"So what time does your flight leave tomorrow?" I asked as the waiter cleared away our first course.

"I think it's about 8.30," he said

"In the morning?" I asked. No wonder he wasn't drinking if he had to be up early.

"No, the evening," he replied. "It got moved back. I'm getting picked up from home at 6."

"So how come you came back to London today?" I asked, thinking out loud.

He cleared his throat. "To take you out. If you'd said no I would have stayed an extra night with my mum and driven down tomorrow morning." I kept my gaze averted while I silently screamed.

"I'm flattered," I said, honestly.

He smiled. "Good. To be honest, I thought you were going to turn me down."

Errr what did he just say?

"Turn you down?" I said, trying to keep my voice normal. Who in their right mind would turn you down? I wanted to say, but didn't.

"Well, yeah," he said. "It kind of threw me a bit when you didn't text me after I put my number in your phone."

"I didn't even notice it," I said. "Of course, you could have just asked me for my number..."

"It was a spur of the moment thing," he said. "And after I followed you on Twitter I thought you'd probably message me, but you didn't. I wasn't sure if you were interested or not." I kept my face impassive but inside I was doing backflips.

"I didn't want to pester you," I said. "You must get women throwing themselves at you daily. I wasn't expecting to hear from you again to be honest." I blushed as I said this.

"You know how to keep a guy guessing," he smiled. "I like that."

"It's not intentional," I said. "I just don't do clingy."

"I think I figured that out," he nodded.

"So...," I hesitated, and then thought what the hell. "So that picture you tweeted the other day of the spilt drink..."

He grinned. "It was the only way I could think of getting your attention," he said. "I thought if you reacted to it, I'd ask you out. If you ignored it, I'd have assumed you weren't interested."

"So it was aimed at me?" I asked, just to clarify.

"Course it was," he said. "I just had to be a bit cryptic so no one else would understand."

I took a large sip of champagne to hide my smile. The waiter arrived with our main courses, and topped my champagne up again. I asked him for some water, and he brought another glass to the table. Harry looked at me questioningly.

"I've hardly eaten anything all day," I said. "This is starting to go to my head."

He smiled, and began asking me about my family and my childhood as we enjoyed our main course. I kept forgetting who I was on a date with. I never expected Harry Styles to be so easy to talk to, or so fun to be around. There were times when I would suddenly remember he was my guilty celebrity crush, member of the biggest boyband in the world, and hottest guy on the planet. And each time I did my stomach would flutter and my heart would pound sickeningly. We carried on talking long after our main course plates had been cleared, and when the waiter came over with the dessert menus I had to shake my head. "I don't think I have room for another bite," I confessed. There was still some champagne left in the bottle, but I was already feeling light-headed and was determined to keep in full control of myself.

I excused myself from Harry and found the bathroom. It was the poshest bathroom I had ever been in. It had huge marble sinks, soft lighting, and a toilet attendant. I smiled at her as I walked in, and locked myself in a cubicle. While I had a spare moment I pulled my phone out and sent a quick text to Callie:

Sorry I've been AWOL! I'll fill you in tomorrow night if you're free? xxx

You better had! Or else we are officially not speaking! xxx came the reply, immediately.

I felt bad I hadn't replied to her since last night after I had sent her the screen shot of Harry's tweet. God knows how she would react when I told her about our date.

I came out of the cubicle and washed my hands, and checked my makeup in the mirror. I reapplied some lipgloss, fluffed my hair with my fingers, and headed back to Harry. He was sitting at the table looking across the restaurant, and smiled as I sat back down. "Would you like another drink?" he asked.

"No thanks," I said. "I think there's still champagne left, but I don't think it would be a good idea to finish it."

"Sure?" he asked, and I nodded. "So, what do you want to do now?" he asked. "Can I persuade you to come back to my house for a coffee?"

"As much as I would love to, I really do have to be up at the crack of dawn to finish my work stuff," I said. "I'm honestly not making that up."

He smiled. "I believe you. But that doesn't mean I'm not disappointed."

"Sorry," I said, and I really, really meant it. There was nothing I would have liked more at that moment than to drag out every last possible second with Harry. But this evening had to end eventually and if I didn't get my work finished before 9am tomorrow my job could be on the line. Priorities, I reminded myself, PRIORITIES.

Harry signalled to the waiter to bring the bill, and he came over immediately. "Please let me pay my way," I said, reaching into my bag for my card.

"Absolutely not," he frowned. "I asked you out, so I'm paying."

"Yes but you paid last time you took me out," I protested.

He shrugged. "The guy should pay."

"Nah uh," I shook my head. "That's sexist."

"No, it's the right thing to do," he said, giving me a wink. Oh Christ, that was the wink that made my knees go weak.

"Stop doing that," I muttered, not meaning to say it out loud.

"Doing what?" he asked.

I went red. "That wink!" I said.

He winked again and my stomach flipped again. "Yes, that one!" I scolded, smiling.

He smirked at me, and the waiter appeared with my blazer. We stood up, and as I slipped my arms into it, Harry said, "Are you ready for the paparazzi again?"

"I think so," I said nervously, biting my lip and scooping my hair forward over my shoulder.

"You're beautiful," he said. My stomach did a somersault and I looked up into his eyes. He was standing really close to me. I could smell his aftershave, and all of a sudden I felt light-headed again. Neither of us moved for a moment, eyes locked on one another. My heart was pounding. A half smile played on his lips, and he lightly touched my hand. I would have given everything I owned for him to kiss me right then. He must have read my mind, because he said softly, "Not here. Let's go."

He guided me through the restaurant towards the door. "Remember, just keep walking and just pretend they're not there," he breathed in my ear as the host opened the door for us. I barely had time to nod a thanks to the host before the camera flashes started. I kept my gaze trained to the floor, ignoring the shouts from the photographers. Harry's hand was on my arm as he lead me along the pavement back towards the car park. I thought for a moment they were following us, but as we turned into the car park I sneaked a glance at them out of the corner of my eye and saw they had stayed where they were, outside the restaurant. I breathed out heavily, and Harry looked at me. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," I said. "It's just strange when you're not used to it."

We had reached his car and he opened the passenger door for me. I got in and he shut it before going round to the driver's side. I couldn't fault him on his manners. He certainly knew how to treat a girl. He climbed in and shut the door. "So, back to mine?" he said cheekily.

"Nice try," I said wryly.

"Damn, it was worth a shot," he teased. He started the engine, put the car in gear and slowly backed out of the space and drove up the ramp. As the car approached the road the paparazzi came running along the pavement and the camera flashes started again.

"Oh my God," I said. I hadn't been expecting this. I dropped my head forward so my hair obscured my face as Harry squinted, presumably trying to see the road in between the blinding flashes. He pulled out onto the road and slowly drove off. I lifted my head and looked in the wing mirror at the cameras still flashing. "They're crazy!" I said in disbelief.

"Yeah, sorry about that," he said. "I should have warned you they would be waiting for the car."

"It's OK," I said.

"I hope that hasn't ruined your evening," he said, side-glancing me.

"Of course not," I said. "It would take more than that to ruin such a great night."

He smiled. "Glad you enjoyed it."

"I did," I said, shyly. "Thank you for dinner."

"My pleasure," he said. "Thank you for coming out with me."

I turned my face to look out of the window so he wouldn't see the pathetic grin on my face. Damn, he was so gorgeous. And so polite. And such a gentleman. He was practically too good to be true. We pulled into the car park of my flat, and Harry parked in a free space and killed the engine.

"Will you let me walk you to your door?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, and he jumped out of the car and came round to open my door for me. He held his hand out to help me down, and as our fingers touched I felt that spark between us. He must have felt it too, because he looked deep into my eyes and didn't look away as he closed the door. I stood there motionless as he turned so he was facing me, only a couple of inches away from me. He was so close I could feel his body heat. His face came closer to mine and I closed my eyes. The outside security light suddenly came on, causing me to jump back from Harry, and a stray cat ran across the car park and scurried under some bushes. We both laughed at our reactions and I turned, shaking my head at the unbelievable timing, and began to walk to the front door of the building, Harry close behind me. I fumbled for my keys in my bag, and managed to get the front door open, which was an accomplishment considering how badly my hands were shaking. I pushed the door open and climbed the stairs until we were standing outside my door. I shoved the key in the lock, then turned to Harry.

I took a deep breath as I looked into his eyes. He was standing so close to me I thought I might pass out. A million things were running through my mind to say, but my throat seemed to have closed up. His stare burned through me as he moved his face closer to mine. "I'd really like to kiss you now," he said huskily. I didn't have time to answer before his lips crashed onto mine sending that familiar heat racing through my veins.