After my unfortunately embarrassing acrobatic fall display in front of Harry, I have spent the last two days at home being frustratingly mollycoddled.

Despite the fact that my dad is a doctor, on Wednesday evening he insisted on driving me to A&E to get checked over. The laborious wait to be seen at the hospital, when I was sitting right beside my dad, was frustrating but made infinitely better when Harry texted me.

Mick the Lion - How you are feeling? H

Lily G-F - Much better thanks but at A&E as I text, Dad's insistence!

Mick the Lion - Wise man, better to be safe than sorry and he is a doctor afterall! H

Lily G-F - Precisely, he's a doctor, home diagnosis, what am I doing here?!

Mick The Lion - Parents prerogative, he's just looking out for you. H

Lily G-F - Suppose. Thanks again for taking care of me.

Mick the Lion - Glad you are ok, see you soon. H

As suspected, no stitches were necessary however things got worse the following day when mum demanded that not only was I to have the day off from college but that she was going to work at home to ensure I was okay. She subsequently spent the whole day smothering me and couldn't have possibly got any work done at all.

It's nice to know they both care but I am not a good patient and find too much fussing overbearing. Luckily I wasn't sick again and just needed to rest. Thankfully the headaches have lessoned but, as expected, a wonderfully colourful bruise decorates my temple.

So today is Saturday, Mum has an appointment in town and is currently driving via Summer Haze so I can collect my car. Much to my horror she wanted to thank 'Mick' in person for taking care of me but luckily I have managed to dissuade her by saying he is extremely busy and unlikely to be at the house today. To make doubly sure, I delayed our leave time so she is now running late for her appointment and has to drop me off at the end of the track.

I wave her off and head towards the imposing wooden gates. After being stuck indoors over the last few days, the walk is a welcome one, the cool air feels refreshing in my lungs.

I texted Harry yesterday to confirm he'd be around this afternoon and check if it was convenient. His reply 'nowhere else to be' I found quite amusing.

As usual I enter the garden through the gate to be greeted by a feint melody from guitar strings. I wander around the back of the house towards the conservatory to find Harry strumming chords around lyrics. His journal and laptop are both open on the low table in front of him. He appears to be writing a song again but this one is different to the last one I heard. It is fascinating to see a musician at work and not something I have been privy to before. I feel compelled to listen.

"Short days,

The summer haze shines across her face,

Long nights,

All alone shadows cast no light."

His fingers leave the strings and he leans forwards again to tap the keys on his laptop. Worried he might see me, I decide to make my presence known. Last time I pried into his business we argued. We are getting on well at last and I don't want to do anything to jeopardise that.

"Hi Harry." I knock my fist lightly against the doorframe. "Not disturbing you am I?"

He cocks his head to one side and smiles, "Hello, not at all. I woke up this morning with my head absolutely buzzing with lyrics and I had to get them down." He places the guitar upright between his legs and leans forward to rest his clasped hands on top of the mahogany headstock. His fingers are adorned with three silver rings, each very pretty but masculine at the same time.

"Have you written much since you've been here?" I lean up against the doorframe but he motions with a point of his finger for me to take a seat on the sofa opposite him.

"About three songs so far. This place is really pulling the most amazing emotions out of me." He looks down at his journal resting on the table and bites his bottom lip in contemplation.

"Could be something to do with being here alone, no outside influences, just your thoughts and ideas, you and your guitar." I offer cheerfully.

He smiles in agreement. "You are probably right and it's good, no more than good it feels great I am really pleased." He looks so happy and relaxed.

"That's wonderful, good for you."

"More importantly, you look much better, how's your head?"

"Healing nicely thanks. Parents just about calm now too!" I raise my eyebrows.

He chuckles. "It's only because they care Lily."

"I know I know. I'll grab my key if that's ok and get out your hair, leave you to do whatever you creative types do." I grin at him.

His lips turn up into a wide smile. "Eloquently put but remember you are a creative type too," he emphasises the 'creative' with air quotes. "Floristry is the art of creating beautiful arrangements out of flowers is it not?" He cocks an eyebrow towards me as though waiting for my acknowledgement of his beautiful description.

I pout my lips out considering his words. "Now that is eloquently put Harry, I've never thought of it like that before."

He stands up and places the guitar carefully on the sofa then beckons me to follow him further into the house. My key dutifully sits on the console table in the hall and he hands it to me. I follow him into the kitchen where he takes the lid of a pot and stirs whatever is inside. It is definitely a savory something, the smell isn't giving off a sweet aroma.

"Still cooking I see." I offer playfully at his obvious obsession with food preparation.

"Yes and it's incredible how something that most people take for granted can bring me such joy." His enthusiasm for the simplest of everyday tasks is totally endearing. "Do you know this is the longest time that I have ever prepared three meals a day for myself. Usually I might get one or two days in before I revert back to airplane food, my mum or dad's cooking if I'm visiting home, tour catering, hotel catering, fast food, takeaways or restaurant food."

"Well, when you put it like that, I can see why you're enjoying it. What's on your menu today?" I lean over the pot to try and see but the lid is all steamed up.

"Good old spaghetti bolognaise. I usually steer clear of red meat but hey I'm on a break so I can eat what I want." He makes a funny face as though trying to justify it to himself.

"It smells good. Well I'll see you Wednesday, thanks again and enjoy your spag bol."

I quickly turn to go out into the hallway to leave and expect him to follow me but instead his casually asked question hits my eardrums catching me completely off guard.

"Lily would you like to join me for supper, that's if you haven't got any other plans of course?"

I stop and turn around to face him. He is stood, leaning coolly against the kitchen surface with his palms resting against the sides.

"Um oh, I-." I flounder at his invitation.

He holds his hands up and turns away, lifting the lid of the pot to stir it again, clearly to distract him from having to look at me. "It's ok, I understand if you're busy." His reply is swift and an attempt to prevent any awkwardness from filling the air.

"No, not at all," I gush, "it's not that, it's-," I am hesitant, "Is your girlfriend not around this weekend, I wouldn't want to intrude?"

He shoots me a look and his lips part slightly. "Girlfriend?"

Still surprised at his invite I totally miss his amused expression. "Yes, the really pretty woman who I saw a few weeks ago."

"Right, yes, Gemma, no she's not here this weekend." He shakes his head his voice taking on a slightly higher pitch than usual.

"She's very beautiful Harry."

"Yes, yes she is both on the inside and outside." He nods turning away from me again to busy himself with something on the hob.

"That's so lovely, so how long have you known each other?" I ask intrigued now he's finally confirmed he has a girlfriend.

"Oh I've known her all my life." He offers with a hint of sarcasm that again I totally don't pick up on.

My mouth drops open at the romance of it all, "That's so romantic, you were childhood friends."

"Yes, this tattoo is dedicated to her." He lifts the sleeve of his tee to point out the inking of the iced-gem on his upper arm.

"You must really love her, that's amazing."

I am too swept up in the emotion of our conversation to notice that Harry's face is desperately trying to hold back a smirk, until he turns away from me to stir the pot again. He lifts his fist to his mouth and I pick up his fake cough trying to mask his laugh.

"What?" I look at him and narrow my eyes.

His nostrils flare as he pulls his bottom teeth over his top lip teeth. "Gemma is my sister."

My face drops and I feel the deep frown lines form on the bridge of my nose, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I just assumed."

"It's ok." He deep raspy laugh fills the kitchen and a huge smile fills his face as he looks towards me, dimples digging deep.

"Aww, you said you were both close."

"Yes, yes we are, very close."

"So how long for you?"

A jokey frown crosses his eyebrows. "What, how long has she been my sister? All my life, she's older than me."

"No silly, how long since your last girlfriend?"

His smile dissipates as his lips form a flat line. I've over stepped the line of questioning and the lighthearted atmosphere has been replaced by an awkward silence between us. I look away embarrassed at my over familiarity. "You don't have to answer that it's none of my business I'm sorry."

He shrugs, "No, it's fine, it's just been a while." He's leant back against the counter, his arms folded in front of him. Both of his lips are pulled into his mouth.

"Well you surprise me."

"Why?"

"You, with all the women you must meet or are able to meet, I don't believe there's no one special."

"Well it's true, got my heart singed a while ago. In truth I'm ok with it. It'll happen when it's meant to, you can't force these things." He replies matter-of-factly.

"That's a very noble PR answer Mr Styles, you have been trained well!" I try to lighten the mood once again.

"Sorry."

"Don't be, I didn't mean to pry." I look sincerely at him.

"You aren't but the myth that I can have anyone I want doesn't exist. I've dated lots of women but my hectic lifestyle makes it hard to keep a relationship." He's pensively quiet all of a sudden.

"Well perhaps now you've got more time on your hands you'll meet someone." I suggest jovially.

"Yes perhaps I will." He grins at my forwardness.

"Well you won't shut up here will you!" I laugh out loud.

He shrugs and smiles and looks away a bit coyly then changes the subject. "So are you going to join me for spag bol or is Mr Lily taking you out tonight?"

Now it's his turn to delve into my personal life. I burst out laughing. "Mr Lily! I like it! Umm no sadly not."

"Well you surprise me also."

"There was a Mr Lily but he decided to cheat and become Mr Sarah so what can you do." I shrug my shoulders, a sarcastic smile graces my lips.

Harry pouts, "Well better off without him if you ask me."

"Yeah, couldn't agree more, well I didn't think so at the time but you know, time helps, you get over it, you know."

"How long ago if you don't mind me asking."

"About 12 months. Don't worry it hasn't turned me into a man hater just a him hater. I'm over it." I answer unconvincingly.

"Really, you haven't convinced me."

"Well, I fell hard for his charms, then he cheated, then I fell into the post-he-cheated-on-me depression, hated all men for a while, even my dad and my brother, then went out and got drunk, kissed a few frogs and they didn't turn into my Prince but they helped me like men again. I'm blabbering again aren't I, bad habbit, yes spag bol would be lovely, thank you."