It took a moment for his words to register. I stared at him, unable to form a sentence; unable to form a single thought. He wore a shy, slightly embarrassed expression.

I reached up and pulled his face down to mine, deciding that actions spoke louder than words. I kissed him softly, as he had kissed me, and gently caressed the back of his neck. I pushed my hands through his hair, running my fingers through it and smiling as it kept falling forward and tickling my face.

He lowered his head and teased my collarbone with his lips, running his finger down my stomach and between my legs again. I sighed and closed my eyes, and felt his mouth follow the line his finger had just traced down my stomach to my knickers. My eyes flew open as he slid them down, and I gasped as he planted a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh. I hadn't been expecting this.

"Harry," I managed to say, before I was rendered speechless as I felt his tongue press against me.

"Mmmm?" he responded, and the vibration from his mouth made me squirm against the bed. I arched my back and gripped the duvet tightly in my fists.

"I... This isn't going to take long," I panted.

He slipped his finger inside me again and I felt his tongue flick my most sensitive part.

"Christ, Harry, don't stop," I pleaded, squirming again. "Fuck."

He carried on moving his tongue and as I predicted, it did not take long. I felt my legs start to tremble and I put my hand over my mouth as I came, to stop myself from screaming out.

After I finished he lifted his head and grinned at me, before reaching over to the nightstand and taking a drink of water. He then moved back up my body so his face was next to mine and he was laying between my legs.

"Good?" he asked.

"Uh.. yeah, just a bit," I panted, trying to get my breathing under control.

He smiled, looking pleased with himself, and I lifted my head up and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured.

I blushed, and felt self conscious as he ran his hand over my stomach.

"The way you make me feel..." he continued. "You're like a drug, I just can't get enough of you."

The line from No Control flashed through my head, but I decided now was not the time to be singing a One Direction song at him. Instead I smiled shyly at him.

"The feeling's mutual," I said, and he smiled happily at me.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly as he kissed me again, and I felt that same connection I'd felt earlier. He held my face in his hands as he gently pushed his tongue between my lips, and I felt his hardness pressing against me through his boxers.

"I'll never hurt you," he whispered suddenly. "Please trust me."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just carried on kissing him, but squeezed his arms gently to let him know I'd heard him.

He gently nudged his erection against me, and I slid my hands down his sides to his boxers and he lifted his hips so I could slide them down. I ran my hand over him, feeling how hot he was, and slid my thumb over his tip. He breathed hard and reached into the nightstand for a condom.

I went to change positions but he held me still. "No, stay there," he murmured. "I told you, I want to make love to you."

He moved over me and lay between my legs again and I reached up and stroked his face, trying once again to pluck up the courage to tell him I loved him. His lips found mine again and I heard the beginning of Love Me Like You Do now playing on the music system. How fitting.

He smiled at me, his eyes locking on mine. "This is us," he said. (I smirked, but quickly hid it.) "This song. It's you and me." (I was thankful he didn't say 'you and I'. I would have definitely ruined the moment.)

"I love it," I said softly. "It's reminded me of you since the night we met." Why was it so easy to say 'I love it'?!

He smiled at me again, and I pulled him close to me, and this time I felt him slowly slide in.

"Go really slow," I whispered as he brought his face to mine.

"I'm going to," he whispered back.

He lifted my arms up and found my fingers with his. He intertwined the fingers of his left hand with my right, and his right with my left, and pinned me gently to the bed like this with my arms above my head. As he leaned over me, he began slowly moving in and out, staring deep into my eyes. It was intense.

I listened to the words of the song playing in the background, and knew I would never be able to listen to this song again without thinking of this moment. Every word was relevant to me and Harry. He was the light, the night, the colour of my blood. He was the cure, the pain, the only thing I wanted to touch. The lyrics summed up exactly how I felt about him.

He alternated between gazing at me and kissing me while he moved, and after a couple of minutes his breathing had quickened, and I could tell he was struggling to keep the pace slow. I began kissing him harder, and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as this was the only way I could hold him since he still had both my hands pinned to the bed with his. I could feel myself getting close again.

He let out a small groan.

"Are you...?" I whispered.

"No, but I'm about to," he said, with the tone of someone desperately trying to control themselves.

"Me too," I said. "Harry... look at me... when you come."

"Oh God, Jess, you don't know what you do to me when you say things like that," he moaned with his eyes squeezed shut. And then he suddenly shuddered and opened his eyes to stare into mine, and moaned in pleasure, which sent me over the edge as well. It was the most intense experience of my life. My whole body shook involuntarily and the feeling spread like fire and caused my toes to curl. I kept my eyes fixed on Harry as the waves of pleasure kept on coming. It was even better than the previous time.

As it slowly began to fade, Harry leaned down and pressed his lips onto mine as we both fought to get our breathing back to normal.

"I just saw stars," he panted, dropping his head forward on my shoulder. "What the fuck was that?"

I shook my head.

"I don't think I can move," I managed to say.

"Then don't," he said softly, releasing his hold on my hands but staying where he was with his forehead pressed against me. He collapsed his whole body weight on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, and kissed his hair that was now wet with sweat.

"That was..." I trailed off.

"Yeah," he agreed. "It was."

I felt him withdraw and immediately felt strangely empty. He rolled off the bed and I saw him wobble in a way I knew was nothing to do with the Dom Perignon. He disappeared into the bathroom and I slid under the covers, not bothering to put any clothes on. He returned a moment later in a pair of boxers and his hair in a mun.

"Are you trying to seduce me again?" I murmured as he flicked off the music and the side light and slid into bed beside me.

"No," he replied, and I could hear the grin in his voice.

"The mun says otherwise," I muttered through the darkness.

"The mun can't talk," Harry teased.

"It talks to me, believe me," I declared.

"What does it say?" He was still grinning.

"Bang me," I said, and he laughed.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"Nope," I said. "That's all it can say. That's all it needs to say."

He moved close to me and as my eyes became accustomed to the darkness I could now see him grinning at me. "You are funny," he said.

"I'm only saying what the world is thinking."

He chuckled. "I don't care what the world is thinking. I only care what you think."

My stomach flipped. "Well I think you are amazing," I said, before I could wimp out. Say it now, say I love you! my inner voice said.

"Really?" he asked, shyly.

"Of course," I said, stroking my middle finger over one of his swallow tattoos.

He was quiet for a moment, then said, "I mean it, Jess. I only care what you think. I'm not interested in anyone else. In any way."

I looked at him, unsure what he was trying to say.

"I don't want any other girls," he said in a rush. "I just want you. I'm not going to be unfaithful to you. I want to see you again. I want us to be... us. You know. Official."

I took a sharp intake of breath, and immediately wanted to kick myself for being so uncool. But seriously, I had not been expecting this at all. I stared into his eyes, my finger frozen on the wing of the swallow tattoo. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something, but my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth and my heart was thudding.

Pull yourself together! my subconscious shouted. Don't fuck this up!

Lou's words from earlier in the evening came back to me: The guy is smitten. Don't break his heart with indifference.

Now was the time to be honest.

"I don't want anyone else either," I said in a small voice, and his face broke into a relieved smile. "I've got it bad for you, Harry, despite what you may think."

"You don't give much away," he conceded.

"Only because I don't want to make a fool of myself," I told him. "Our worlds are so different, and sometimes... no, most of the time I..." I took a deep breath. "I don't think I'm enough for you."

There, I'd said it. Well, obviously not the 'I love you' part, but I'd shared my biggest insecurity.

His brow creased as he looked at me with confusion. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you're Harry Styles," I said.

"Yes, I am." We stared at each other for a moment. "Is that it?" he asked.

"Isn't that enough of a reason?"

"Well it shouldn't matter who I am," he said. "So you're going to have to give me more to go on than that."

"Of course it matters who you are," I said, not unkindly. "You're world famous. You can barely walk down the street without someone recognising you, and wanting to speak to you and hug you and have a picture taken with you. You literally have the pick of pretty much any woman in the world. So why choose me? It just seems too good to be true."

"Why does it?" he asked, looking at me incredulously.

"For loads of reasons!" I said, biting my lip nervously. "You're gorgeous, you're funny, you're confident, you're caring, you're sweet, you're... you're every girl's dream."

"Am I your dream?" he asked, and I could hear the grin in his voice.

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. "You know you are."

He smirked. "I wanted to hear you say it. It's not often you open up like this. I'm making the most of it."

"Only because I'm too afraid of getting hurt," I blurted.

"Yes, you said that before," he murmured. "Why do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"Because of everything I just said. I'm scared you'll find someone prettier, sexier and more appealing. And when you do it'll be on the front page of every magazine and it'll be rammed down my throat and... and I don't think I can cope with seeing you with someone else."

"Why would I do that?"

"You already did," I pointed out, then wished I could take it back as I saw his hurt expression. "Oh God," I said. "I didn't mean to throw that in your face. I'm not trying to be a bitch. I was just being honest. I'm sorry."

He rubbed his hand over his face. "No it's ok. I take it you mean the girl in Manila?" (I nodded.) "If I could turn back time I would. I'm sorry that hurt you... that I hurt you."

"Don't apologise," I said shaking my head. "I had no right to be upset about it. We weren't in a relationship; we'd had a couple of one night stands. So you had no obligation to me or anything."

"Maybe not, but I already liked you a lot by that point, and if I'd thought I would end up falling - feeling this way about you then I wouldn't have slept with her. I know that now." He paused. "I'm not a cheat."

"How do you feel about me?" I asked, before I could stop myself.

"I can't get enough of you," he said softly, reaching over and playing with a strand of my hair. (It still wasn't the time, but just for the record, he was killing me with his choice of words.)

"Is there anything else I should know?" I asked.

He blinked. "No."

"Ok," I said.

"Well... maybe that you were never just a one night stand to me. I think a part of me suspected that from the first moment I kissed you."

Omfg what? Be cool, Jess.

"It's all I thought you could ever be," I confessed. "I never would have dreamed in a million years that any of this would happen."

He smiled at me and slid his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. "So... are we official?" he murmured into my hair.

"Looks like we are," I said, unable to keep the grin off my face. "Wait... does official also mean public?" I wasn't sure how these things worked in the celebrity world.

"Well I'm not exactly one for big announcements," he said, uncomfortably.

"I know that," I said, rolling my eyes. "I mean I'm not ready for it to be public knowledge just yet. Can we keep it just between us for now?"

He looked at me. "Um, ok, if that's what you want. You know I don't like the press knowing anything about my private life anyway. I need to let management know though. They'll want to talk to you."

"Talk to me? Why?" I asked, dumbfounded.

He shrugged. "To tell you what to say and what not to say. Stuff like that."

"I don't plan on saying anything at all," I protested.

"I know," he sighed. "But this is the way it works. If you're going to get involved with me they need to make sure the band's image is safe." He looked worried. "Please don't be put off by that."

"Of course I'm not," I said, tracing my finger across his bottom lip. "I just need to get my head around the thought of being your... girlfriend?" (I looked at him questioningly and he nodded and smiled.) "Before I entertain the thought of the whole world knowing as well."

"I didn't realise it needed such a big adjustment," he said slowly, his eyes half-closing as my finger moved across his lip again.

"Not in a bad way," I said hastily. "In an oh-my-God-is-this-even-real way."

He smiled again. "So that's a good way?"

"Yes, it is definitely a good way," I smiled back.

"Ok good. Because you're sending shivers down my back right now," he said. "And I need to kiss you."

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," I smiled as he moved over me and pressed his lips to mine.

I lay on my back and loosely hung my arms around his neck as he gently touched his tongue against my lips and ran his hand up and down my side. He was turning me on again. I moved my leg against his and slid my foot up his calf.

"Harry," I whispered. "Make love to me again."

He didn't need to be asked twice.

~~~~~~~~~~

Needless to say we didn't get much sleep that night.

When the alarm sounded at 7am I groaned inwardly and put it on snooze for 10 minutes. However my mind turned back to the events of the previous night and I lay there grinning to myself, remembering everything Harry had said (and done) to me. If he hadn't been laying next to me I would have believed it was all a dream.

I rolled over and spooned behind him, sliding my arm around his waist and softly kissing his back. He gave a sigh and we lay like that for a few minutes until my alarm sounded again. I had to roll away from him to snooze it again, and as I fumbled with the button he sighed again.

"Don't go," he mumbled sleepily.

"I'm just snoozing the alarm again," I whispered, finally silencing it and rolling back over to him and pressing my body against his back.

"Don't go home," he said after a minute.

I sighed and pressed my cheek onto his shoulder blade. "I have to," I said. "I wish I didn't, but I do. "

"I know," he mumbled.

We lay there in silence for another minute, and I planted a few kisses across the back of his neck and shoulders, and then reached my hand into his shorts.

"What are you doing?" he murmured, smirking and rolling onto his back. I moved my leg over him so I was sitting up, astride him, and felt him grow in my hand.

"Making the most of the next five minutes before my alarm goes off," I answered cheekily, and he grinned as I leaned forward to kiss him. He pulled out a condom and handed it to me.

"Go on then, let's see what you can do in five minutes," he teased.

~~~~~~~~~~

Twenty minutes later I collapsed on top of Harry. I gave him a quick kiss, then eased myself off him and went into the ensuite, ignoring his protests. I showered and collected all my toiletries out of the bathroom before returning to the bedroom and throwing everything haphazardly into my case. I caught sight of the gift box containing the pendant I'd bought for Harry in the vintage shop, and felt suddenly shy giving it to him.

Harry dragged himself out of bed and into the ensuite and while he showered I quickly grabbed a pen and wrote the label on the gift box.

I'll miss you. Love, Jess xxx (I really wanted to write I love you but I chickened out.)

I made the bed and hid the small box under Harry's pillow, then quickly pulled on my black skinny jeans, pumps and a fitted tee. I was just pulling my hair into a ponytail when the bathroom door opened and Harry emerged through a cloud of steam, like something out of a movie.

"Do you have scriptwriters or something?" I muttered.

He threw me a confused look. "Huh?"

I shook my head. "Never mind. I think your driver is waiting outside."

"He's early," Harry mused, walking over to the window and peering out. "We've got ages yet."

He also put on black skinnies, along with a plain black tshirt and a pair of chelsea boots, and I threw the last few bits into my case. I could see Harry's Green Bay Packers hoodie draped over a chair, and although he had offered it to me earlier in the week I felt cheeky taking it, so it was with regret that I left it where it was. I zipped up my case and stood up.

"I'll carry your suitcase downstairs in a bit," he said, picking up a couple of empty glasses as we left the bedroom.

We sat at the breakfast bar and ate pancakes and drank tea, while Harry told me about what he had planned for the following week.

"What are you going to say if anyone asks about us?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Nothing, as usual. Why?"

"I was just wondering," I said. "What should I say if anyone asks me?"

"Say we're friends," he said. "We've never denied that, have we?"

"Ok," I said uncertainly.

"What's up?" he asked.

"No, nothing, I just... it's one thing saying we're friends when I thought that's all we were, but it's another thing saying it when we're so much more than that," I said, thinking out loud.

"Is that really all you thought we were?" Harry asked, smiling at me.

"Well... yeah," I said. "Obviously I wanted more, but I just didn't think you ever would..."

We were interrupted by the doorbell and I glanced at my watch and saw it was 8.55 am.

"That'll be the car. I'll grab your case," Harry said, jumping up and walking out of the kitchen.

I checked my bag for my passport, ticket, keys, iPod and phone, and waited at the bottom of the stairs for Harry. He seemed to take ages to appear with my case, and I watched him manoeuvre it down the stairs with difficulty. He opened the front door and the driver picked up my case and carried it to the car.

"Give us a minute," Harry called outside, before shutting the door again and turning to me in the hallway. "There are likely to be paps at the airport so we need to say goodbye properly here," he said. "If we don't want them getting wind of us then we need to avoid a long drawn out airport goodbye."

I snorted. "I'm not going to make a scene. I don't do tears in airports."

He smiled at me. "Now why doesn't that surprise me?"

I reached up and put my arms around his neck. "It doesn't mean I don't care."

"I hope not," he said, leaning down to kiss me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I care far more than you know, Harry," I whispered.

"So tell me, then," he whispered back, but I just shook my head and pressed my lips against his.

"Thank you for an absolutely amazing week," I said when we broke apart.

"Ditto," he smiled. "This place is going to seem very empty without you."

My whole life is going to seem very empty without you, I thought to myself.

"I'll speak to Modest later on today about us," he said. "I'll let you know what they say."

"Ok," I said. Then suddenly I grabbed my courage with both hands. "I lo..."

The doorbell rang shrilly, cutting me off and drowning out my words, and Harry reached around me to open it.

"We need to get going, H," said the driver.

"Yeah alright," Harry replied. He looked at me sadly. "You ready?"

My heart was hammering from my near admission, and my body was tingling with disappointment that he hadn't realised what I'd been about to say. I nodded at him and he gave me one more kiss and led me out to the car.

We reached the airport in under an hour, and as we pulled up outside, Harry gave me another kiss before we both slipped sunglasses on and jumped out onto the pavement. A bodyguard jumped out of the car behind us and accompanied us towards the terminal building, carrying my suitcase.

A handful of paparazzi caught sight of us and came running over, their cameras flashing, and we kept our heads down and carried on walking, ignoring their questions.

We slowed down as we got to the terminal doors, and I heard a pap shout, "Hey Harry! Taylor Swift says she's finally deleted your number now. Will you miss the hook ups?"

What the fuck?

My heart jolted and my eyes darted to Harry's face to gauge his reaction. His face dropped as he snapped his head up to look at the pap, before quickly recovering and dropping his gaze back to the floor and walking through the doors.

I quickened my pace to catch him up. "What did he mean by that, Harry?" I muttered, waiting for him to launch into a rant about the paparazzi making up lies about him as usual.

He didn't answer me, but made a beeline for the Virgin check-in desk, the paps following us a few feet behind.

"Harry?" I asked nervously, a bit louder.

"Can you stay back please," the bodyguard called to the paps, who were starting to piss me off. This only seemed to make their flashes go off faster.

We reached the Virgin counter where Harry finally stopped and turned to face me, and I saw the colour had drained from his cheeks. My heart began to pound, and not in its usual Harry-Styles way.

The bodyguard gave my bag to the girl behind the counter and I turned away from Harry, my palms sweating and my hands trembling. I showed her my passport and ticket and I barely heard her say I had been upgraded to first class.

I turned away from the desk and looked back at Harry, who swallowed hard and ran a hand nervously through his hair.

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked, hearing the tremor in my own voice.

"Look, let's go somewhere private - will you get your camera out of my face please!" Harry almost shouted over my shoulder, making me jump. It was the first time I'd ever heard him raise his voice like that.

"You heard him, back off," the bodyguard said, stepping between us and the paps, and holding his arms out wide as if he were trying to herd sheep.

Harry took my arm and led me through the terminal to a quiet corner by the departures gate. "Harry you're worrying me," I said, beginning to sound desperate.

He closed his eyes, his skin pale and clammy. "Look, I should have told you this sooner, but it really isn't important and I didn't want to ruin our time together..."

"What isn't important? What are you talking about?" My heart was pounding sickeningly.

He cleared his throat. "Ok, well, you know I dated Taylor Swift a couple of years ago..."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah." Of course I knew that. Didn't everyone?

"Well after it ended publicly, we sort of... carried on behind closed doors. On and off. You know. Inbetween relationships and stuff..."

The realisation of what he was saying finally dawned on me. "You've been hooking up with Taylor Swift?"

His eyes darted around the walls. "Um, yeah, I guess you could say that."

My heart dropped to the floor and I felt bile rise in my throat. "Oh my God."

"Look, I should have told you sooner but it's in the past and we haven't really talked about exes and stuff yet so it didn't seem right to bring it up out the blue."

"Oh so you didn't think it important to tell me you're still hooking up with your ex?" I choked.

"What? I'm not still hooking up with her now!" he half laughed.

A memory flashed through my mind from a couple of days ago. All of a sudden I could see myself standing in Harry's kitchen getting beers and Louis' voice filtering through the open doorway. "No more Swifty then?"

"Oh God," I choked. "Louis even mentioned it that night they stayed over... he asked you, and you... you said you didn't know..."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, his face still white.

"I heard you when I was in the kitchen," I whispered. "Louis asked you 'No more Swifty then?' and Liam said something about Calvin Harris and you said 'Dunno.' And then when I walked in you all stopped talking..."

A flash of recognition passed over Harry's face.

"You didn't say no," I said.

He fidgeted nervously. "What?"

"When Louis asked you, 'No more Swifty then?' you didn't say no. You said 'Dunno.'"

"What? No I didn't. I promise I'm not still hooking up with her. I haven't seen her in months."

"Then why the fuck is she saying she's only deleting your number now?!" I shouted, making Harry jump.

"I don't know. Because she wants attention. Because she wants to write another fucking song about me. I haven't a clue. I haven't spoken to her."

"I don't believe you. Look at your face, Harry. You look like a rabbit caught in the headlights. You look guilty as fuck."

"No I don't. I'm telling you the truth, Jess. I haven't seen Taylor in months and I won't be seeing her again. At least not like that."

"Bullshit," I snapped. "You went white as a sheet when that photographer asked you about her just then."

"Yes, because I realised I was going to have to tell you about it here, right before you leave, and I knew how it was going to sound. I promise I would have told you sooner if the conversation had come up, but it just never did. It's not still going on, I promise you." His eyes were pleading.

"Then why did Louis say that, if it wasn't still carrying on? And why didn't you tell him you're not seeing her anymore?"

Harry paused, presumably getting his story straight. "Louis asked if I'd be seeing her again, and Liam asked if she was with Calvin Harris. I said I didn't know to Liam, and shook my head at Louis. Jess, please believe me. I haven't seen her since long before Christmas and I've heard she is dating Calvin Harris but I don't know for sure. I am telling you the truth, I promise."

"I asked you. I asked you last night if there was anything else I needed to know, and you said no."

"I know," he said, rubbing his face. "I wanted to tell you then, but I didn't want to make a big deal out of it when it hasn't happened for ages. And I was scared you'd react like this. I chickened out. I'm sorry."

I began to laugh. "I am so stupid."

"What? No you're not, Jess. Why are you saying that?"

I fumbled in my bag for my ticket and passport, shaking my head at my own foolishness for believing he would ever have been interested in me. "I need to get the hell out of here," I said, looking around the building for where I needed to go.

Harry grabbed my arm. "Jess, don't go yet. I don't want to leave it like this. I understand you're upset that I didn't tell you but I promise I'm not still hooking up with her. I wouldn't do that to you." His eyes looked frightened and sincere. Damn he was a good actor.

I wrenched my arm from his grasp. "I told you I thought this was too good to be true. I told you I didn't think I was enough for you. Turns out I was right."

"You are everything to me," he murmured, staring deep into my eyes.

I was horrified to feel tears burning at the backs of my eyelids. I gritted my teeth and fought to get my emotions under control. I shook my head bitterly. I couldn't believe I'd been so stupid. My face was burning with humiliation at the memory of almost telling him I loved him before we left the house. Thank God I hadn't.

"Well I know you're not an advocate of long term relationships but this is a new record, even for you," I laughed. "What's it been, like 5 or 6 hours or something?"

"What do you mean?"

"You'd better hurry home, Harry, and change the sheets ready for your next hook up."

"Jess I told you I am not going to see anyone else. You are my girlfriend and I'm not going to be unfaithful. I'm not hooking up with anyone."

"You can do what you want Harry, just like you always have, because I'm not your girlfriend." His face dropped again but I carried on. "And to think... I almost told you I..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I'm going. Bye." I turned around and walked to the departure gate, tears spilling down my cheeks. So much for no tears at airports.

"What? What did you almost tell me? Jess!" he called.

"Let me go, Harry," I muttered without turning round.

"Wait! You can't leave like this! You can't just walk away from me!" he said, following me.

I ignored him and quickened my pace as I approached the end of the queue, but he grabbed my hand, forcing me to stop and turn round. Shock registered on his face as he saw I was crying.

"Jess... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to make you cry. I swear this isn't what you think it is. I haven't been playing you. I... I really really like you."

I snorted. "Sure you do. We both know this was nothing more than a bit of fun. For both of us. So thanks for a great time but let's not pretend we want anything more ok?" I had to salvage some dignity out of all of this.

Harry looked even more shocked. "It was never just a bit of fun for me."

"Well it was for me," I said, shrugging, wiping the tears off my cheeks and staring at him defiantly. "And I got to meet One Direction. It was brilliant. Every fan's fucking dream. So thanks." I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and checked I still had my passport and tickets and hadn't thrown them at Harry's head or something. "Don't call me, I'll call you."

I looked up at his face and saw his hurt expression. I felt bad for throwing the One Direction jibe in there but it was clear he'd get over it. He was probably waiting for me to stop making a scene so he could get back in his flash car and text Swifty. I felt sick at the thought.

"What did you almost tell me?" he asked again.

"Nothing," I said. "It doesn't matter now."

"Because if it's what I think it is, I want you to say it anyway."

"I can't remember," I lied. "It was nothing important. Probably something like I've been shagging my ex without telling you. Except I haven't. But apparently these things can easily slip your mind." I needed to stop. I was sounding like a bitter brat.

"For the last time, I haven't done anything behind your back," he said, closing his eyes.

"Whatever. I'm going now, I have a plane to catch. Bye."

"Don't walk away from me Jess."

I joined the queue and he followed me alongside the barriers. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry's bodyguard arguing with the paps and was happy to see they weren't taking pictures.

"Jess," he said, as I reached the doorway. I ignored him and showed my ticket to the attendant.

"Jess!" he said again, more frantically this time, with the air of someone who couldn't believe he'd lost control of the situation. "JESS! Don't leave. Please!"

I looked up at him one last time, at his beautiful face, feeling fresh tears course down my cheeks. His eyes were wild and he was holding the barriers with both hands, staring at me with his mouth open. I couldn't believe it was ending like this. I felt as though I could literally feel my heart breaking.

"Jess," he pleaded.

I turned away and walked through the gate into departures and out of Harry Styles' life.