I refused to say another word to Calvin, and instead occupied myself by reading my Twitter mentions while Calvin and Maddie finished painting the spare room. Calvin had indeed posted the video of me singing and dancing to Taylor Swift on Twitter, and my One Direction t-shirt was clearly visible, much to my horror. The only saving grace was the very end of the video, where I could clearly be heard saying, "Don't you dare show that to anyone," and Calvin laughing. At least it was obvious I didn't know I was being filmed.

Most people on Twitter seemed to think it was some sort of dig at Harry, and rumours were flying around, speculating about what he might have done. I was desperate to set the record straight but I knew I couldn't say or do anything without adding fuel to the fire.

I was more upset over Calvin's behaviour towards Harry on the phone, and my stomach was churning with the worry that Calvin really had ruined everything between Harry and me. I didn't let myself question why I was so affected by it, and I wouldn't allow myself to ponder Calvin's view of my feeling towards Harry.

After an hour of torturing myself with everyone's opinions on my private life, I threw my phone down on the bed and sighed. I looked at the clock. Sound check was bound to be over by now and Harry hadn't texted me. I hated Calvin.

I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. My thoughts were broken by my ringtone Oh, I just wanna take you anywhere that you like, we could go out any day any night....

I shot up and scrambled on the bed for my phone. It was Harry! Heart hammering, I swiped the screen.

"Hi," I said nervously.

"Hey," he said cheerfully. "Have you sorted things out with your brother yet?"

"We're not speaking," I muttered.

"Why not?" Harry asked.

Was he joking?

"Are you joking?" I said. "He had no right taking my phone like that, asking you all those questions..." I trailed off as I felt my face flush as Calvin's words came back to me.

"It's fine," Harry said. "He's your big brother, I get it. Are you having a good weekend apart from that?"

OK, he was being completely normal with me. Did this mean Calvin hadn't scared him off?

"Um, yeah, it's OK," I said, trying to maintain the normal conversation. "I've had a load of questions from Maddie about you and me, but nothing I couldn't handle."

"Oh yeah, she's another fan, isn't she," Harry said, and I heard rustling and a bang.

"Yeah, she's the reason I'm a fan," I said. "What's that noise?"

"What noise?"

"That rustling and a thump."

"Oh, probably just me getting comfy on the sofa," he said. "I'm in my dressing room and I've got a few hours to kill before we're due on stage. I thought I'd hang out with you for a bit."

My stomach did its familiar flips and jumps as his words registered. "You're not running for the hills after the Spanish Inquisition then?" I asked, awkwardly.

There was a pause. "No," he said, sounding completely confused. "What do you mean?"

"IthoughtCalvinmighthavescaredyouoff," I mumbled quickly. Why oh why was I admitting this? What happened to keeping him on his toes?

There was another pause. "Are you winding me up?" he asked.

I sighed. "No. Just forget it."

"Why would you think that?" he asked.

"You just seemed in a hurry to get off the phone before," I mumbled again.

He laughed. "Yeah, I was. I was getting screamed at by the management. I was holding up sound check."

"Oh, sorry," I said, still mumbling.

He laughed again. "Seriously, Jess. I'd just seen that video of you on Twitter- we'll come back to that in a minute - and just as I started to phone you to warn you, we got called for sound check. I was only intending to tip you off about it quickly, but then your brother answered and started questioning me and I didn't think it would go down well if I cut him off."

"Why would you care what he thinks?" I asked.

"I just do," he said. "So I weighed up what would be worse; holding up the entire sound check for The Sevens Stadium, or making a bad first impression on your brother."

My heart was thudding in my chest. "So you held up sound check...?"

"Yeah," he said. "They pulled me to one side after we were finished and I got a bollocked about it for like ten minutes."

"I'm so sorry," I breathed.

"It's fine," he said. "I'd rather have management pissed off with me than your brother."

"I'm never letting him near my phone ever again," I said, and he chuckled.

"So what are you doing tonight?" he asked.

"Deflecting questions about you from my crazy 15 year old sister and a bunch of her friends," I said. "She's having a sleepover tonight, so they'll be squealing and pestering me until the early hours, no doubt."

"Who's her favourite?" Harry asked.

"Niall," I said. "And you as well, but I think Niall's just got the edge."

"Will you be showing them your dance routines?" he teased.

Great. I thought I'd got away with that. I cleared my throat.

"I think I've done enough dancing for one day," I said, embarrassed.

"I thought you looked hot," he murmured. "How come you never told me you could dance like that?"

"Oh please," I rolled my eyes. "I was messing about. I do it all the time at home." No... rewind... didn't mean to say that.

"Really?" he chuckled, as I closed my eyes at my own idiocy. "You're really good, you know. And you can sing."

"Yeah, well I had dance lessons when I was younger," I said.

"That's really sexy," he said softly.

"Stop trying to embarrass me," I chided him, my face on fire.

"I'm not," he said huskily, but I could hear him smiling.

"I'm changing the subject," I said, loudly. "Are you excited for the last show?"

He chuckled again, but answered me. "Yes, it's going to be great," he said.

We spent about another half hour talking on the phone before I heard noise in the background, and Harry said, "I'd better go, the others are here. We're gonna hang out for a bit before we go on."

"OK," I said. "Have a great last show."

"Will do," he said. "I'll text you."

After I finished the call I got up and walked out of my room and into the spare room where Calvin and Maddie were cleaning up. Calvin looked at me apprehensively.

"Hey," he said.

"Hmm," I grunted at him.

"Have you spoken to Harry?" he asked.

"Yes, not that it's any of your business," I snapped.

"You've spoken to Harry Styles??!!" Maddie wailed. "Call him now so I can speak to him!"

"They're getting ready to go on stage," I said. "Then he flies out tomorrow back to LA. Listen, Maddie, please don't tell your friends too much tonight, OK? We're just friends, and I don't want you telling them otherwise."

"OK," Maddie sighed. "Will you at least come and hang out with us for a bit though?"

"What about me?" Calvin said, pretending to be offended.

"You don't know Harry Styles," Maddie said, looking at Calvin with disdain.

"Ha!" I laughed, then remembered I was still cross with Calvin.

He came and put his arms around me and I tried to wriggle free but he was too srong. "Sorry Jess," he muttered.

"Pull something like that again and I will personally make sure you are unable ever to have kids," I said sweetly, through gritted teeth.

"Understood," he nodded.

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Maddie's friends arrived about 7.30 and congregated in the living room. My parents had ordered a load of pizzas for dinner, and while we were waiting for them to arrive I hung out in the living room while Maddie's friends interrogated me about Harry and One Direction.

"No, I've not met the others," I said for what felt like the thousandth time.

"When are you next speaking to Harry?" a girl called Bethany asked.

"I'm not sure," I said truthfully. "They're probably still on stage now, then Niall and Liam are coming straight back to the UK, Louis is staying in Dubai for a holiday and Harry's flying to LA tomorrow night."

"You stalker, Jess!" Calvin exclaimed from the doorway, while Maddie's friends gaped at me, impressed.

"I'm not a stalker!" I protested. "Harry told me! It's not like I asked."

"Does he talk about the band?" a girl called Lauren asked.

"Sometimes, but I don't bring it up unless he does," I said.

Our conversation was interrupted by my phone ringing. Oh I just wanna take you anywhere that you like, we could go out any day, any night...

"Is that Harry?!" Maddie cried, jumping up.

"No," I said frowning at the number I didn't recognise. "I don't know who it is." I stood up and walked into the kitchen as I answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, is that Jess?" It was an Irish accent. Oh my fucking God. There was just no way. It couldn't be...

I gasped involuntarily, hesitated, and said, "Niall?" SO NOT COOL.

"Hey, you recognised my voice?!" he said incredulously. "Harry, she knew it was me!" he said, away from the phone. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth in a silent scream. Be cool, Jess. BE COOL. I could hear Harry chuckling in the background and the sound sent shivers down my spine.

"How are you?" Niall asked me.

"Good thanks," I answered. "How are you? How was the show?" Check me out, keeping calm!

"Great!" Niall said enthusiastically. "Looking forward to coming home now though!"

"I bet," I said.

"So, I hear your little sister is a bit of a fan?" Niall said.

Oh my God. "Yes, she is," I said, a grin breaking on my face. I turned and began to walk back to the lounge.

"It's Maddie, isn't it?" Niall said.

"Yep," I said. "She's 15 and she's got a load of friends over."

"So, I was wondering if I could say hi to her?" Niall said. "Y'know, only if she's not busy or anything."

I laughed. "Hmm, let me just check," I said, walking through the door and looking at Maddie and grinning. "Maddie? You got a sec? Niall wants to say hi."

There was a stunned silence for about two seconds, then six 15 year old girls began screaming. "Is that a yes?" Niall laughed.

"I think it might be," I laughed too. "Hold on." I put the phone on speaker before handing it to Maddie.

"Hello?" she said breathlessly.

"Hey Maddie, it's Niall from One Direction." The screams began again and I rolled my eyes and left them to it, heading into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Calvin followed me and leaned against the sink with his arms folded.

"How did you fix that then?" he asked.

"Nothing to do with me," I said honestly. "Harry must have given him my number and asked him to call. I mentioned Maddie loves Niall when I was talking to him earlier."

Calvin nodded. "That was a nice thing to do."

"He's a nice guy," I said.

"Mmm," Calvin muttered non committally.

I finished making the tea and took my mug into the lounge where the girls were saying goodbye to Niall.

"Thank you so so much for ringing," Maddie was saying.

"It's no problem," Niall said. "Thanks for being such great fans." This set the girls off screaming again, and they tearfully said goodbye and hung up the phone. Maddie came running over to me, with tears running down her face and flung her arms around me.

"Thank you thank you thank you," she sobbed, as her friends wiped their eyes and hugged each other.

"Hey, it was nothing to do with me," I said again. "Harry must have asked him to call."

"It was amazing," she wailed, handing me my phone.

Calvin stood in the doorway shaking his head in disbelief. "They're just boys!" he said, with the air of someone who was trying to talk sense into a lunatic.

I quickly sent Harry a message.

To: Harry Styles: That was amazing! Maddie is beside herself. Thank you xxx

From: Harry Styles: As if you recognised Niall's voice!!! xxxxxx

Six kisses!!

I hesitated, then went into my call logs and saved Niall's number. (Oh come on, like you wouldn't do the same). Then I quickly typed a text before I could chicken out.

To: Niall: Hey, it's Jess. You just made my sister's day! Thank you so much :)

I quietly squealed at the fact I had just texted Niall from One Direction. My phone pinged almost immediately.

From: Niall: Hey, it's no problem !

I squealed again, a bit louder, and put my phone away before I got carried away. I couldn't believe I had actually spoken to 3 members of One Direction now. It was surreal. I wondered what Harry had said to Niall about me, and hugged myself in excitement.

"Pizza's here!" my dad called from the hallway. I forced myself to stop grinning, and flopped on the sofa. I was looking forward to pigging out tonight.

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Harry texted me on Monday afternoon after he'd landed in LA, and by this time I was back in London and starting to pack my suitcase. (My flight left at 11.15 on Friday morning and I was in work the rest of the week so I didn't have much time to get myself sorted, especially as I was still hammering the exercise routine morning and evening.)

From: Harry Styles: Hey, just letting you know I've arranged a car to come and take you to the airport on Friday x

To: Harry Styles: Really?! I was going to get on the tube, it's no bother x

From: Harry Styles: I've sorted it now. It'll be outside at 7.45am x

To: Harry Styles: Aww thanks xxx

From: Harry Styles: xxx

I had a full facial, manicure, pedicure and leg & bikini wax on Wednesday after work, then made sure everything was ready by Thursday evening.

I tossed and turned on Thursday night, unable to get much sleep due to the butterflies that had taken up residency in my stomach. I woke up at 6am the following morning, feeling almost ready to throw up. I dragged myself into the shower and stood in there for about half an hour trying to ease my nerves, but to no avail. I was dressed and ready by 7.30 with my bags waiting by the door, sipping a cup of tea, my hands trembling.

At 7.45 on the dot a black BMW pulled into the car park, and a man dressed all in black jumped out and walked to the front door of the building. My bell sounded, and I buzzed him in, gathering my bags together. I opened the door and he greeted me with a smile.

"Jessica Bradshaw?"

"That's me," I said.

"I'm Tony," he said. "I'll be driving you to Heathrow. Can I take your bags?"

"Oh, um, thanks," I said. I allowed him to pick up my case and my cabin bag, and I locked the door behind me, mentally checking off everything in my head: Passport, ticket, phone, keys, iPod, charger, bags.

I followed him down the stairs and he loaded my things into the boot, then opened the back door for me and I slid onto the leather seat. We set off through the morning traffic, and I heard my phone ping. 1 new message from Harry Styles. My heart pounded sickeningly as I opened it up.

From: Harry Styles: Did the car pick you up ok? I'll be waiting for you at this end xxx

Hmmm, three kisses again? This was becoming more frequent.

To: Harry Styles: Yeah we're on our way to the airport now. Won't the paparazzi be all over you? x

I stared out of the window at the hundreds of people bustling along the pavement on their way to work.

From: Harry Styles: I'll keep a low profile. Let me know if anyone recognises you at Heathrow xx

To: Harry Styles: Will do. What are you doing? xx

From: Harry Styles: Just got into bed ;) xx

Oh jeez. I briefly wondered what he wore in bed. Did he wear anything at all? SNAP OUT OF IT JESS, I shouted in my head. I would find out in about 24 hours anyway. My stomach began its somersaults again and I took a couple of deep breaths, afraid I might actually throw up with nerves.

To: Harry Styles: Stop it xx

From: Harry Styles: Stop what? ;) xx

To: Harry Styles: WINKING. TALKING ABOUT YOUR BED. PUTTING MORE THAN ONE KISS ON YOUR TEXTS x

I typed that last bit about the kisses as a joke, and went to press the backspace key, but out of habit pressed Send.

"Nooooooo," I hissed. "Fuck fuck fuck." I fumbled with the power button and tried to switch the phone off to stop the message from sending, but my hands were trembling and I couldn't do it. The message popped onto the screen and I closed my eyes. That would teach me not to be cocky. I bit my lip anxiously as I waited for the reply.

From: Harry Styles: What's wrong with my bed? ;) xxxxxx

To: Harry Styles: I know what you're doing xx

From: Harry Styles: I don't know what you mean ;) This bed is a bit big for just one person ;) xxxxx

To: Harry Styles: You're not playing fair xx

From: Harry Styles: You keep putting 2 kisses anyway xxx

To: Harry Styles: Only because you did xx

I was grinning stupidly as this pointless flirting, probably looking like a lunatic.

From: Harry Styles: Haha ok if you say so. You looking forward to the flight? xxx

To: Harry Styles: I'm going to try and sleep. I was awake most of the night x

From: Harry Styles: Too excited? ;) xxx

To: Harry Styles: Something like that x

From: Harry Styles: ? xxx

Oh God. I shouldn't have said that. Now he was wondering what I meant.

To: Harry Styles: Just afraid of sleeping in and missing my alarm x

From: Harry Styles: OK. Don't be nervous or anything. There's no pressure when you get here. I mean it xxx

To: Harry Styles: ? x

It was a couple of minutes before the reply came through, and we were approaching the airport.

From: Harry Styles: I mean there's no pressure to do anything you don't want to do. With me xxx

Wait, was he saying I was under no pressure to sleep with him? Did he think I was worried about feeling pressured into bed with him? Had he not seen himself in the mirror? I was suddenly reminded of a Harry Styles meme that was a picture of Harry standing with his hands behind his head, and the caption, 'Let's play a fun game. Try to resist banging me.' I giggled out loud, and quickly googled it. I found it straight away. (see chapter cover photo!) Did I dare send it to him?

I attached it and pressed Send, feeling reckless.

We pulled into the Terminal, and the driver came to a stop outside the doors. He jumped out and whistled to a man standing by the doors, who promptly came hurrying over with a luggage trolley. I got out of the car and slipped my phone into my jacket pocket, and the driver loaded my bags onto the trolley. "Would you like some help inside?" he asked.

"No, I'll be fine, thanks," I said, smiling.

"Have a great trip," he said, and then got back in the car. I pushed the trolley into the Terminal building and looked for the Virgin Atlantic desk with my flight number. I spotted it about halfway down, and made my way over to it. There were two people in front of me so I waited in line. When it was my turn I approached the desk and gave my ticket and passport to the attendant, and lifted my bag onto the scales.

"Jessica Bradshaw," the attendant mused as she looked at a screen in front of her that I couldn't see. I smiled nervously and she processed my suitcase. She tapped a few buttons on her keyboard, then beamed at me. "We have a note here to say you have been upgraded to first class," she said. "Have a great flight with Virgin Atlantic this morning."

Wha... what??

"Upgraded?" I repeated, staring at her.

"Yes, it's all been taken care of," she said, giving me a blinding smile.

"Uh, thanks," I said, taking the ticket from her outstretched hand and slowly moving away from the desk, staring at my boarding pass. There was only one explanation for this. I pulled out my phone. Harry had replied to the meme I sent him.

From: Harry Styles: Hahaha! What the hell is that?! We can play that if you really want...? xxx

I ignored this message.

To: Harry Styles: Ahem! First class??????

From: Harry Styles: Well you wouldn't let me pay for your flight xx

I couldn't stop myself from grinning at how amazing he was. I began to type a message back.

To: Harry Styles: I love y WOAH... BACKSPACE, FUCKING BACKSPACE. Jesus Christ.

I stared at my phone, my heart hammering and my palms sweating. I checked over and over again that I definitely hadn't sent that, and I had definitely deleted it from the keypad. What the fuck had nearly just happened? Why the hell did I type that?

A vision of my brother flashed through my head "And you're telling me you're not in love with him?"

"Shut up, Calvin," I muttered out loud, causing a man standing next to me to give me a strange look.

I thrust my phone back into my jacket pocket and began to walk through to Departures. My head was in a daze as I went through security, got frisked, and came out by the shops. I couldn't even entertain the thought of duty free, and the sign for the First Class lounge caught my eye, so I walked over and showed the attendant my boarding pass. He opened the door for me and I stepped into a luxurious air-conditioned lounge with a quiet bar and tall windows looking out onto the tarmac. I walked over to the bar and slipped up onto a stool. The barman came over immediately and I ordered a glass of champagne, just because I could, and because it was free, and because I needed it after what had nearly just happened.

I took a sip and realised it was Dom Perignon, the same one I'd had on my dates with Harry. The memory brought a beaming smile to my face. I took my phone out of my pocket again and went back into my messages. I reread the last one from Harry, and carefully (oh so very carefully) typed one back. I was terrified I might have Text-Tourettes or something.

To: Harry Styles: You are seriously amazing. Thank you so much xxxx

From: Harry Styles: :) xxxx

I snapped a selfie of myself with the glass of champagne, grinning cheekily, and sent it to him. About five minutes later I got a picture back that nearly made me choke on my drink. Harry was lying in bed, looking adorably sleepy, in what looked like a huge bed with pure white sheets, and wearing no top.

To: Harry Styles: I just lost the game xxx

From: Harry Styles: What game? xxx

To: Harry Styles: Trying to resist banging you ;) xxx

From: Harry Styles: Oh.... now you're making me blush! xxx

To: Harry Styles: Yeah right. You don't blush xxx

From: Harry Styles: It seems I do xxx

Over the PA system I heard my flight being announced. I picked up my cabin bag, left the First Class Lounge and walked over to the gate. I showed the attendant my passport and boarding card and walked through the little tunnel onto the plane. The air hostess greeted me and showed me to my seat in first class. I had never seen anything like it in my life. I had my own huge TV, I was next to the window but I also had access to the aisle so I wasn't sitting next to anyone else, and my seat reclined fully into a bed.

I sat down and pulled my phone out.

To: Harry Styles: I've just boarded. Oh my God, this is unreal. And as far as I can tell, no one has recognised me xxx

From: Harry Styles: Glad you like it :) Have a great flight and I'll see you in 12 hours xxx

To: Harry Styles: :) xxx

I quickly switched my phone off as the flight attendants came round and did their checks. Once the plane was in the air I stuck my headphones in and blasted some One Direction in my ears. I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to listen to their music while I was with Harry so I needed to make the most of it.

2 meals, 2 glasses of Champagne, 4 albums and 1 film into the flight, my eyelids were beginning to feel heavy. I reclined my seat and within five minutes I was fast asleep. I didn't stir until I heard the pilot announce we would be landing in LA in approximately thirty minutes. I sat bolt upright, my heart pounding. I'd be seeing Harry in just over half an hour.

I got up and headed to the bathroom, where I washed my face, brushed my hair, and put some subtle make up on. I brushed my teeth, and headed back to my seat, and stared out of the window as the plane gradually descended. The sick feeling was back in my stomach, and every time I thought about seeing Harry my heart pounded a little harder. I nervously wiped my palms on my leggings.

When the plane eventually came to a stop at the gate, my heart was hammering so hard I could actually see my chest moving with every beat. This anticipation was making me feel ill. I now knew why Callie hadn't pre-warned me on the night of that house party that Harry would be there. I probably wouldn't have made it out the door of my flat. I was more nervous right now about seeing Harry than I had been about anything else in my whole life. I picked up my cabin bag with trembling hands and wobbled my way off the plane, through the little tunnel and into the airport. I passed through security in a blur and my bag came off the carousel almost immediately. I didn't bother with a trolley, but pulled it behind me on its wheels and slung my cabin bag loosely over my shoulder. I took a deep breath, feeling almost close to tears with nerves, and walked through the doors into Arrivals.

I saw him straight away.

It was all I could do to keep walking and not stop dead in my tracks at the sight of him. He was standing with two security guards, wearing black skinny jeans and a tight white t-shirt, and a pair of sunglasses. Oh my Styles he looked amazing. He looked beyond cool. He muttered something to his henchmen and they all walked towards me, but my eyes were fixed on Harry's face; it was as if the airport were empty apart from the two of us. I felt one of the guards take my suitcase from me, and I was vaguely aware of slipping the strap of my cabin bag over my head so the other guard could take it from me, but my eyes didn't leave Harry the entire time. He was standing in front of me, less than two feet way, and I became aware of the smell of his aftershave. I felt momentarily lightheaded. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly in a lazy smile.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I replied.

"The car's outside, let's go," he said. He put his hand behind my back and touched me lightly to steer me in the right direction, although this was unnecessary as I was following the guards anyway. My skin flared as I felt the light pressure of his fingers on the small of my back. It reminded me of the night we first met and him guiding me towards the kitchen at the house party.

We didn't speak as we walked quickly through the Arrivals hall and out through the doors where there were several cars waiting. I suddenly heard someone shout, "Harry. Harry! Harry Styles!" and the guards' pace increased as Harry ushered me to a black Mercedes. The driver sprang out and opened the door for us and I jumped in the car and slid across the back seat to the far side so Harry could jump in next to me. I heard the boot close; presumably they had put my bags in there, and Harry pulled the door shut as I fumbled with my seat belt and the car began to move off.

I sat back in my seat and looked up at Harry. He reached up and took his sunglasses off, and as our eyes met I felt a massive jolt somewhere deep in my stomach that put the previous weeks' butterflies to shame.

"Hey," he said again, a sexy smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Hey," I said back, unable to stop the grin from breaking on my face.

"Good flight?" he asked.

"Mmm hmm," I nodded, feeling my body leaning involuntarily towards his. Or was he leaning towards me? It was hard to tell as his face was now only centimetres from mine, and I could smell his aftershave again. He stopped and I looked down at his lips, and back up to his eyes again.

"It's really good to see you," he whispered, and I closed my eyes as his lips finally found mine.

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