, he was enjoying it too much.

"Ohh, I think you have plenty of memories..." He teased, and I flinched. "What about...." He kept thinking about which souvenir he wanted to mention. "The studio time".

"Damn, I can't listen to rock me after that" remembering the intense sex we had at the recording studio...

He was about to talk about it, but I cut him off. "Harry, there's an underage little boy right here!" I snapped, to make him stop, pointing at Freddie, snoring adorably, his dummy in mouth. I didn't need to think about Harry in bed, for God's sake...

"He's sleeping" he said, after looking at Freddie, and then glancing at me. An eyebrow raised.

"Still!" I tried to make a point.

Thankfully, my phone rang, and I couldn't help the smile growing on my face as I noticed Ryan texted me. He wanted to hang out tonight. We had planned to eat altogether, but as I was leaving for a week tomorrow, I thought it wouldn't be a problem if I'd made other plans.

"What's so funny? An update from your favorite smutty story?" he mocked, and I sent him an annoyed look.

"No, idiot" I chuckled. And then I tried to hide my too obvious excitement. "I don't think I gonna make it tonight, I have something else coming up" I let him know.

"Why don't you bring your date?" he offered, and my eyes opened wide. Did I hear him correctly? As he met Ryan at the pub, he knew.

"Are you sure?" I asked, unsure of what I'd heard. "You're not comfortable with people you don't know" they're trying to be careful with the people they hang out with for obvious reasons... So why would he agree that Ryan would come to his house.

Harry's face changed, into a serious one, pushing his hair in the back, he simply said. "No worries, bring him here."

What do you guys think? Do you think Harry will behave? Hope you liked this chap! I can't believe summer is over :'( Thank you so much for reading and all! Love XXxxx