We both are covered by sweat, with wet hair.

We lay down, my head on his shoulder, our hands and legs intertwined, just enjoying the present moment.

"I've missed you" he whispers, his fingers caressing my forehead.

He can be so gentle.

"I googled you" I say.

"What?" he laughs.

"Yeah"

"Now you're on google too" he chuckles

"Great, I'm famous "The mystery half naked girl on a boat with Harry Styles".

"That's a start".

"I won't google you again"

He raises an eyebrow before saying "Why?"

"Because I want to hear things from you, not reading it online"

A soft smile appears to his face as he kisses me again.

"Well, It's time to take a shower". I shout, we've been laying for too long, I need to take a shower.

Standing on my feet, I pull the sheet to cover my naked body. Harry puts his boxers on and shows me where the bathroom is.

"So you dated Taylor Swift?" I say, while we walk in the hallway to the bathroom.

Harrys faces me, smiling "So you don't know about me, but you know about her?" he giggles. "You seriously have never heard about us?" he furrows an eyebrow. "It's good you won't google me again though"

"I've probably heard Story of my life a few times" I laugh.

"Seriously?"

"Don't look at me like that! I don't own French radios" I smile.

"I"ll subscribe you a Deezer account, so you can listen to my music" he grins.

The bathroom is huge. He hands me some towels, and closes the door behind him. Taking a hot shower has always been my thing, while I shampoo my hair, I can't stop thinking about what's happening to me. I don't know what to feel about it. Where is this going? It's not like we're dating or something. I don't even know if I gonna see him again. He's been with really pretty girls, and I am just a random girl. My heart starts to pound, am I having real feeling about him, or is it the kind of things you feel when you just met someone? Would I feel the same thing if he wasn't who he is? It's not like my feeling has started when I learned the truth anyway.

Putting fresh clothes on, I go downstairs. Harry's sitting on his couch, a bunch of papers all over the coffee table in front of him, a pen in his mouth. He seems deeply focused on what he's doing. He's showered too, he probably has more than one bathroom in his giant house.

"Hey" he heard me stepping in the living room. His eyes stares at mine.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Working"

The look on my face makes him known that I don't see what he's talking about.

"I am writing songs" he adds, a soft grin on his face.

"Oh, you do that too" I should have known!

"Yeah" he smiles "I've been working a lot since I came home, that's why I didn't call you back sooner too, when I write, you know, time flies"

"Okay" I sigh in agreement. "Can I hear it?"

"Not until it's done"