Thank god for the weekend. Meg has driven out to London for a romantic date with Nate, this time she's going to hit him with the 'L' word. Mum and dad have been called in to a last minute business meeting, so they won't be back until Sunday afternoon. So all that leaves is me and Harry. Great.

I've been meaning to talk with Harry since Tuesday night; since our little incident he's barely even talked to me, let alone looked at me. It's almost like he's ashamed of what happened, like he feels almost guilty for kissing me. I wish he didn't though. I can't believe I am saying this but I can't bring myself to regret kissing him; the taste of his lips lingered over mine, the feel of them was unforgettable. I wonder how he felt about it? If only he'd stick around long enough to answer that question.

I sat in the living room, reading through another chapter of 'Jane Eare'. This book was so sad, but so addictive at the same time. Jane had such a horrible life, with stuck up cousins and a snobby aunt who all looked down on her. Then there was the boarding school where Jane's first friend had died, that part made me cry a little. I'm now up to the part where Jane finally meets Rochester, a man whose description matches a yeti. I giggled to myself at the thought, before I realized that I wasn't alone.

"Uh, hey" Harry stood behind the couch, his eyes glued to my book "Can I join you?"

"Sure"

He sits down on the other end of the couch, as far away from my side as possible. Now I knew he was avoiding me. The flirtatious Harry I knew would usually sit so close to me that I would squirm at his closeness.

"You're reading Jane Eare" he said.

"Yeah, it's a good book. Have you read it?"

"Yes" a cute, little blush seeped into his cheeks "I had to read a chapter for it in English class, but I kept reading it because I found it interesting. It goes to show that even in the seventeenth century, kids had tough lives"

"I suppose it does, doesn't it" I said, smiling a little.

"I uh, wanted to ask you something" he said, getting back on track "On Tuesday night, when we...kissed, did you kiss me back because you wanted to? Or felt that you had to?"

"It was kind of both" I said "I wanted to kiss you back, but I felt that since you were kissing me so much, that I had to return the favour"

"Thank god" he said "I thought that I had forced you into it"

"Does that means we're friends again?" I asked "It's just, we haven't been speaking over the last few days"

He smiles again then shifts over to me, so close that our sides were pressed together.

"Babe, I want to be more than your friend" he whispered seductively "I want to be the only one to do this"

He holds a finger under my chin and lifts my face so he can see me. His plump lips press over top of mine, tasting like peppermint and tobacco. I didn't find smoking attractive, but the breath minty taste made up for it. I kissed him back; my fingers tangled themselves into his silky curls, holding his face closer to mine. His teeth nibble at my bottom lip, asking for entrance to my mouth. I eventually granted it, letting his tongue massage the weak spots in my mouth. His kiss was like a dream; I had reached a new level of pleasure that only Harry Styles could provide.

He pushes me back into the sofa, never breaking the kiss. He lay on top of me as the kiss deepened even more. His body is crushed against mine as he nestled his fingers into my fiery hair, the feeling of his abs pressed over my stomach made me shiver with excitement. This was bad and good at the same time. Kissing Harry was like eating poisonous berries; you knew it was bad for you, and that the venom could kill you very soon, but at the same time you couldn't stop because the taste was so sweet.

His lips finally parted from mine, only to linger down to my neck. He covered the hollow of my neck with hard, wet kisses. I let out a gentle moan as he sucked the sweet-spot behind my ear, which made me grip his hair even tighter.

When he was finished he lifted his head to face me, pressing his forehead against mine.

"That felt great" he said "Better than I imagined"

"It felt great for me too" I panted.

"You're so beautiful"  he said, sweeping a strand of hair from my face "I want you to know that Bethany"

"Call me Beth" I said "Everyone does"

"But I like Bethany" he pouted "It suits you"

"Nobody calls me Bethany apart from my grandmother, I hate my full name"

"Well too bad, because I love it" He settled on top of me, resting his head against my chest. I fondled his chocolate brown curls between my fingers, the rest of them tickled my neck, making me giggle. I'm starting to really like him; this gentle side of his was really growing on me, definitely more than his cocky, arrogant side. Sometimes when he smiled I could see this strange feeling in his eyes, like an inner innocence that made him act his age for once.

We stayed there for what felt like forever; Harry's body buried into mine, my chest covered by an abundance of brown curls. I don't think he'd ever do something like this with Taylor; I know that she only ever thought of him as some sort of object, something that was envied over by every girl in school. And Taylor didn't seem the type to be affectionate, all she'd ever want from Harry or any other boy was a one-night-stand. I'd never use him, or anyone like that. People deserve more respect.

"Let's go out tonight" he said "There's somewhere special I want to take you"

"I don't know Harry" I sighed "My parents would hate the idea"

"Don't tell them about it" he said "Tell them you'll be out with a friend, I just really want to show you this place"

"What is it?" I asked him.

"A surprise, but it's important to me"

The last time Harry took me somewhere it turned out to be the park, and that wasn't so bad. Tonight couldn't be any worse, could it? There's only one way to find out.

"Alright" I said "I'll go with you"

"Thank you" he said, sitting up so he was only straddling me "Wear something warm too, we're going to go at night"

"Why at night?"

"You'll see"

He climbs off me altogether then retreats upstairs. Part of me was actually looking forward to tonight; Harry told me that this place was important to him, would he have taken Taylor, or any others girls from school? I don't think so. And he said to dress warm, so that mean't he was taking me out-doors. I wasn't sure where he planned to take me, but I hoped it was somewhere good.

Chapter ten, all ready and uploaded! Sorry it took a bit longer than usual to update, but I had just a tad of writers block. So what do you all think? Is the story good so far, or do you want more drama? If you have any suggestions please comment and if you like the story, please keep reading. That's it for now! Julz xox