I felt heat rush to my face as our lips touched and he slipped his tongue in my mouth. He lightly touched my hand with his fingertips and I felt goosebumps break out all up my arm. I moved my hand up, curling my fingers around the back of his neck as we kissed, and I felt his hot breath on my cheek. He smelled absolutely amazing. My heart was thumping madly. I gently stroked the back of his neck and he moaned softly, then pulled his face away from me an inch, opened his eyes and smiled. I smiled back shyly.

He rested his elbow on the back of the seat, and then rested his head on his hand, looking at me. His legs were directed towards me, and mine towards him, so our knees were touching.

"So," he said.

"So," I said back, trying to tone down the stupid grin on my face, and failing miserably. I laughed softly at myself and turned my face away.

"Don't go all shy on me now," he teased, making me grin harder.

"Stop embarrassing me then!" I chided him, pushing my knee against his, and he grinned back at me.

"Did you sleep on the plane?" he asked.

"Yeah, for a few hours," I said.

"You can get your head down for a bit when we get home if you like," he offered.

"I'm OK," I said. "The longer I can stay up tonight the better." He nodded.

It was almost 4pm LA time before we pulled through some gates into a huge driveway, and stopped outside Harry's house. The driver jumped out first and opened my door for me, and then went to the boot to get my suitcase out. I stepped out of the car and Harry walked around the back and came and stood next to me, as a second car drove through the gates, and they began to close. He guided me up to the front door and opened it for me, and I stepped into the hallway. Harry led me through into a huge kitchen, and I heard the two security guards come into the hall and set my case down by the stairs.

"Would you like a drink?" Harry asked.

"I could murder a proper cup of tea," I confessed.

"Yeah, plane tea is gross isn't it," he nodded, flicking the kettle on and pulling a couple of mugs out of the cupboard.

"Do you mind if I get changed?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, course, sorry," he said. "Let me show you upstairs." He led me to the stairs and picked up my case. He grunted. "Bloody hell, what have you got in here?"

"Just the essentials," I grinned, picking up my cabin bag and following him up the stairs. My heart began to pound as we got nearer the top, and Harry hesitated on the landing.

"I meant what I said earlier. On text," he said. "No pressure. You know."

"It's fine," I said, feeling a flush rise in my cheeks. "I'm not the sort to succumb to peer pressure."

He grinned and pulled my case into his bedroom. "The bathroom's just through there if you want a shower or anything. There are loads of clean towels in there. Just make yourself at home."

"Thanks," I said.

"I'll wait downstairs. Take your time."

I wasn't planning on having a shower but now he'd mentioned it, the thought appealed to me. After Harry had left the room I opened my suitcase and grabbed my toiletries and headed to the ensuite bathroom. The shower was a huge walk-in one with massive jets on the walls and ceiling. It was heaven after the 11 hour flight. Once I had finished I pulled on a pair of leggings and a strappy top, and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I put a little bit of makeup on so my skin didn't look blotchy after the shower, and headed downstairs feeling tired but more human. I could hear Harry in the kitchen so I walked in, feeling a bit shy and awkward.

"Hi," I said.

"Oh hey," he said. "I made you a cup of tea." He brought the cup over to me.

Could you be more perfect? I thought to myself, and he grinned at me.

"I didn't mean to say that out loud!" I whined.

"Say what?" he asked, looking confused.

Oh bollocks. "No-nothing," I stammered.

"What did you think you said?" he asked, grinning and coming round the island to stand facing me.

I cleared my throat. "Your house is really nice," I said lamely, and he laughed.

"That's not what you were thinking."

"Well that's all you're getting," I said. "Stop fishing for compliments."

"Ah, so you were paying me a compliment?"

Damn him.

He grinned and chuckled. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah I am," I admitted.

"I thought we could order a takeaway?" he suggested. "Maybe watch a film?"

"Yeah sounds good," I said.

He showed me through to the lounge which was large with a few squashy sofas and a massive TV. Floor to ceiling windows showed off the stunning views over Beverly Hills and I stared out the window while Harry called up and ordered pizza.

I was really aware there was still that awkward shyness between us that I was desperate to break. I felt like he was holding back from making a real move on me, and I didn't want to be the one to make the move either. We hadn't kissed since the car, but every time his eyes met mine I had to stop myself from grabbing him and ripping his t-shirt off.

"You wanna sit down?" he offered, gesturing to one of the sofas and jumping over the back of it to flop down on his back. I laughed and took my cup of tea and sat down next to him.

"So what do you have planned for this week?" I asked.

"Nothing really planned," he said, running his hand through his hair. "I thought maybe we could go to the beach, maybe go shopping in Beverly Hills... but we can do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" I teased, smiling cheekily at him.

He put his arms behind his head and raised one eyebrow, tilting his head slightly and smiling back. "Did you have something in mind?"

"Maybe," I said.

He sat up and leaned towards me. "And what might that be?" he asked, his green eyes staring deep into mine.

"Keep looking at me like that and you might just find out," I whispered.

He moaned softly. "You can't say things like that," he murmured as he planted his lips on mine. I draped my arms round his neck and kissed him back hard and he rested his hands on my hips. My skin flushed at the warmth of his touch and I moved my leg over his and sat up on his lap, astride him. He moaned again and slipped his hands just under the hem of my top so his hands were now touching my skin. I brought my hands over his shoulders and held his face as we kissed, and he squeezed my hips with both hands.

The doorbell rang and we broke apart guiltily, and I jumped up off Harry's lap.

Harry cleared this throat and smiled sheepishly as he stood up. He went to the front door and I could hear him talking to someone, and a few moments later he returned with some pizza boxes. He set them down on the coffee table and we sat down on the sofa again. Harry flicked the TV on and we opened the pizza boxes. I hadn't realised how hungry I was until the food had arrived, and I devoured 4 slices in quick succession while we watched some comedy show. After we finished the pizzas Harry made some popcorn, closed the curtains and put a film on. We weren't more than 15 minutes into it before I felt my eyelids getting heavy, and realised it was nearly 9pm here, which meant I hadn't had any proper sleep (I didn't count the plane) for almost 24 hours. Harry must have noticed I'd gone quiet because he said "Are you tired?"

"Mmm a bit," I said, trying not to sound sleepy.

"We can go to bed if you want," he offered.

"No I'm fine," I said, and he hesitated, and then nodded.

Shit. What if he thought I was trying to avoid getting into bed with him? Did he think I was feeling pressured? I pondered silently for a second, and Harry held his arm out, offering for me to cuddle up against him. Oh Christ. I wasn't mentally prepared for this. I leaned against his chest and immediately felt my heart rate rocket as he put his arm around my shoulders. His body was so warm and comfortable. Inside my head I was screaming I'm cuddled up with Harry Styles! I'M CUDDLED UP WITH HARRY STYLES!!!!

I almost felt as if we'd gone backwards a bit. I was feeling starstruck by him again, and needed to break the ice properly. He still seemed a bit shy with me and that was making me shy with him.

I sighed quietly and closed my eyes for minute, and felt sleep closing in on me. "Jess?" Harry said, and I jumped. He chuckled. "You should go to bed," he said, smiling. "You must be exhausted."

"Mmm," I said. "I guess I am."

"Come on," he said, standing up and pulling me up. "You'll feel better once you've had a good sleep."

He was standing in front of me, facing me, and I looked up into his eyes. He took a step towards me and hesitated, and I bit my lip shyly.

He suddenly leaned down and kissed me, slipping his arms around my waist and pulling my body against him. His lips were so incredibly soft, and my entire body was tingling. The voice in my head was now shouting I'm kissing Harry Styles!!!

Shut up, I told it fiercely. I couldn't understand why I was thinking like this. I needed to snap out of it.

Harry pushed his hips against mine as our kiss heated up and I slid my hands up the back of his t-shirt and stroked his warm back. He crushed me against his chest and ran his tongue along my bottom lip. I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and dropped it on the floor at our feet and he pulled me against him again. I took a moment to appreciate his bare chest. I'm only human, after all. I ran my finger slowly down his front and noticed his skin break out in goosebumps. I mentally high-fived myself.

I hooked my index finger over the waistband of his black skinny jeans and he breathed harder as we kissed.

We were suddenly interrupted by the most horrifying sound in the world...

"Oh I just wanna take you anywhere that you like, we could go out any day any night..."

My eyes opened wide in horror and Harry pulled back from my face a couple of inches to smirk at me. "Is that your ringtone?" he murmured incredulously.

"No," I scoffed. "It's clearly yours."

He laughed at the look on my face, and I stepped away from him to pick my phone up from the table, wishing heartily that I'd thought to change the ringtone before I left home.

"It's my mum," I said. "Shit, I forgot to let her know I'd arrived."

"Answer it, then!" he said.

"She needs to work on her timing," I muttered, and Harry grinned.

I took the call and reassured my mum that I was safe and well, and Harry cleared the pizza boxes and drinks out of the lounge and took them into the kitchen.

I hung up the phone and walked into the kitchen to find Harry pouring 2 glasses of water from the tap. "Is your mum ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, she was just stressing because I forgot to call. Apparently my dad was going crazy because I'm thousands of miles away with a strange boy."

"A strange boy?" Harry repeated, grinning.

"Apparently," I said.

"I hope you set them straight," he teased.

"Yeah, I told them you're not strange, you're hot, especially when you've got no shirt on." Check me out, being bold and flirty.

His eyes widened, along with his smile. "Did you really say that?"

"No!" I said. "My brother would be on the next flight over here if he heard that."

Harry laughed and walked over to me with the two glasses of water. "You ready to go up?" he asked, and I noted a bit of the shyness was back.

I nodded and stroked his arm lightly with my fingertips. He watched me for a moment then set the glasses down on the worktop, slid his arms around my waist and kissed me. I put my arms up around his neck and slipped my tongue in his mouth.

"Oh I just wanna take you anywhere that you like, we could go out any day any night..."

I pulled away from Harry's lips and rested my forehead on his chest in frustration as he laughed. He looked at my phone. "It's your brother," he grinned.

I rolled my eyes. Was the universe conspiring against me? I sighed and picked up the call.

"Is he behaving himself?" Calvin demanded before I'd even finished saying hello.

"I had a great flight, and yes I arrived safely and the weather's lovely, thanks for asking," I said sarcastically.

"I know all that, Mum told me," he replied. "Is he behaving himself?"

"Who?" I asked, deliberately being an arse.

"Harry Styles!" Calvin hissed.

"Yes, he is." No thanks to you, I added silently.

"Put him on," Calvin instructed.

"Let me see... errrrr... NO," I retorted.

"Jess," Calvin warned.

"Calvin, it's late, I'm jet lagged, we're - I'm - just going to bed."

"Both of you? Where are you sleeping?" he demanded.

"Seriously, Calvin, you sound like Dad. I'm hanging up."

"I'll break his legs if he..." I cut the call off.

"Come on," I said to Harry, and he turned and walked up the stairs, me in tow. I admired his bare back as he went. Christ he was gorgeous.

"He hates me, doesn't he," Harry said as we got to the top.

"He hates every man who comes near me," I sighed. "Don't take it personally."

I threw my phone on Harry's bed and he set the glasses of water down on his bedside table. My phone pinged and I closed my eyes in annoyance.

"Is that Calvin?" I asked, without opening my eyes, and I heard Harry move over to the bed to look. He chuckled.

"Um, no, it's not." I could hear him grinning. That didn't bode well. I stepped over to him and looked at my phone that was still lit up on the bed with the message preview visible on the screen.

From: Callie: Shagged him yet? xxx

My face burned as I picked up my phone. I shook my head wordlessly at the situation, not daring to make eye contact with Harry. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him watching me with a grin on his face. I shook my head again and an embarrassed smile crept onto my face.

"You're really cute when you're embarrassed," he chuckled.

"Seems to be happening quite a lot, doesn't it," I said wryly.

What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. I opened up the message, knowing Harry was watching, and typed a reply.

To: Callie: Trying to, but keep getting interrupted! I'll text you tomorrow xxx

I switched my phone off and threw it on top of my case. "No more interruptions," I said, finally looking up at Harry.

He smiled shyly at me. "Are you sure? No pressure."

I stepped in front of him, taking in the beauty of his bare chest. My eyes travelled to his stomach, and I traced my finger down the small line of hair leading down below the waistband of his jeans.

"So, that picture you sent me," he murmured, looking down at my finger.

"Which one?"

"The meme. Of me."

"Mmm hmm?" I said, still stroking his stomach and not looking up.

"How's that going?" he asked.

"I didn't know we were playing right now," I said.

"Do you want to play?"

"Sure," I said. "When do we start?"

"Now. Ready.... go."

I looked up into his eyes. "You win," I said, without missing a beat, reaching up and pulling his face down to mine.

*****Mature Content Warning!*****

His lips landed hard on mine and he slipped his hands around my waist and pulled me against him. He squeezed my bum gently and murmured appreciatively against my mouth. "Why are you wearing more clothes than me?" he whispered.

"Because you haven't taken them off yet," I whispered back.

"We need to address that immediately," he said, lifting my top over my head. I pressed myself against his chest again and he stroked his fingertips lightly over my back, sending an involuntary shiver through my body. He smiled and pressed his lips against mine as I fumbled with the button on his jeans before pulling them down so he was in just his boxers. He slid my leggings down and I stepped out of them so I was just in my underwear.

"You look amazing," he said softly, sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy.

"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" I asked.

"Yeah but I don't get what all the fuss is about," he said, delicately kissing my neck. I closed my eyes as his lips travelled down my throat and onto my collarbone, and he slipped my bra strap off my shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to him, and I felt his hardness digging into my hip through his boxers. I pushed my hip against it and he breathed out hard against my neck. His lips found mine again and his hands slid up my back and unclipped my bra. It fell to the floor and he cupped my breast gently with his hand.

He slowly guided me backwards to his bed without breaking lip contact, then slowly lowered me back onto the covers. He leaned over me and I reached my hand down and gently rubbed him through his boxers. He grunted softly and kissed me harder, propping himself up on his elbows either side of my face. He kissed my jawline and trailed his way down my neck to my breasts. I closed my eyes and sighed, and slipped my hand inside his boxer shorts. He let out a small moan as I curled my fingers around his erection and ran my thumb over the tip. "God that feels good," he murmured.

He ran his hand down my side, hooked his finger under the band of my knickers and pulled them down in one smooth movement. He shifted slightly so he was lying on the bed next to me. I eased his boxers down over his bum and he kicked them over the edge of the bed and pulled me against him so every inch of my skin was touching him. My heart was pounding.

Then he was kissing me again, and his hands were gently caressing my breasts, making me squirm with pleasure. He broke away from my lips and slowly trailed a finger down my stomach, as I had done to him earlier, causing me to shiver in anticipation. He smiled at my reaction, and softly kissed me so I closed my eyes, and then lightly ran his finger between my legs. I hadn't been expecting it and I gave an involuntary gasp and opened my eyes again. I felt him slip his finger inside me and my hand found his hardness again and began moving up and down. After a minute he groaned and rolled on to his back, pulling me on top of him. I leaned down, kissing him, and my ponytail fell forward over my shoulder and tickled his face. He pulled it playfully and then sat up so I was sitting astride him. He quickly fumbled for a condom and rolled it on. He lifted me up slightly and lined himself up, and I lowered myself onto him, feeling him slowly slipping inside me. He breathed hard and pulled my face to his so we were kissing as I moved up and down. I was so hot for him, I was ready to explode at any moment. He skated his fingers down my back and then slipped his hand between my legs, and I was gone. My back arched and I cried out softly and he squeezed my leg with his other hand. It went on and on, and Harry was thrusting harder and deeper inside me as I moved. My feeling subsided but I carried on moving as I could tell he was getting close. He was breathing harder now and I could feel myself building again. He suddenly squeezed my waist with both hands and kissed me hard, and released, just as I peaked again. I wrapped my arms round his neck as we kissed and pulled him close to me. Eventually his breathing slowed and he flopped back on the bed with his eyes closed, pulling me with him so I landed on top of him. I laughed and he smiled, his eyes still closed. I rolled off him and lay next to him, my leg resting on his, and he turned his face to me and kissed me softly on the lips. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

I was vaguely aware of the covers moving from underneath me and being pulled over me, and felt someone stroking my hair, but my eyelids were just too heavy to open...

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I struggled where to end this chapter, which is why I am a little late updating. I ended up breaking it early, but on the plus side I have half the next chapter already written so I'll probably update again pretty soon! Please please vote, I'm trying to get more reads on this story so feel free to recommend this to others, or even just by voting it will appear on your news feed :) Thanks for reading! Comments are appreciated too :)