I woke up around 10am the following morning and rolled over to see Harry facing me, fast asleep. I lay still, watching him sleep for a few minutes, taking in his flawless beauty, before deciding this was creepy and sliding out of bed. I pulled on a pair of girl boxers and Harry's Green Bay Packers hoodie, and then checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I splashed some water on my face and pinched my cheeks to give them some colour, quickly cleaned my teeth and ran a brush through my hair. (There was no way I was risking bumping into any stray members of One Direction looking like a complete troll).

I left Harry sleeping and skipped down the stairs into the kitchen. The house was in complete silence, indicating I was the first one up. I flicked the kettle on and pulled 2 mugs out of the cupboard. I leaned on my elbows looking out of the kitchen window, humming Nobody Compares softly to myself. The kettle boiled and I threw a couple of tea bags into the mugs and sang the chorus a bit louder as I poured the water in and slowly stirred the tea. I paused my singing as I reached into the fridge for the milk and a voice behind me said, "Don't stop on my account."

I jumped and only just managed to hold onto the milk carton as I spun around to see Louis standing in the doorway in just a pair of boxers, rubbing his eyes sleepily with one hand and holding his phone in the other. My eyes travelled up and down his body for a second before I mentally shook myself and squeaked a hello.

"You like that song?" he asked by way of a greeting.

"Uh, yeah, one of my top 10," I managed to say.

"Are there any of our songs you don't like?" he teased, slipping onto a kitchen stool.

"A few," I blushed, sliding one of the mugs across the counter towards him.

"Ah, thanks," he said. "Which don't you like then?"

I smiled. "You're very interested in my taste in music."

"I've never hung out with a fan for this long," he said. "You're not hysterical or anything. You seem fairly normal. Apart from tweeting Harry pictures of birthday cakes."

A rush of heat flooded my body. "He showed you that?" I said, horrified.

"We know all about you," Louis smirked. "But I don't know which songs you don't like, sooo...."

I was eager to get off the subject of the birthday tweet so I decided to go with this conversation. "Um, ok, well I'm not a huge fan of the slow ones really. I always skip Little Things and You and I."

Louis smiled. "I'll let you off those. I didn't write them. But of course you already know that."

I nodded sheepishly and smiled. "I'll tell you what I'm interested in," I said, feeling brave, leaning on the counter on my elbows. Louis looked up at me with interest. "What's Harry been saying about me?"

"Ah," Louis grinned. "That would be telling wouldn't it?"

"You said it was a conversation for later," I reminded him. "Well, now is later."

"I did indeed," he nodded, smirking at me, his eyes locking into mine. I won't deny my heart skipped a beat when he did that, but nothing like when Harry looked into my eyes.

"Soooo...," I pressed.

"Soooo...?" he mimicked.

"So what's he said?" I asked, exasperatedly.

"What's who said?" Liam interrupted, appearing through the doorway, also wearing only a pair of boxers. Louis raised his eyebrows briefly at me before we both turned to look at Liam. Oh Christ. Two members of One Direction wearing only their underwear. I felt the urge to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

"Harry, about our plans for today," Louis said smoothly, while I tried unsuccessfully to pick my jaw up from the floor. I shot him a grateful smile for covering for me, and turned to fetch another mug from the cupboard, surreptitiously wiping my hand across my mouth in case I had drooled without realising.

"He mentioned going for breakfast," Liam said, sliding onto the stool next to Louis. "Isn't he up yet?"

"No," I said, pouring a cup of tea for Liam.

"He's probably tired after all the sex," Louis suggested.

"Louis!" I squealed, blushing furiously.

"Tommo," Liam groaned. "It's too early for smutty comments."

"It's never too early for smutty comments," Louis disagreed, while I stirred Liam's tea, my heart pounding at having a conversation about sex with Louis Tomlinson. I handed Liam his mug without looking up. I wasn't sure I had the courage to make eye contact with them after that, especially while they were shirtless. All I needed now was for Harry to appear half-naked and reduce me to a pile of jelly.

As if on cue, Harry entered the kitchen in a pair of Calvin Klein boxers, and I rolled my eyes to the heavens. I pulled a mug out for him too, and as I poured water over the teabag he came over and stood next to me, smiling. I looked up at him and felt the familiar pinch in my stomach.

"I didn't know where you'd gone," he said.

"Sorry," I said. "I came down to make a cup of tea for us but these two distracted me." I indicated to Louis and Liam.

"Hmm, should I be worried?" he murmured.

Before I could answer, Liam said, "Are we going out for breakfast? I'm starving."

"Alright, Niall," Harry teased. "Yeah, we can go to Dialog Cafe if you want."

We drank our tea and I jumped up first, knowing it would take me longer than the boys to get showered and dressed. I was still the last one to be ready and they were all leaning against the wall in the hall, snoring theatrically as I came down the stairs.

"Yes, yes, very funny," I said sarcastically.

"We'll go in the Range Rover, there's more room," Harry said, picking up a set of keys.

"Oh are you driving us?" I asked in surprise. I had been expecting security or something, as there were 3 members of the biggest boyband in the world about to descend on Beverly Hills.

"Security will follow," Harry said, reading my mind, and he opened the front door.

"Shotgun!" I yelled, clapping eyes on the Range Rover and stepping out into the sunshine.

"Errr, don't you know the rules of Shotgun?" Louis' voice came from behind me.

I whirled round. "Yes!" I said indignantly. "The car has to be in sight before Shotgun can be called. Not my fault you were last out the door. Snooze, you lose."

Harry laughed at my attitude, and Louis raised an eyebrow. "Not what I meant," he said. "Driver's girlfriend gets automatic Shotgun. There was no need to call it."

My heart lurched. There was that damn word again. "Um... I'm - I'm not his, uh..." I looked over at Harry uncertainly, but he opened the door to the Range Rover and slid into the driver's seat without looking at me. Uh oh. I silently cursed Louis and got into the passenger seat. Harry had already put his sunglasses on so I couldn't see his eyes, and he was fiddling with the radio.

Louis and Liam got in the back and Harry pulled out of the gates and began to drive down the road. In the wing mirror I could see another black Range Rover following us, presumably with the Men In Black in it.

The silence in the car was a bit uncomfortable so I pulled my phone out and scrolled through Twitter while I half listened to the DJ talking on the radio. I suddenly heard the words "One Direction" and out of habit I turned the volume up a bit and listened intently. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry grin. The radio presenters were talking about Louis and Liam arriving in LA and were speculating on where they might be and what they might be doing.

"And in honour of the boys arriving in LA let's play their Comic Relief single Teenage Kicks," one of the DJs said, as the opening notes began to play.

I couldn't stop the grin from breaking on my face as I cranked the volume up so the windows practically rattled, and belted out the first verse, singing Harry's and Zayn's solos. I looked in the mirror and saw Louis with his hands over his ears in the back and I laughed out loud. I put my camera on selfie mode as I sang Niall's bit and snapped a selfie with Liam and Louis in the background. Feeling brave I pressed record, just as Louis pulled his hands off his ears, nudged Liam next to him, winked and shouted "Let's go!" and Liam began to sing his part, cutting off my vocals:

"One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya, I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha one way, or another, I'm gonna win ya, I'll getcha, I'll getcha..."

I opened my mouth wide in shock and delight, turning in my seat to watch them, unable to believe what was happening. I moved the camera so Louis was fully in shot as he began his solo from the backseat.

"One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya, I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha one day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha, I'll meetcha..."

I stamped my feet in the front in pure elation, and took over Zayn's solo myself since I doubted anyone else would take it, singing, "And if the lights are all out, I'll follow your bus down town, see who's hanging out...."

In the back Louis shouted, "One two three four!" before Harry joined in with me, Liam and Louis singing the Na na na bit.

My skin broke out in goosebumps as soon as I heard Harry's voice next to me, and I noticed he glanced down at my bare arms and grinned, then looked up and caught my eye and grinned wider as I squeezed my eyes shut in excitement. I could not believe this was real.

"I wanna hold you, wanna hold you tight," Louis sang as we continued with our Na na nas, "I wanna hold you, wanna hold you tight. I wanna hold you wanna hold you tight, get teenage kicks right through the night."

Louis then took over the Na na nas with me and Liam as Harry sang, "I wanna hold you wanna hold you tight, I wanna hold you wanna hold you tight" (he pointed at me with both hands and winked, and I practically collapsed on the seat) "oh yeah! I wanna hold you wanna hold you tight, get teenage kicks right through the night!"

As Harry began to sing the next part, ("One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya...") I began to do the dance with my legs and one arm, my other hand still holding my phone filming us all. In the back Louis and Liam joined in with the dance while Harry continued his solo, "I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha one way, or another, I'm gonna win ya, I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha..."

"One way!" Liam jumped in, while the rest of us sang the I wanna hold you wanna hold you tight part, "or another, I'm gonna see ya, I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha one way or another, I'm gonna win ya, I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha..."

Harry jumped back in again, "One way, or another I'm gonna see ya, I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha one way, or another, I'm gonna win ya, I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha! One way! Or another!"

We all cheered, me the loudest of all of us, and I stamped my feet again and waved my arms in the air before switching the video camera off. Harry turned the volume back down before our eardrums burst.

"Oh my God that was fucking amazing!" I shouted, not caring how uncool I was being, and Harry chuckled next to me. "That was like the best thing ever to happen to me!" I covered my face with my hands and screamed.

"Okaaayyyy, crazy fan," Louis said from the back as I stamped my feet again and Harry laughed at my uncontrollable excitement.

"Sorry," I said breathlessly, trying to calm down. I stared out of the window, grinning widely, my insides dancing.

"Does she do this when you're getting jiggy?" Louis asked Harry, leaning forward into the front.

"No I do not!" I protested, swatting my hand at Louis, who dodged it and then leaned towards me.

"Is he a bit of a let down?" he asked me in a low voice, but loud enough so the others could hear.

I snorted, and Harry shook his head at Louis. "As if," I scoffed.

Louis grinned and sat back in his seat.

We pulled over in a side street, security pulling in behind us, and hopped out of the car. The street was fairly quiet and we slipped into Dialog Cafe unnoticed.

We ordered at the counter and took a seat at a table outside. Louis sat down opposite me and Liam next to me, and Harry pouted as he took the remaining seat. I stretched my leg out and nudged his foot with mine and he looked up at me and smiled.

The henchmen sat at the table next to us and the waitress brought our drinks over. Harry's hand was on the table and I glanced around to check no one was watching (there was nobody else sitting outside) and stretched my arm out and touched his fingers with mine. He looked up and our eyes locked, and he gave me a slow smile that sent a tingle down my back and caused my heart to pound in my chest.

"What's the plan for tonight?" Louis asked, looking at mine and Harry's hands on the table.

"Table's booked for 8," Liam replied. "Are you guys meeting us there?" he asked Harry.

"Yeah," Harry said, breaking contact with me to pull his phone out of his pocket. "We'll make our own way there. I'll text Lou now to confirm."

"Are you both coming too?" I asked Liam in surprise. "What are we doing anyway? You never said, Harry."

"Just going for dinner at Cecconi's," Harry said quickly, shooting a glance at Liam. "Maybe going on somewhere afterwards if you like?"

"Sounds great," I smiled.

Our breakfasts arrived, and after we'd finished Louis and Liam chucked some cash on the table, said goodbye and headed off with 2 security guards. Harry and I finished off our drinks then slipped our sunglasses on and sauntered onto Sunset Boulevard. We wandered in and out of the shops, and I spent half an hour in a gorgeous vintage accessories boutique staring at the jewellery. I was deciding between 2 pairs of earrings when I saw Harry looking at a chunky silver necklace with an obscure looking pendant. He examined it for ages, before putting it down and coming over to me.

"Which pair?" I asked, holding up the earrings to show him.

"The bigger ones," he said, pointing to the pair in my left hand. I nodded and handed them to the lady behind the counter and watched Harry wander over to the necklace again. I was wondering how I would be able to distract him when one of the assistants approached him and nervously asked him for a picture. While he obliged I signalled to the lady serving me that I wanted the necklace as well, and she quickly wrapped it in a gift box and slipped it into my bag. I paid and we left the shop, turning back onto Sunset Boulevard.

"Do you want to carry on shopping?" Harry asked.

"I'd love to but I kind of need to think about packing," I said. "If we're going out tonight I'll need to get it all sorted before we go so I'm not stressing in the morning."

Harry slipped his arm around my shoulders as we headed towards the car.

"What are you doing?" I panicked.

"Not caring," he replied.

"Harry...," I said nervously.

"What, Jess?" He stopped on the pavement and faced me.

"What if someone sees?" I muttered.

"I'm starting to think you're more worried about that than I am," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking off.

"Only because I don't want you to have to deal with the intrusion in your private life when people start getting the wrong idea," I said, walking after him.

He shook his head and muttered something about 'wrong idea' that I couldn't hear, and I followed him to the car in silence. He opened the car door for me and I stopped with my foot on the edge of the door. "Sorry," I said. "I'd love nothing more than to walk down the street with your arm around me."

He stayed where he was with his hand resting on the top of the door. "Prove it then," he challenged. "Kiss me. Right now."

"And what will you do when it's all over the internet in 5 minutes?" I reminded him.

"I'll ignore it, like I do everything else," he said. "Come on. I'm waiting."

I hesitated, my foot still on the edge of the door, my heart pounding.

"Thought not," he said, letting go of the door and walking round to the driver's side and yanking the door open.

"Harry," I pleaded as he got in the car and shut the door. I slid into the passenger seat.

"It's fine, I get it," he said abruptly.

"I really don't think you do," I said.

He said nothing, but started the engine and pulled out of the parking space and onto the street.

"Harry," I began, but I didn't really know what to say. I had so many emotions jumbling around inside me. I didn't even know how to begin explaining how I was feeling. I was terrified of scaring him off if I told him the truth: that I had fallen hopelessly in love with him and was dreading leaving in the morning. "I...I... I don't want us to fall out," I said eventually.

He was silent for a moment. "Neither do I," he sighed.

I reached my hand over to his and he linked his fingers with mine. "Sorry," I said again.

"I wish you'd open up to me," he said softly.

"What do you mean?"

"It's like you're afraid to get close to me or something."

Well, duh.

I didn't answer but stared out of the window.

"What's the worst that could happen?" he asked after a minute.

You don't feel the same way about me? I thought to myself. You don't call me once I'm back home because this was just a bit of fun for you? You publicly break my heart without even realising, and leave me to deal with it in the glare of the media? Take your pick.

"Jess?" he said, when I still didn't speak.

I kept my face turned away, feeling tears prick my eyes, and pressed my lips together to fight off the wave of emotion threatening to engulf me. Beside me I heard him sigh and felt him pull his hand away.

Harry's ringtone broke the tension and I discreetly brushed a tear off my cheek and glanced at the dashboard. Incoming call - Lou Teasdale.

"Hi Lou," Harry said.

"Hi darling," she said cheerfully. "How are you?"

"Alright thanks," he said flatly. "We're just on our way home. Been out for breakfast."

"Oh sounds lovely," she said. "Just got your text and thought I'd call you. I'll meet you there with Jeff and Glenne if that's ok?"

"Yeah fine. Table's booked for 8," Harry replied. Even I could tell he was being short, so I was certain Lou must have noticed too, but she didn't say anything.

"OK babe I'll see you later," she said.

"See ya later," Harry muttered and ended the call.

"Who are Jeff and Glenne?" I asked, knowing the answer but trying to break the ice.

"Friends, coming tonight," Harry answered as we pulled into his driveway.

We got out of the car and Harry opened the front door and threw his keys on the table in the hall. I pushed the door shut behind me and saw he was about to walk off, away from me. I reached out and grabbed his hand, forcing him to stop but he stayed facing away. I slowly pulled him back without saying anything, and he turned to face me, his gaze averted. I kept my eyes on the floor too, wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head against his chest. He slid his arms around me and put his head on top of mine. I tried to put everything I had into the embrace, trying to convey all the things I couldn't say to him. He gave a deep sigh.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, and eventually I lifted my head and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him.

"I should probably make a start on packing," I said.

"OK," he nodded.

I turned away from him and walked up the stairs into his bedroom and sat on the bed for a minute, letting the tears run down my cheeks. This was absolutely ridiculous. I needed to pull myself together. I wiped my face and made sure I had no makeup smudged under my eyes, and began gathering up my stuff that was lying around the bedroom and bathroom. I packed everything neatly in my suitcase, leaving the things I would need that evening and the following morning, and pulled Harry's Green Bay Packers hoodie on over my top. I lay down on Harry's side of the bed and closed my eyes, only intending to rest for a minute. I vaguely felt the mattress dip beside me, and a warmth against my back, but my eyelids were too heavy to open.

I awoke a couple of hours later, feeling cold. I lifted my head and became aware of a weight across my stomach, and turned to see Harry pressed up against me, his eyes closed and his arm draped over me. I was momentarily confused, and looked at the clock. 17.08. I carefully turned over so I was facing him and cuddled into his chest. I stayed there, enjoying the warmth from his body and the feeling of closeness. After a minute I reached up and gently stroked his hair back from his face, taking in every inch of him. He breathed deeply and opened his eyes, and then smiled at me.

"Hi," I whispered. "Fancy seeing you here."

"You fell asleep on my bed," he said, his voice croaky with sleep.

"Yeah, sorry," I replied. "I only laid down for a second. Your pillow's really comfy."

"You looked cute," he said, and I blushed.

"Sorry for... everything. Before," I said, averting my gaze.

"No, I'm sorry," he sighed. "I was being really pushy, I don't know what came over me. I'm not normally like that." He looked embarrassed.

"You weren't pushy. It was my fault. I should have just kissed you when you asked," I said, twisting my fingers together.

"Not if you didn't want to," he said quietly.

"Of course I wanted to. I always want to," I assured him. "It's just not that simple."

He looked at me and didn't say anything. I tried to think how to word it without accidentally telling him I loved him or something.

"I just find it a bit scary being thrust into the spotlight, with everyone wondering what's going on with us," I explained. "It's intrusive enough as it is, and we've only actually been pictured just hanging out together. I got photographed with my brother, and having lunch with Gary, and that got twisted by the media into me breaking your heart! If we're pictured kissing it'll just add more fuel to the fire." And I love you, I added silently.

Stop it, I told myself.

He nodded, looking into my eyes. "I forget you're not used to dealing with all this," he said. "I just ignore it most of the time. Sorry for being a dick."

"You weren't a dick," I said.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

I wrinkled my nose. "Since when do you ask permission?"

"Since I don't know where I stand," he said, then snapped his mouth shut, looking as though he wished he hadn't said that.

YOU don't know where YOU stand?! I thought in disbelief. "I don't play games," I said out loud, and leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He pressed his hands onto my back, and I wished I could rewind time a few seconds and ask him what he meant by his last comment.

How could he not know where he stood? Wasn't it completely obvious that I was a complete pushover when it came to him? I'd slept with him the first time I'd met him, then again the following time I'd met him, something I'd vowed I'd never ever do. I'd believed his side of the stories in press about his one night stands. I'd flown all the way to LA to see him, despite hardly knowing him. And I'd got jealous when that barista had given him her number in Starbucks. Was he blind?

Another memory of mine and Lou's conversation in Project earlier in the week flashed through my mind, but the night was so hazy I couldn't recall the details. I made a mental note to try and get her on her own later and ask her about it.

"Jess?" Harry said, pulling away from me.

I opened my eyes. "Yeah?"

He paused. "You seem... not really with it."

Oops. "Sorry," I flushed. "I wasn't, really. I was thinking about something. A conversation with Lou the other night," I fibbed, when he looked at me questioningly. It wasn't really a lie; I had been thinking about that as well.

"What about?"

"That's just it, I can't really remember," I told him. "I'll ask her tonight. Speaking of which... we should think about getting ready."

"We don't have to leave for two hours!" Harry exclaimed.

"Exactly. I know how long it takes you to pick out an outfit," I teased, sitting up on the bed, and he pushed me gently with his hand, grinning.

I had a long shower, washed and dried my hair, straightened it and covered myself in moisturiser. Harry kept me company, teasing me and making me laugh, and then helped me into my dress and zipped it up at the back before kissing me softly on the back of my neck.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. My feelings for him were growing, and I didn't know how to control them. I felt like I constantly had to watch what I said in front of him in case the L-word slipped out accidentally. And although my heart knew how I felt, my head was telling me it was way too soon for any sort of declaration like that.

I stood in front of the mirror and applied some makeup, putting on more than usual as we were headed for a night out, and Harry stood behind me, watching me.

"You look incredible," he said, and my stomach flipped.

"You talking to your reflection again?" I teased, hoping my voice wasn't shaking as much as my hands were.

"I'm talking to you, you spanner," he laughed, and I poked the bridge of my nose with my mascara wand.

"You look hotter," I replied, wiping the smudge off.

"Nah, there's something missing," he said. He came and stood beside me and slung his arm around my shoulders. "That's better," he said, and my heart lurched sickeningly. I couldn't hide the stupid grin that crept across my face, and he caught my eye in the mirror and smiled back. "Don't worry, no PDAs in the restaurant tonight," he said.

We were ready to go by 7.30. Harry was wearing his trademark black skinny jeans and a black shirt that was half unbuttoned, with tan boots, and he definitely looked hotter than me. He looked hotter than the sun for Christ's sake.

We got into the back of the Range Rover and Paul drove us into West Hollywood. As we pulled up outside Cecconi's I was relieved to see there were no paparazzi waiting outside.

"Have a great night you two," Paul smiled as we slipped out of the car and into the restaurant.

Lou was already seated at a table, along with two other people I recognised as Jeff Azoff and his girlfriend, Glenne. Harry introduced us and I nervously said hi. Harry pulled out my chair for me, and I was just about to sit down when I heard another voice behind us.

"Evening all!"

I turned round as casually as I could, to see James Corden standing next to our table with his wife Julia. Oh my Christ. As if Harry hadn't bothered to mention he was coming tonight.

"Lovely to see you again, Jess," James said, shaking my hand and kissing me on the cheek.

"Uh, you too," I squeaked, my face turning bright red. I said hello to Julia, and they walked around the other side of our table and sat down. I caught Harry's eye as we sat down and he grinned at me. "Thanks for the warning!" I hissed, and he winked infuriatingly, making my stomach flutter far more than James Corden ever could.

Louis and Liam arrived a couple of minutes later and Louis pulled out the chair next to me and sat down, making my stomach churn again. I briefly wondered if I would be able to eat anything at all that evening.

"You owe me a conversation," I muttered, so only Louis could hear, and he shot me a cheeky look.

"All in good time," he teased.

Some champagne arrived at the table, and a waitress followed about ten minutes later to take our food order.

"So, Jess, are you enjoying LA?" James asked me across the table.

"Yeah, it's been brilliant," I said.

"Has Harry shown you the sights?" he said.

"Uh... yeah, I guess so," I said.

"Harry, for fuck's sake, your car collection and outdoor pool do not count as the sights of LA," James said to Harry, generating laughs all round the table.

"I've shown her more than that," Harry protested innocently.

"I'm not talking about Little Harry either," James teased, causing Louis to crack up beside me and my face to turn crimson.

"Hey, less of the 'Little'," Harry replied, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"You sure know how to show a girl a good time," James grinned. "Next you'll be telling me you serenaded her with One Direction hits and took her along to a fan meet-and-greet."

"I did get a rendition of One Way Or Another in the car this morning," I said, finding my voice and smiling, and Harry turned to look at me with a grin on his face as James laughed loudly and said to Harry, "You're a fucking twat."

"What?! It was on the radio and she turned the volume up!" Harry moaned.

"Harry. Tell me the truth," James said seriously, looking Harry in the eyes with a straight face. "Did you ring the radio station and request it?"

"No!" Harry laughed, shaking his head.

"He asked me to call on his behalf," Louis chimed in.

"What the... everyone stop picking on me," Harry whined, closing his eyes and smiling. I gently squeezed his thigh under the table and he slipped his hand into mine, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm.

Our food arrived and Harry chatted to Jeff and Glenne while I talked to Louis, Liam and James. Once our dessert plates had been cleared, and we were finishing our drinks, Harry leaned in to me.

"Do you fancy going on somewhere after this?" he asked, his breath tickling my ear.

"Yeah sure," I said. "Did you have somewhere in mind?"

"Yeah, I've got tickets to a private gig not far from here," he said.

"Sounds good," I nodded. "Who's playing? Anyone I know?"

Harry smirked at me, his eyes twinkling. "Yeah. Ed Sheeran."

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