If this room was burning, I wouldn't even notice. Cos you've been taking up my mind with your little white lies, little white lies.....

I looked into Harry's eyes and he was wearing a pained expression. "It's the radio, honestly. I really don't listen to my own music, like some sort of egomaniac," he promised. I barely heard him - I was too consumed by the bass and the drum beat of Little White Lies filling the kitchen.

You say it's getting late, it's getting late and you don't know if you can stay, if you can stay but you, you don't tell the truth no, you, you like playing games...

My fingers started twitching involuntarily, beating out the rhythm of the drum beat against my own thigh.

Your hands touching me, they're touching me and your eyes keep saying things, they're saying what we'd do, when it's only me and you, I can't concentrate... It's all I'm thinking about, all I keep thinking about, everything else just fades away...

The beat stopped and I looked over at Harry who was watching me with hunger in his eyes.

If this room was burning, I wouldn't even notice. Cos you've been taking up my mind with your little white lies, little white lies...

"I think I know why you like this song so much," Harry said, sliding off his stool and pulling me off mine.

You say you're a good girl, but I know you would girl, cos you've been telling me all night with your little white lies, little white lies, with your, little white lies, little white lies...

"Why is that?" I whispered as he slid his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. He didn't speak, but the song carried on.

Back seat of the cab, we're in a cab now, lips getting so attached, they're so attached now you wanna make some rules now, cool, and we'll watch them break tonight... I know what you want, and I've been waiting so long....

"This could have been written about you," he breathed as he lowered his lips onto mine.

If this room was burning, I wouldn't even notice. Cos you've been taking up my mind with your little white lies, little white lies...

You say you're a good girl, but I know you would girl, cos you've been telling me all night with your little white lies, little white lies, with your, little white lies, little white lies...

My favourite bit was coming up. I pulled my face an inch away from Harry's and looked deep into his eyes. He lifted the hem of my top slightly and stroked my hips with his fingertips. My skin erupted into goosebumps where his fingers were touching me.

I know you want it, I know you feel it too... Let's stop pretending that you don't know and I don't know just what we came to do, came to do....

There was no going back now as he pressed his lips fiercely against mine and I pushed my hips hard against his. The bass vibrated through the speakers and my whole body buzzed with anticipation. The combination of kissing Harry Styles, while listening to the one song that never failed to turn me on was overpowering and my entire body erupted in more goosebumps. Harry slid his hands up the back of my top as we kissed, and the feel of his fingertips on my skin made my legs tremble. He pressed my body harder against his and our breathing grew faster and more urgent.

If this room was burning, I wouldn't even notice. Cos you've been taking up my mind with your little white lies, little white lies...

You say you're a good girl, but I know you would girl, cos you've been telling me all night with your little white lies, little white lies, with your, little white lies, little white lies...

Harry fumbled on the counter for the sound system remote as the song finished and shut it off without breaking our kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he began to walk me backwards away from the kitchen and through a door into a darkened room. His lips didn't leave mine as he felt his hand along the wall and then dim lights came on, casting a golden glow over what I now realised was his bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind us and I began fumbling with his shirt buttons. I felt his smile break against my lips as he said "Oh so now you want to take my shirt off..."

I smiled back against his lips as we carried on kissing. "Well I tried throwing two drinks over you but you just wouldn't take the hint," I teased.

He chuckled as I got the last button undone and slipped his shirt off his shoulders. I lightly rubbed my palms over his chest and down, and traced the outline of his butterfly tattoo with my index finger. He tilted his head sideways and began kissing my neck, at the same time lifting the hem of my top up to my shoulders. He broke away to pull my top over my head and then pressed his lips back against mine as he dropped my top on the floor. I silently thanked Callie for bullying me into wearing decent underwear that evening.

I hooked my fingers into the belt loops of his skinny jeans and pulled him to me. I could feel his hardness pressing against me through the fabric, and he moved his hands up into my hair, grabbing handfuls of it as our kissing heated up. I unbuttoned his jeans and he kicked his shoes off before slipping his jeans down and kicking them across the room. I took a moment to admire just how goddamm sexy he looked in just his boxer shorts as he unbuttoned my jeans, and I stepped out of my Louboutins, instantly reducing my height by about four inches. "Hey, where'd you go?" Harry teased.

"I'm going nowhere," I told him as I eased my jeans over my thighs and left them in a small pile on the floor. He gave a murmur of appreciation as he surveyed me in my underwear. The navy satin and lace set seemed to be a hit. He had to bend further to kiss me now, and gently pushed me back onto his bed, leaning over me and planting soft kisses on my lips. I skated my fingers down his sides to the waistband of his boxers, and hooked my fingertips over the top, gently stroking his stomach with the backs of my fingers. He ran his hands up my stomach to my breasts, and gently rubbed his thumb over my nipple. I let out a involuntary moan and he began trailing kisses across my jaw and down my neck. He grazed his tongue across my collarbone and I arched my back in pleasure. He slipped his hand behind my back and unclipped my bra in one swift movement. I dropped it over the edge of the bed and he lowered his face my other nipple and gently swirled his tongue around it. I moaned louder this time, and buried my fingers in his hair. After a minute he lifted his head up and pulled me by my arm into a sitting position. I moved so I was sitting astride his lap and held his face in my hands as I kissed him passionately, and he gently stroked my nipples with the backs of his hands. I pushed him back so he was lying down and I was still sitting astride him, and I carried on kissing him before gently biting down on his bottom lip. It was his turn to moan now, and I grazed my teeth over his ear lobe, then skimmed my lips over his neck before kissing my way slowly down his chest, his stomach, and stopping at his boxer shorts. I hesitated for a moment, before curling my fingers over the waistband and pulling them down.

He was hard and hot. He lifted his head from the bed slightly to look at me, but as I ran my tongue over the tip of his erection he groaned and let his head flop back. I ran my tongue all over him and he breathed hard a few times before pushing himself onto his elbows to look at me. "I won't last two minutes with you doing that," he confessed. I started to protest but he pulled me up and rolled me over so I was on my back and he was leaning over me once more. "That was waaayy too good," he breathed as he kissed me on the lips, and skimmed his hand down my body. He ran his fingers over the inside of my thighs, so lightly it was barely a touch, but I gave a murmur of approval. Moving my knickers aside, he stroked me softly with one finger before slipping it inside me. I gasped, and he carried on stroking me, while kissing me and slipping his tongue into my mouth.

"Have you got a condom?" I asked, and he reached over to his bedside table and pulled one out. He tore it open and I slipped my pants off and rolled it onto him before he pushed me back on the bed again and moved over me. I was ready to explode with desire; I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him right at that moment. We started kissing again and I cried out softly as I felt him slide into me. He paused for a moment to adjust himself, and began moving in and out. I wrapped my legs around his and ran my hands over his back as the pace increased. His breath was hot on my face as we kissed. After a few minutes he suddenly slowed. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "I need to slow down for a minute," he muttered. I kissed him softly and he lay still for a minute, kissing me back. Then he took a deep breath and gave me an embarrassed smile. "That was a bit close," he said, starting to thrust into me again, harder and longer this time.

I wrapped my legs around him tighter as I felt myself getting nearer. He suddenly slowed again, but I dug my nails into his back and whispered in his ear, "Don't stop."

"But...," he began.

"Trust me," I insisted, and he did as I said and carried on, as I felt the first wave of orgasm break. My toes curled and I cried out, and then his lips were on mine again as he released into me. He groaned into my mouth and I could feel myself clenching him, over and over again. It seemed to go on forever, and I was quite happy for it never to end. Eventually he stopped and collapsed on top me, both of us panting. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes and I stroked his hair softly. Finally he had to move, and he rolled off me to the side and discreetly wrapped the condom up and let it fall into the bin. I rolled onto my side facing him and he lay down next to me on his side, looking into my eyes and grinning.

"I've been dying to do that for about 8 hours," he said.

"Ha!" I laughed. "I've been dying to do that for about 2 years!"

He open his mouth wide at my boldness and laughed a proper belly laugh. "Was it worth the wait?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

"You tell me," I replied.

"Definitely," he said, leaning over and kissing me softly the lips.

"Hmmm, I suppose," I said, feigning nonchalance.

He chuckled. "You could really damage a guy's ego, saying things like that," he teased.

"Oh please," I snorted. "I'm sure your ego is rock solid. Besides, you finally broke my resolve never to sleep with someone I just met. Consider that a pretty big compliment."

"I will," he said, smiling at me sleepily.

I glanced at the clock. "It's four in the morning - you must be shattered!" I said.

"Yeah, I'm pretty beat," he acknowledged. "Stay tonight with me?"

"I'm sure Paul wouldn't appreciate a call to take me home right now," I smiled.

He frowned at me, and reached out and stroked my arm. "Don't stay because you feel you have to," he said. "Stay because you want to."

"I do want to," I said, shyly.

"Good," he said. We smiled at each other, and then Harry pulled the covers back so we could wriggle under, and pulled me into the crook of his arm. He softly kissed the top of my head and I lightly traced my middle finger over his collarbone. Within seconds I felt sleep closing in on me, so I stole one last glance at his stunningly beautiful face before my eyes closed.