Jessi

"That was amazing." I smirked as I washed the shampoo from my hair. We'd finally recovered enough to take a shower. I giggled as Harry hopped around beside me, he looked funny.

"My back's covered in scratches again, isn't it?" He spun around and my mouth fell open as I took in the red, angry marks.

"Sorry." I mumbled, feeling a little guilty.

"Stings like a bitch!" He was still fidgeting around, uncomfortably so I gently wiped the soap away and brushed his soapy hair over his shoulder. I got him to lean back and stood on my tiptoes and rinsed his hair, being careful not to get anymore soap in the scratches.

"Okay. All gone." I smirked.

"Thank you." He whined.

"Big baby!" I giggled to myself as I went back to washing my body.

"I heard that!" He chuckled, his strong arms wrapping around me. "But I forgive you. And you can scratch me as much as you like if it means you scream my name like that again, it was insanely hot."

"Well, it's not like I had to worry about anyone overhearing us, is it?" I quietly sighed as he helped wash the soap from my body. My moaning often made me feel self conscious. I knew it could be loud but with Harry I couldn't stop myself.

"I don't know Jess, it was pretty fucking loud." Harry sniggered.

"Alright, alright. I couldn't help it. It's all your fault, anyway." I poked his chest as I felt my cheeks burning red.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed, Baby. I love it when you moan my name. It lets me know that I'm making you feel good." He kissed my head.

"More like freaking amazing." I whispered.

"What? I didn't quite hear that." His smirk was so huge, I was tempted to wipe it right off his annoyingly handsome face.

"I said," I paused, still deciding which route to take. "You make me feel amazing." There was no denying it, anyway.

"I believe you said freaking amazing!" He corrected me.

"Shut up!" I groaned. "And keep gloating and your head will be so big you'll get stuck in this shower forever." I sassed as I walked out the shower and went to grab a towel.

"Hey, the feeling's mutual you know?" He took the towel away from me and wrapped me in a super fluffy bathrobe, tying it tight. I loved how soft it felt against my skin.

I doubted that I made him feel as good as he made me feel but I was learning some little things he liked. It might sound arrogant but I don't think I'm bad in bed but there was no way I made Harry feel like his entire world had changed for the better, like there was nobody else on the entire planet that could make him feel this way, like without me his life would be empty, like in that exact moment nobody or nothing else mattered, just us. I felt those things and more, every time he makes me orgasm I become so overwhelmed with feelings I fall in love with him all over again and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

"Earth to Jessi?" Harry's face was inches from mine.

"The feeling is mutual." I smiled. He was also wearing a fluffy white bathrobe.

"I knew you weren't listening." He pouted.

"That's what you said." I pouted back.

"And after that?" His eyebrows raised.

"Earth to Jessi?" I said sheepishly. He huffed, cupping my cheeks in his hands.

"I said you, Jessi Monroe, are the reason I know what being in love is. When we make love, it feels like the rest of the world melts away, nothing matters but you. I'd be lost without you because I am so totally, completely, overwhelmingly, eye-poppingly, life-changingly, spectacularly, passionately, in love with you." I jumped on him, knocking him to the floor, holding him as tightly as I could.

"You're so dramatic but I love you." I kissed all over his chest and we both laughed until the doorbell interrupted us.

"Oh good. I'm looking forward to this." Harry grinned as we got up off the floor.

"Looking forward to what?" I asked as he pulled me along behind him.

"You'll see." He smirked as we headed downstairs.

"Shouldn't we get dressed?" I asked, realising we were both still naked under our bathrobes.

"No point." His smirk got wider as he yanked open the front door.

"Harry!" The blonde guy facing us smiled.

"Harry!" Harry smirked. "And this is Jessi." He wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Hello love, you weren't kidding, H. She is stunning and so tiny."

"She prefers funsize." Harry chuckled.

"Hey, watch it Stretch!" I elbowed Harry's ribs.

"So as lovely as your doorstep is, do you want to help me inside?" The blonde Harry asked.

"Sure. Did you bring the suit I asked for?" H replied, swanning outside with not a care in the world he was naked under that bathrobe.

"Yep, the one you almost wore to the Brit's." H took several garment bags from Harry who grabbed some other bags before they both came back inside.

"So Jessi, are you ready to try on some outfits?" Harry smiled at me.

"Uhm. Sure?" I didn't understand what was happening.

"Oh shit, I'm Harry's stylist. I realised we didn't explain that." He said as he sat everything down on one of Harry's sofas.

"I can't wait to see what you brought for Jessi." H smiled, kissing my cheek as he came back to stand beside me.

"Well tough luck, mate. Off you go, try on your suit."

"What? No! I want to see the dresses you brought!" H pouted but Harry didn't listen, he shooed him up the stairs.

"Come on then love, I can't wait to show you the dresses." He grabbed the rest of the garment bags and ushered me upstairs and into one of the spare bedrooms. "So Harry told me you like Alexander McQueen so I brought two of his dresses and then another two which I think will look amazing on you." He was smiling widely and I have to admit I was getting rather excited. "Oh, so the first one we have here is one of my picks. It's from Coast." He pulled a white dress out the garment bag and before I could stop myself I screwed up my face.

"Oh, we don't like that one, okay. Onto the next one." He chuckled.

"I'm sorry. It's a lovely dress, but it reminds me too much of a wedding dress." I felt bad, like I was questioning his taste or something.

"Hey no need to apologise. Never let somebody put you in an outfit you don't like, promise me?" He commanded.

"I promise." I smiled, feeling a little more comfortable. I squealed a little as he pulled out the next dress, it was beautiful. It was a red floor length dress with long sleeves and embellished cuffs.

"This is an Alexander McQueen number. Hurry and try it on. I can't wait to see you in it." He pushed me into the dressing room attached to the guest bedroom.

"Uhm. Harry?" I remembered I had no underwear on.

"Yeah?"

"Could you - uhm - could you-"

"Jeez, what is it, Love? We don't have all day." He smiled, poking his head around the corner.

"I need underwear." I felt my cheeks blush but Harry didn't seem to care.

"I'll be back in a second." He yelled. I inspected the dress as it hung in front of me. The cuffs were so pretty, they had jewels sewn into them and I loved the way they sparkled.

"Okay. Chop chop!" Harry said as he handed over my underwear. Once he'd disappeared I quickly got changed and my heart sank as I realised the dress was too long for me. Sometimes I really hated being short. Maybe I could pin it up or something. I looked in the mirror and realised there was no saving it, the sleeves were too long and the dress wasn't sitting right on my body as it wasn't made for somebody with my proportions. I honestly had never felt so ugly.

"Are you alright in there?" Harry yelled.

"I look hideous." I sighed.

"Nonsense. Let me have a look -" He paused as he walked around the corner. "OK, so that dress is all wrong for you and I fear the other Alexander McQueen dress will be exactly the same which means we're left with one dress. Hopefully, you'll like it better than the other one I picked out." He chuckled and disappeared. I slipped out of the dress and hung it back up on the hanger. "Try it on." He dangled the dress round the corner. It was very skimpy. Tiny glitzy spaghetti straps and a thigh high split. It definitely wasn't something I would choose for myself but I had to wear something so I did as he said. I removed my bra as it was poking out of the fabric everywhere and I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Holy shit! I actually looked good, no better than good, I looked fucking hot. The dress fit me perfectly and now I had it on, it looked pretty. I spun around slowly, admiring how the dress hugged my body.

"Jessi? You're too quiet. What's up?" Harry paused as he walked round the corner. "I fucking knew you'd look hot in that dress. Balmain to the rescue!" He smiled before spinning me around. "Harry is going to jizz his fucking pants when he sees you." I couldn't help but laugh at his bluntness.

"You're not wrong." I recognised Harry's voice and my mouth fell open as I spun round to face him. He looked ridiculously sexy, he was wearing a tux, but the jacket wasn't just a normal black. Oh no, Harry didn't do normal. His jacket was a dark green velvet and boy did it bring out the green in his eyes. I needed an ice-cold shower to cool me down, my body was on fire just looking at him.

"Jess - you - uhm - WOW!" Harry stumbled.

"You too." I smiled. Keeping my hands off him would definitely be a challenge.

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I washed my hands and double checked my hair and makeup in the mirror. As always Louise had done a fantastic job, my hair was in a braided crown and my makeup was natural except for my eye makeup. She'd terrified me when she said she was going to give me green eye makeup but she had somehow pulled it off and it matched Harry's jacket perfectly. I quickly dried my hands and headed back to find Harry. I felt bad for rushing in here as soon as we arrived but we'd been stuck in traffic for ages and I really needed to pee.

"Oh, fuck!" I sighed quietly as I spotted who he was chatting to.

"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" A lovely lady beside me asked.

"Yeah. It's just my boyfriend seems to be over there deep in conversation with my boss. Well, not just my boss, the boss, the CEO of Columbia. I had been hoping to avoid talking to him, he's scary." I blurted out, my nerves making me overly talkative.

"Oh, he's not." the lady chuckled. "I can testify to that. He's my husband." I immediately wanted the ground to swallow me up. Somebody please strike me down. Right now.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean he was - I mean - it's just he's like -"

"It's okay. I understand. Let's go talk to him together." She chuckled as she ushered me towards them. "So what is it you do at Columbia?"

"Uhm - I'm a photographer." I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but it wasn't working and my palms were sweating like crazy. "In the New York studio, mostly." A huge smile spread across Harry's face as he spotted me.

"Rob, honey. You seem to have stolen this young lady's partner." She smiled at her husband and I couldn't help but smile as he greeted her by kissing her cheek. They looked good together. Harry's hand immediately wrapped around mine and I wasn't sure if it was the sweaty palms or the look of sheer terror that was probably plastered all over my face but he leaned in and whispered, "are you okay?" and placed a gentle kiss just below my ear. I felt myself relax a little and nodded.

"So you must be the famous, Jessi? Or Jessica?" Rob smiled.

"Just Jessi." I smiled, glancing at Harry. God only knows what Harry had been saying about me.

"Well, Just Jessi. I've heard wonderful things about you." He chuckled.

"Uhm. Thank you Sir but Harry is a little biased when it comes to my work." I smiled, squeezing Harry's hand tighter.

"Please call me Rob. And it's not just Harry who's been singing your praises, although I'm inclined to believe him as he also told me you were beautiful and he wasn't lying about that." Rob looked over his shoulder and beckoned somebody over. My cheeks were blushing as I glanced up at Harry who just shrugged in response.

"Eric here is hoping you'll apply for a permanent position once you finish school next year."

"Evening Jessi!" Eric smiled.

"Evening Eric!" I smiled, I think my cheeks were now permanently pink. Hearing everyone praising me was not something I was used to. The fact the CEO even knew who I was blew my mind.

"You do plan to stay with us when you graduate, don't you?" Eric looked serious.

"I would be honoured. I love my job." I beamed. I really did and I wouldn't even consider going anywhere else, Justin and his boss have been amazing. I mean where else would give you time off to go see your boyfriend.

"Glad to hear it, I've given Justin some information on potential jobs that might interest you." Eric smiled.

"Thank you Eric, it really means a lot. I'll check them out as soon as I get back to New York." I couldn't believe it, I was so excited.

"I'm sure you will." Rob smiled. "Now go have fun, you two." His wife added, ushering us off. "Enough work for tonight." I heard her say to Rob as we left.

I smiled as Harry handed me a glass of Champagne before taking one himself.

"You're drinking?" I raised my eyebrow at him, apart from that night in the Ace and his Birthday I'd never seen him drinking.

"I think finding your dream job is cause for a celebration, don't you? I'm so proud of you, Baby." He smiled.

"I do. I can't believe it!" I grinned.

"I can. You're amazing." Harry kissed me and I truly felt like I was on cloud nine.

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I smiled as Harry gripped my waist tighter as we swayed in time with the intro to Since I Don't Have You by Guns n Roses. I loved this song, and I almost jumped up and down when Harry had agreed to dance.

"You know this isn't very romantic for a couple to dance to? I never plan on letting you get away." Harry whispered in my ear.

"Shh.." Axl was about to sing. "I don't have plans and schemes, and I don't have hopes and dreams, I - I - I don't have anything."

"Since I don't have you." I smiled as Harry took over singing. I loved listening to him sing. His voice made me go all gooey inside.

"It sounds sexy though, and I'd feel like this if I lost you." I said as the guitar solo played.

"Are you saying I should learn Slash guitar solos?" Harry chuckled, his hand wandering over my arse before giving it a squeeze.

"Are you serious?! YES! I think that could make my clothes spontaneously fall off!" I giggled, that would be so hot.

"I can play Sweet Child of Mine on Guitar Hero, does that count?" Harry chuckled, squeezing my arse again.

"I'm not sure it would have quite the same effect, Styles. But we can try it when we get home, if you want?" I smirked.

"Oh, I want." He growled in my ear, making my body shiver. And I couldn't stop a smile from spreading across my face as he sang to me again. I was disappointed when the music ended and a song I didn't recognise came on and apparently Harry didn't recognise it either as he took my hand and pulled me over to the side of the dance floor. "You want another glass of Champagne, Baby?"

"If you're having one?" I smiled, he was getting a little tipsy. He gently kissed my nose.

"Wait right here. Don't move. I won't be long." I giggled at his insistence I didn't move. I looked around at everyone here, apart from Eric and Rob there was nobody I recognised. Harry had spoken to a few people but apart from them he didn't know anyone here either. It was nice we were kind of in the same boat but unlike me, most people here knew exactly who Harry was.

"JESSI MONROE!" I heard a woman's voice yell from behind me and I turned to see a curvy brunette rushing towards me. She didn't look familiar. Maybe she was a fan of Harry or One Direction so knew me from that. "I can't believe it, are you fucking Harry Styles?" She hugged me before I could stop her and I'm sure my mouth had hit the floor, did she seriously just ask me that?

"Uhm. Excuse me, but do I know you?" Maybe she was a reporter trying to get me to confess something.

"We went to school together. You had those awful purple braces." She laughed, and it hit me in a flash. It was fucking 'Krazy Karen', the girl who tormented me every day about my braces and the girl who was way too happy when we had to dissect frogs in Biology.

"Karen Baxter?"

"The one and only." She smirked. "You look different." Her eyes scanned me for any imperfection, I was sure.

"Thanks. You too." I forced a smile.

"So are you fucking Harry?" She tried again.

"As if, he's just a friend I suppose, I took photos of One Direction for work." I tried to pretend like I knew him as little as possible. I didn't trust her.

"That's funny. I could've sworn I saw him snogging your face off in the corner earlier." A wicked grin spread over her face.

"Must've been somebody else." I retorted.

"Funny, I don't see anyone else here who looks like a Fairytale Prince and is wearing a green velvet jacket. Low key isn't exactly his thing, is it?" She grinned.

"Well then, it must've been another girl." Even though I knew it was a lie, it still hurt to say those words.

"Nice try, Jessi Monroe. I recognise your slutty dress." She poked me in the chest. I was seconds from losing my cool when Harry suddenly appeared.

"Hi Jess, who is your friend?" He smiled.

"We used to go to the same school." I rolled my eyes, making sure Karen couldn't see.

"I'm Karen." She literally flung her arms around him and I saw his eyes widen in surprise.

"Hi Karen, I'm Harry." He said.

"Oh, I know who you are. You are the hottest person on the planet." Karen exclaimed and I couldn't help but smirk as she turned total fangirl.

"That's impossible while Jessi is on this planet too. She wins every time." Harry smiled admiringly at me and I felt my cheeks turn bright red. Karen's mouth was now opening and closing like a fish as she struggled with what to say next. "I'm sorry Karen but could you excuse us for a second?" Harry asked.

"Oh uhm... yeah. I should get back to my friend." And I sighed in relief as she wandered off.

"Thank you. I need you to teach me that." I pulled him down so I could kiss his cheek.

"Teach you what?" His hand rested on my lower back.

"How to piss people off while being perfectly nice to them." I giggled.

"I was only speaking the truth." His green eyes not moving from mine.

"Anyway, I was about to lose it so thank you." I ignored his truth statement, he was way hotter than I was, we weren't even in the same league. "She called my dress slutty." I pouted.

"This dress?" His hands running down the side of my body.

"Uh huh." I whined.

"Well then, she's a fool, because this dress is elegant, chic and sexy as hell. Just like the woman wearing it." He kissed just below my ear causing me to let out a moan. "Fuck, Jess! Please tell me you're ready to get out of here?" I was. I really was, but I decided to have a little fun with him.

"Hey, what happened to my Champagne?" I smiled.

"I thought fuck the Champagne, I'd much rather taste you." I instantly felt myself getting wet at his words. I pulled him as close as I could and quickly slid my hand over his crotch before turning on my heels and marching towards the door.

"Oh, you are so gonna get it when I get you home." He growled, wrapping his arms around my waist as he caught up.

"Hey, what about Guitar Hero?" I giggled.

"Fuck Guitar Hero! I'm gonna march you upstairs and get you so horny every nerve in your body will be screaming out for me to take you!"

"Harry..." His name left my lips in a whimper but our moment was interrupted as soon as we made it outside and found ourselves surrounded by paps. We immediately pulled away from each other and then Harry grabbed my hand and walked towards a car that was waiting.

"Harry? Jessi? Did you guys have a nice date?"

"You guys looked very intimate there, do you have any comments?"

"Jessi, how does it feel to be breaking millions of girls' hearts?"

They were closing around us and I could feel my breathing increasing. I hated this; I felt like I would suffocate. I tried to only concentrate on Harry, his thumb was stroking the back of my hand.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I don't know who you are waiting for but could you possibly get us out of here?" Harry asked when the driver rolled down his window.

"No worries. Get in." I heard the driver reply. They were surrounding the car, and I yelped Harry's name as one of them stood on my foot.

"You okay?" Harry asked, turning to face me. I nodded but inside I was screaming no. "It's okay. We'll be gone in a second, Baby." He said.

"Jessi, a source tells us you spent the evening kissing, is that true?"

"Harry are you going to admit that this is your girlfriend?"

I felt my chest tighten as Harry had to physically move people so we could get to the car door. He helped me inside once he got the door open and then he followed me inside but they were actually holding the door open, stopping Harry from closing it.

"Why don't you kiss her Harry?"

I was shaking from fear; I felt like they were never going to let us go and then my vision went blurry and I knew I was going to faint.

"Jessi, Baby, please wake up?" Harry's voice was pleading, and I flung my eyes open. Harry was looking down at me with tears and terror etched on his face. "Oh, thank God. You scared the shit out of me."

"I'm okay. It's happened before." I held him tight, hoping to make him feel better.

"Do you still want me to take you to the hospital?" The driver asked.

"No." I shook my head. "Please, just take me home?" I pleaded. Harry told the driver his address, and I relaxed as he took the next turn. I hated hospitals besides there was nothing they could do. I hadn't hit my head so there was nothing to worry about.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I couldn't stop it. I just - I thought they weren't going to let us go."

"Shh... It's okay. It's all over now." Harry kissed my cheek. "Are you sure you don't need the hospital though?"

"Everything I need is right here in this car." I squeezed his hand tight.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He stroked my cheek. I nodded. Harry didn't look convinced so I pulled him closer and kissed him passionately and thankfully he finally relaxed and kissed me back.