When I opened my eyes daylight was streaming through a gap in the curtains. I had no idea what time it was, and as I went to roll over I felt someone spooning behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Harry stirring. I turned over so I was facing him and he opened his eyes sleepily and smiled at me. It was possibly the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life.

"You're beautiful," he said.

Oh my God. My stomach flipped and I grinned stupidly. "Thanks," I said shyly.

"Did you sleep ok?" he asked.

"I don't even remember falling asleep," I confessed.

"You were asleep about five seconds after we..." he trailed off and gave a small smile.

"I remember that bit," I smiled shyly and he grinned at me. He stretched his arm out and pulled me towards him.

"I haven't brushed my teeth," I began, but he planted a kiss on my lips and then murmured, "Me neither," against my mouth and carried on with the kiss.

I wrapped my leg over his, and remembered I had nothing on, and guessed he probably didn't either. He pulled my body against his and as we kissed I felt something hard pressing against my leg.

"Oh, hello," I teased, surprised.

"Morning," he said cheekily, and pushed his hips against mine.

"Someone's awake," I remarked as he ran his hand up my leg.

"Well I've missed you," he murmured into my neck, slowly pushing me back and moving over me. My stomach did a few more somersaults at what he'd just said. Desire ignited in me again as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip. He gently moved my legs apart and I felt him slip into me again. He kissed me on the lips but I pushed him away.

"Condom," I said.

"Oh shit," he muttered. He grabbed one quickly and lowered himself back onto me, pressed his lips against mine, and began moving. I wrapped my legs over his as he picked up the pace and grinded against me, and it didn't take either of us long to peak. After he rolled off me I sighed.

"I keep losing this game," I said.

"What game?" he asked, still breathing heavily.

"Trying to resist banging you."

He laughed. "I'd forgotten we were playing."

"I'm always playing," I muttered, and he laughed louder.

"Now you're making me blush," he said.

"Harry Styles doesn't blush," I teased, looking at him, and then I noticed his cheeks had gone a bit flushed. "Oh my God you do blush!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah yeah, don't tell," he said.

"I'd never tell," I said, half seriously.

"I know you wouldn't," he said, looking into my eyes and making my skin tingle. He reached over and played with a strand of my hair, and my heart pounded.

"What are we doing today?" I asked. "What time is it?"

Harry leaned over and looked at his phone. "It's nearly 10am. If we go anywhere we'll need security as it's the weekend so we're more likely to get papped. We could stay here and hang out by the pool if you like?"

"You have a pool?" I said incredulously before I could stop myself. I wanted to facepalm. Of course he would have a pool. He lives in LA in a massive house and he's rich.

But he didn't seem to mind my stupidity; he just grinned. "Yep. You wanna take a dip?"

"Sounds great," I said. I was still feeling tired despite my long sleep, so the thought of a day relaxing and doing nothing really appealed to me.

I got in the shower first, and when I came back into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, Harry had brought up a breakfast tray with toast and tea on it. While he showered I put on the blue bikini I'd bought in Selfridges with Callie and threw a little blue sundress over the top, and sat on the bed eating toast, trying not to get crumbs on the duvet.

He emerged from the ensuite with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet and my jaw actually dropped a little bit. He looked like a God.

He pulled some swimming shorts on and we headed downstairs. He led me outside and as soon as I stepped through the door the heat hit me and I realised the house was obviously airconditioned. The sky was brilliantly blue without a cloud in the sky and the trees swayed gently in the slight breeze. We walked across the patio to a couple of sun loungers, and I put my phone down on the table under the parasol. I went over to the pool and dipped my toe in the water.

"It's freezing!" I squealed.

"It's fine once you get in," he said, coming to stand next to me.

"Go on then," I said gesturing.

"After you," he grinned.

"I've still got my dress on," I stalled.

"So take it off."

"I will. In a minute. Once you've proved the water isn't freezing."

"It's not," he said, standing on one leg and bending his knee to dip his foot in. I took the opportunity while he was unbalanced, and gave him a shove. He shouted out as he wobbled, and fell sideways into the water. I threw my head back and laughed, and was still laughing when he surfaced and shook his head to get the water out of his hair.

"As if you just did that," he said, grinning while treading water.

"As if you didn't see it coming," I shot back cheekily. He swam to the steps and climbed out, and I was caught off guard by his bare chest, dripping with water. He walked over to me and I was so busy admiring him I didn't realise what he was doing until he had cornered me by the table, grinning.

"No," I warned.

He nodded and took a step closer.

"I've still got my dress on."

"You'd better take it off then, cos you're going in," he said. My eyes darted either side of him and realised there was no escape. I yanked my dress over my head and he seized his chance while I was distracted and picked me up. He threw me over his shoulder and I beat his back with my fists.

"No!" I shouted. "Harry!" He walked towards the pool so I pulled his shorts down from behind and he gave another yell. I laughed wickedly while he tried to bend his knees to grab his shorts, and balance me over his shoulder at the same time. I began to slip down his chest and he grabbed me round the waist with one arm as my feet touched the floor, and pulled his shorts up with the other one. He tried to push me into the water but as we wrestled on the edge I managed to wriggle out of his grip just as he lost his balance again and fell forwards into the pool. I squealed as a few drops of the cold water splashed me, and stood on the side laughing delightedly as he surfaced again.

"You are in so much trouble," he said, swimming to the steps again. He hauled himself up and I turned and ran across the patio to the kitchen door. I stepped inside and stayed a few feet back from the step. He reached the door, dripping wet, and stopped.

"Haha, you can't come in cos you're wet," I taunted him.

"I'll dry in about five seconds in this heat," he reminded me. "And then you really will be in trouble."

"I'll take my chances thanks," I teased.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he said. We stared at each other for a minute, and I could visibly see him drying in the sun. He kicked his feet by the door to get the last few drops off and then stepped inside. I squealed and ran to the stairs but he was too quick for me and grabbed me round the waist. I wriggled but he was almost dry so I couldn't slide out of his grip this time. "Now, what to do with you?" he mused as I laughed.

He lifted me up like a bridal-style and began to walk back through the kitchen with me. I draped my arms round his neck and began softly kissing his neck. "Stop that," he muttered. I ignored him and carried on, and saw goosebumps break out on his skin. As he manoeuvred me through the kitchen door I put one hand on his cheek and turned his face towards me, and softly kissed his lips. "I know what you're doing," he murmured against my mouth. I didn't answer, but kissed him again and ran my finger gently along his jaw line.

He stopped on the side of the pool, holding me in his arms, and we kissed for minute. He pulled away from me an inch and I opened my eyes. He looked down at my lips for a moment, and then back into my eyes, before moving his face closer to mine again so our lips were almost touching. I had stopped breathing and my heart was pounding.

"Don't start," he whispered softly, "what you can't finish."

Before I'd had time to take in his words he flung me into the pool. The water felt freezing after the heat from the sun, and it took my body a few seconds to acclimatise to the temperature. As my head broke the surface of the water I saw him standing on the side with his nose in the air, grinning smugly.

"I see," I called out to him. "We're playing dirty are we?" I pushed my hair out of my face and made my way to the side. He laughed and crouched down, holding his hand out to help me out of the water. "No," I said, pushing his hand away, grinning. "That's it now, I don't trust you."

He laughed again and offered me his hand, still crouching and balancing on the balls of his feet. I sighed and took his hand, then pushed my legs hard against the side of the pool, yanking him into the water with a splash. His head appeared above the water next to me, grinning. "You really are asking for it, aren't you," he said.

"I think that's 3-1," I said, gleefully, and he splashed me hard with both hands. I laughed and wiped the water out of my eyes and swam over to where he was standing. I draped my arms around his neck and he grinned at me. Christ, he was seriously gorgeous. I couldn't stop smiling. I ran my hands over his hair, slicking it back, and he leaned forward and kissed me.

"Truce?" he suggested.

"OK," I agreed, not trusting him one bit.

"You should put some suncream on," he said. "You'll burn pretty quickly otherwise."

We climbed out of the pool and I wrapped a towel round me. Harry handed me a bottle of suncream and I began applying it. He sat back on a sun lounger with one arm behind his head, watching me with a lazy smile on his lips. When I'd finished I threw the bottle to Harry and sat back on my sun lounger next to him, but facing him, so my feet were by his waist. I watched him rubbing the lotion onto his chest and found myself smiling too.

"What are you smiling at?" he asked.

"Just enjoying the view."

"That's funny, it's pretty good from where I'm sitting too," he smiled.

I grinned at him and he winked at me. Damn that wink. My stomach did a backflip and my heart missed several beats. It must have shown on my face because he chuckled softly.

My phone pinged, and I reached for it.

From: Callie: Well??? xxx

Ooops. I'd forgotten I was supposed to text her back. It would be nearly 8pm back home.

To: Callie: Twice xxx

From: Callie: And...??????????????? xxx

I smirked.

To: Callie: 10 out of 10 ;) xxx

"What are you smirking at?" he asked, moving his leg so our thighs were touching.

"Callie's being nosey," I said. "Don't worry, she's not being nosey about you... well, she is, but not because of who you are. She's just generally nosey about everything."

"What did you say to her?" he asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about," I said coyly.

"Ohhhh," he whined. "That's not fair!"

I closed my phone and put it back on the table, smiling.

"How come you never ask about the band?" he suddenly said.

I gave him a confused look. "That's a random question to come out with," I remarked.

He cleared his throat and I could swear I saw a tinge of pink on his cheeks. "I was just wondering."

Something told me he had been wondering this for a while.

I hesitated for a moment, then said, "There are loads of reasons to be honest."

"Like...?" he said, when I didn't elaborate. He was looking at me intently.

I stared at him. "Why do you think I don't?" I said.

He cleared his throat again. "I don't know. I know you're a fan so I don't get why you don't ask anything. Sometimes I think you're not really a fan at all, but then you do stuff and I know you genuinely are. Like when you got all excited when Louis called me in the car that day. And when you immediately knew Niall's voice from him saying, like, 3 words to you. And you know the exact drumbeat to Little White Lies, and every word to Best Song Ever. And Kiss You is your ringtone. And your Twitter is all One Direction related. So why don't you ask me about the band? I don't get it."

"Don't you? Really?" I said. (I inwardly blushed at the mention of my Twitter, as he had obviously read all my previous tweets to know they were all 1D related, and therefore he would have seen the one of me and Sarah with the cake on his birthday. I hoped with all my heart that we would never have a conversation about that.)

"No," he said.

I hesitated again, and stared at my toes. "Well, I never wanted you to think I only like you because you're Harry from One Direction. I mean, I liked you for 2 years for that reason, but then when I actually met you, I liked you for you, and I started to separate my crush on Harry from One Direction from my crush on you. I thought you must get so many people asking you about the band, and wanting to hang out with you just because you're famous. And I never want you to put me in that category. So I don't ask because I think if you want to talk to me about it you will, and if you don't, you won't. I don't want you to feel you have to. And if I ever did ask you about the band, I wouldn't want you thinking I'm asking because I'm a fan fishing for information. It's not because I'm not interested that I don't ask; far from it. I just think you must get sick of talking about it sometimes, and I don't want you to get sick of talking to me..." I trailed off. Shut up now, Jess.

Harry was silent. For some reason, my mouth seemed to take his silence as a cue to keep talking.

"Sometimes I remember who you are, and I get starstruck, and I get cross with myself because I feel like I'm treating you differently." I paused. "Sorry," I said. Stop talking! I shouted in my head.

I finally lifted my gaze to Harry's face, and saw he was still staring at me intently, listening to every word. "Sorry," I said again.

"You're amazing," he said suddenly. My heart jumped and my stomach gave a jolt. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you get it. You get me," he said. "Everything you just said... you just... you get it."

I smiled softly at him, mostly because I didn't trust myself to speak, let alone try and form a coherent sentence.

"And just for the record, I never get sick of talking to you," he said. "I love it."

My heart lurched sickeningly at the word "love". I heard Calvin's voice again, "And you're telling me..."

FUCK OFF CALVIN! I thought fiercely.

"Ditto," I said to Harry.

"I really like you," he mumbled, averting his gaze and looking down at his lap.

Oh my Styles. Surely this was every fan's dream? I had actually fantasised about stuff like this when I was a fan. And now it was happening for real. And now I was doing that thing again I'd just told him I hated: getting starstruck and thinking of him differently. Snap out of it, Jess.

"I think you know I really like you too," I said, staring at my toes again.

"Yeah," he said, and my stomach flipped again.

We sat in silence for a minute, not looking at each other. My heart was thumping in my chest and when I looked down, I could actually see it beating, it was going that hard. I silently prayed Harry couldn't see it too.

"You want a cold drink?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, please," I said, looking up at his face.

He stood up and disappeared into the kitchen, and I let my head fall back on the sun lounger and closed my eyes. I silently replayed our conversation in my head. My heart rate showed no signs of slowing down.

I was just beginning to wonder what was taking him so long with the drinks when I felt an icy jet of water hit my stomach. I jumped up, screaming, and saw Harry standing by the back door with a hose in one hand, aiming the nozzle in my direction, and his phone in this other hand, videoing this torture, while laughing hysterically.

"Harry!" I screamed. "Stop it!" There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape the freezing blast. I grabbed my towel and curled up in a ball, pulling the towel over me. The pressure stopped, but his laughter didn't. "It's not funny!" I shouted.

"3-2," I heard him say next to me, and I risked a peek from underneath the towel. He was now standing by the table with 2 glasses of coke and a huge grin on his face.

I laughed at the look on his face. "You called a truce," I said, pointing at him accusingly.

"It was too good an opportunity to miss," he laughed.

"This is definitely war," I warned him.

"If you say so," he grinned, sitting down on my sun lounger next to me and kissing me. I pushed my shoulder into his, affectionately, and he smiled at me. My stomach jolted again.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Mmm." I made a so-so gesture with my hand.

"I could make us some sandwiches for lunch?" he suggested.

"Fine with me," I said. "Do you want any help?"

"No it's ok. Stay out here and relax," he said.

I snorted. "Are you joking? I'm on high alert for the next round of water torture."

He laughed and stood up. "I guarantee a ceasefire for the next hour."

"Hmmm." I narrowed my eyes at him. "I guess I'll have to trust you."

"You can trust me," he said, smiling, and my stomach flipped at the sincerity in his voice. He went back into the house, and emerged about 10 minutes later with a plate of sandwiches and some crisps. We sat on the sun loungers and ate them, and then sat back facing each other again and Harry lazily stroked my calf with his fingertips as we chatted.

The heat was incredible, and after about half an hour I was roasting. Harry must have been thinking the same because he suddenly stood up and said, "I'm going for another dip. Wanna join me?"

I groaned. "Yes, but I hate that first plunge."

"I'm going for it," he said, running a few steps and diving head first into the water. When he surfaced he looked over at me. "Come on," he called.

I tiptoed to the edge and sat down, dipping my feet in the water. It was pleasantly cool. Harry swam over to me and stood between my legs, his shoulders just out of the water, and I stroked his hair back from his face. He grinned and scooped a handful of water and splashed my stomach. I squealed as it practically sizzled on my hot skin and started to get up but Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me into the water. I screamed as I plunged in and he grabbed me round the waist, laughing.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," he murmured, kissing my neck.

"You will be," I gasped, turning around in the water to face him. "It's a good job you're hot so you can get away with it."

He grinned and kissed my lips, and I slid my arms around his neck, kissing him back. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I was out of my depth, and he tightened his arms around my back, crushing me against his chest. His tongue slipped in my mouth and my heart began to pound for millionth time in 24 hours.

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

I entwined my fingers in his hair as our kissing became more urgent and he slowly moved through the water until he was pressing me up against the side of the pool. He ran his hands up and down my sides and then slipped his fingers underneath my bikini top. I moaned against his mouth and slipped my hand down the front of his shorts to find him standing to attention. I moved my bikini bottoms to the side and rubbed him against me and it was his turn to moan. We stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing, and gently touching. Then he put his hands under my legs and pushed his hips gently forward and I felt him slide in. I tightened my arms around his neck and moved against him, and he squeezed my legs. It was less than a minute until I cried out in pleasure, and another minute before he did the same.

I stayed where I was with my legs and arms wrapped around him and I felt him wobble under the water. "You make my knees go weak," he murmured softly in my ear, with his eyes closed.

"That's because you've just come," I teased.

"That's not the reason," he whispered, resting his head on my shoulder.

I kissed his neck softly, my heart pounding from his words. We stayed still for a few minutes, holding each other close in the water, both lost in thought.

"We didn't use anything," he murmured.

"I know, I was just thinking that," I said. "It'll be ok - it's not the right time. Of the month," I added.

"Are you sure?" he asked, lifting his head to look at me.

"Certain," I said. "But we need to be more careful."

"I know," he said, resting his head back on my shoulder. "I got carried away."

"Me too," I said. "I didn't even think about it. We can't let that happen again."

"No," he said. He lifted his head again and kissed me. "I've never... y'know... without using one before," he said.

"Really?" I said. "Never?"

"Never," he said. "It felt amazing." I wasn't sure what to say to this, so I kept quiet.

We climbed out of the pool and got back on the sun loungers again, and Harry turned his around so they were facing the same way. He rubbed suncream into my back, and I did his (which was as erotic as hell) and we lay on our stomachs, our heads turned towards each other.

Our conversation was interrupted by my phone singing a different song...

"Counted all my mistakes and there's only one, standing out from the list of the things I've done..."

Harry lifted his head. "Have you changed your ringtone?"

"No, that's Facetime," I said, pushing myself up on my hands and grabbing my phone from the table. "It's Maddie," I said.

"Aww, answer it," Harry said.

I got back on my stomach on the sun lounger and swiped the screen and after a minute Maddie's face appeared on the screen. "Hi Maddie," I said.

"Hi," she said, and I could hear girls giggling in the background. "What are you doing?"

"Just sunbathing," I said.

"Are you at Harry Styles' house?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied, and I heard squeals and someone said "Oh my God!" in the background. "Are your friends over?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said and a couple of faces popped up behind her and grinned at me.

"How come you're having a sleepover on school night?" I asked.

"Inset day tomorrow," she said. "Is Harry Styles with you?"

"Ah, so that's why you're facetiming me," I said, rolling my eyes.

"No, I wanted to say hi to the best sister in the world," Maddie said, as her friends giggled in the background. I looked over at Harry and he nodded at me and smiled.

"Yeah right," I said. "No screenshots, ok?"

I turned the phone slightly to my right so Harry came into view, and the screams that came from my phone almost broke the speaker. I couldn't blame them to be honest; He was topless with wet hair and he looked incredible.

"Hi girls," he said, giving a small wave.

"Hi!" they screamed, and I detected a few tears in some of the "Oh my God!"s.

"Are you having fun?" he asked.

"Yes!" they chorused.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"We're just hanging out."

"Listening to music."

"Talking about One Direction."

There was a burst of laughter.

"Really? What have you been saying about us?" Harry asked.

"Just saying that we can't wait to come to your concert," Maddie said.

"Which one are you coming to?" Harry asked.

"Cardiff and London," Maddie replied.

"Oh are you going with Jess?" Harry asked, looking at me, and I nodded.

"Yeah," Maddie said.

I tilted the phone back towards me. "That good enough for you?" I teased.

"Oh my God!" Maddie squealed. "He's so hot! Is he a good kisser?"

"Um, Mads, he can hear you, you know," I said.

All the girls laughed. "You didn't answer the question," one of them piped up.

"We're just friends," I said. "Don't put anything about this on Twitter, any of you," I said, seriously. "I don't think anyone's realised I'm here so I just want to keep a low profile ok?"

"Ok," they chorused.

"Good," I said. "Because you wouldn't want Harry Styles to be mad at you, would you?"

They assured me they would keep it quiet, and we said goodbye. I turned the phone back to Harry and he waved to them, causing the hysteria to begin again. After I ended the call I hesitated, then put my camera on selfie mode and leaned towards Harry. He grinned and moved his head close to mine. Just as I snapped the picture he turned his head and kissed my cheek. I beamed at him, then took another picture of us both smiling this time, and put my phone back on the table.

We spent the rest of the day sunbathing then cooling off in the pool, and then Harry fried some chicken for dinner while I went to have a shower to get rid of the suncream and chlorine. I pulled on some girl boxers and a vest top and pulled my ponytail forward over my shoulder. I smoothed moisturiser over my legs, and went back down to the kitchen where he was getting plates out of a cupboard. We sat down at the island in the centre of the kitchen and quickly ate dinner, and then I sprawled on the sofa and watched TV while Harry went for a shower, and took the opportunity to send quick texts to Callie, Nicki and Sarah, knowing they'd be in bed and hoping it wouldn't wake anyone up. I flicked through the music channels and saw Nicole Scherzinger had just started - Don't Hold Your Breath. I ran to the bottom of the stairs and listened. I could still hear the shower running so I cranked the TV volume up, grabbed my phone as a makeshift microphone and danced around Harry's living room, singing along at the top of my voice. I flicked my ponytail and busted all my best moves and when the song finished I turned the volume back down and flopped on the sofa, slightly out of breath.

I heard a noise at the door and looked up to see Harry wearing a pair of grey jogging pants and a white t-shirt, with his damp hair pulled up in a bun. Oh. My. Styles. I had been wondering when the man bun would make an appearance. It was enough to make me go weak at the knees. I stared at him with my mouth open, and he pressed his lips together and frowned at me. "What have you been up to?" he said.

"Nothing," I squeaked. Oh great. I hadn't squeaked like a fool the entire time I'd been here, but the sight of the man bun had just rendered me incoherent.

"Why are you out of breath?" he asked, flopping down on the sofa next to me.

"Errrr..." Damn. I didn't have an excuse ready. The mun seemed to have also zapped me of my ability to think.

He laid back along the sofa and pulled me with him so I was laying back between his legs, my head resting on his chest.

"Go on," he said.

"I'm not," I lied, trying to slow my breathing.

His eyes flicked to the TV and took in the music channel. "Were you dancing?"

"No!" I scoffed.

He chuckled. "I'm sorry I missed that."

"I'm not," I muttered, and he chuckled again.

"I can see down your top from this angle," he said casually, and I slapped his leg, causing him to laugh harder.

"You're such a perv," I said.

"Says you. I saw you checking me out when I walked in just then," he teased.

"Yeah, well, I really like your hair like that," I muttered, and he laughed again.

"So do you want to go into Beverly Hills tomorrow?" he asked. "We could go for some lunch and look around the shops?"

"Yeah," I said enthusiastically.

"Great," he said. "It'll be fairly quiet I reckon so I won't bother with security."

We watched TV until about 11pm, and then headed up to bed. After I'd brushed my teeth I slipped into bed and Harry emerged from the bathroom in just a pair of boxer shorts. He grinned at me.

"You look good in my bed," he said.

"You look good in those boxers," I said and he winked at me before flicking the light out and jumping hard onto the bed and slipping under the covers next to me.

"I thought I told you no winking," I said through the darkness. "That makes my knees go weak."

"Good job you're lying down then isn't it," he said. "What else makes your knees go weak?"

"Your hair like that. Pretty much everything you say and do," I confessed.

His lips found mine in the darkness. "How about this?" he murmured against my mouth.

"Yep," I murmured back.

He softly skated his hand down my leg and pulled it up so it was around his waist. "And this?" he asked softly.

"Mmm hmm," I confirmed.

He began kissing my neck while gliding his hand slowly up my inside leg. I knew exactly where this was going. "What about this?" he whispered.

"Definitely that," I breathed, pulling him on top of me. I hoped he wasn't planning on much sleep that night...

~~~~~*****~~~~~

Hey, thanks for reading! Please vote and leave me comments, I love reading them! I hope there's not been too much smut in these last couple of chapters but don't forget they're making up for lost time!

If anyone can make me a cover for this story, please message me - I wouldn't have a clue where to start editing one! :)