A small moan escaped my lips, and I felt Harry tighten his arm around my waist. I had to fight back tears - the emotion I'd been holding back since he'd appeared at my bedroom door was beginning to surface and I really didn't want to cry in front of him, even though they were tears of happiness and relief.

He suddenly pulled away and gave a deep sigh, before loosening my arms around his neck. I looked at him questioningly.

"We need to cool it down," he said. "I promised your brother."

"Oh come on!" I said in disbelief. "I'm putting my heart and soul into this kiss and you're thinking about my brother?!"

He laughed. "Not like that. But your parents are in the next room and I don't want them to walk in and think I'm taking advantage of you."

I let my arms fall to my sides, a feeling of frustration creeping over me. "I don't know how you can just flick a switch and turn it off like that."

He let his head drop to the side and gave me an exasperated look. "Are you kidding me?" He grabbed my hand and pressed it to his crotch and I felt something long and hard in his jeans. "That's what you do to me," he breathed as I squeezed the bulge gently and he closed his eyes.

He swatted my hand away and grabbed me round the waist again and thrust his hips hard against mine, smirking. "But until we've got some privacy I'm on best behaviour. Sorry."

I groaned and closed my eyes, and let my forehead fall forward onto his chest. "Can we go to a hotel then?"

He chuckled. "And how's that going to look to your dad and your brother?"

"Like I can't keep my hands off you," I mumbled into his shirt.

"Exactly," he said, kissing the top of my head. "We've been apart for weeks. Another 24 hours won't make any difference."

"Ugh. I don't like sensible Harry," I complained. "He's no fun. I want playful Harry back."

The door to the conservatory opened before Harry could respond and my mum stuck her head in. "Do you want a cup of tea, you two?"

"That would be lovely, thank you," Harry answered.

"Come and join us in the lounge?" my mum suggested, beaming.

"Yeah, in a sec," I replied, and she disappeared back into the kitchen.

"Your family are very welcoming," Harry said.

"Wait til Maddie wants a selfie," I remarked. "You might change your mind."

"I don't think I will," he smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Come on. I need to make a good impression."

"I think you already did that," I said, dragging my feet as Harry opened the conservatory door and we walked into the kitchen where my mum was pouring hot water from the kettle into the teapot.

"Go on through," she beamed at us. "I'll bring the cups through in a minute. Your dad's in there reading the paper."

We walked through into the lounge where my dad was sitting in his usual armchair reading the Daily Mail, the tv on quietly in the background.

"Scandalous," he said as I sat down on the two seater sofa and pulled Harry down next to me.

"What is?" I asked.

"Government spending," he huffed. "All this money wasted on better prison facilities, but do you know the traffic lights on the A14 have been on the blink since Tuesday?"

I threw Harry an apologetic look and he smiled back.

"Have they?" I said to my dad.

"Yes," he nodded seriously. "They're letting about three cars through at a time before they change. It's causing chaos at rush hour. Cars queueing all the way back to the Bull and Dog pub. I called the council about it on Thursday morning but they've not done a thing about it."

I closed my eyes. "Oh God, Dad, you didn't."

He lowered his paper and looked at me over the top of his glasses. "Jessica if no one reports these things nothing will ever get done."

"You said nothing's been done anyway," I pointed out.

"I might write a letter to the local paper," he mused.

"Please don't," I begged. "Maddie would never forgive you. I don't think her friends would forget a 'Disgruntled of Ashbury Drive' in a hurry."

My mum appeared in the doorway carrying a tray of tea.

"Mum, don't let him complain to the papers about the traffic lights on the A14," I whined.

"Oh Alan you're not still going on about that are you?" my mum scolded. "You don't even drive that way to work anymore so it doesn't even affect you."

"It affects hundreds of other commuters," my dad argued.

"So let them complain!" my mum said, looking exasperated. "Jess and Harry don't want to hear about it."

There was silence as she began to pour the tea.

"I see teen pregnancy is on the rise again," my dad remarked after a moment, turning the page of his paper.

"Ohhh Dad!" I scolded. Why was he being so inappropriate?

"Alan!" my mum sighed, handing Harry his tea and disappearing into the kitchen for the sugar.

"What?" he protested. "Current affairs affect everyone."

"The teenage pregnancy rate doesn't affect me!" I said.

There was more silence. Harry and I exchanged suppressed grins.

"I hope you two are being careful," my dad said from behind his paper.

"Oh my God!" I spluttered, and Harry choked on his tea.

"You are my daughter, Jessica, I have every right to be concerned," my dad said, sternly.

Harry was now staring at me, horrified, and I was staring back cluelessly. "Yes!" I muttered.

"Yes what?" my dad asked, lowering his paper again.

"Yes we're being careful," I mumbled, staring at the floor, my face on fire.

"Careful with what?" my mum asked, appearing back through the door.

"Oh jeez," I said, hiding my face in the sleeves of my hoodie. I didn't dare look at Harry.

"I was just checking Jess and Harry are being responsible," my dad explained.

"Oh for goodness' sake stop embarrassing them!" my mum said.

"It's fine, Mrs Bradshaw," Harry's voice suddenly piped up from next to me. "I want you both to know I take my relationship with Jess very seriously and I would never do anything to jeopardise that, or compromise it in any way. And I would never take any risks that would potentially have serious consequences for either of us."

Not strictly true, I thought to myself, remembering the incident in the pool in LA, which thankfully hadn't had any unwanted repercussions. Which I'd known at the time anyway, but was still a relief to have confirmed.

I risked a peek at Harry and saw he was looking directly at my dad with a serious expression.

There was a momentary pause, before my dad said, "Good," and disappeared back behind his paper. "The spare room is very comfy," he added.

"I'm sure it is," Harry said sincerely. "I really appreciate your hospitality."

"Don't be silly!" my mum giggled. "And there's no need to be so formal! The bed's all made up in there for you Harry. Help yourself to anything you need."

"Thank you," Harry smiled.

"I have supersonic hearing," my dad's voice came from behind the paper.

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. Harry threw the briefest of smirks in my direction and looked down at the floor.

"Funny how that supersonic hearing seems to fail when I want the back door painting," my mum remarked, winking at me and Harry.

My dad cleared his throat, rustled his paper and said nothing. Harry grinned at me and I allowed myself to smile.

My parents went to bed around 11, but Harry and I stayed up until gone 1am talking quietly. Eventually we were both yawning every couple of minutes and I was forced to disentangle our limbs and drag myself up to show Harry to the spare room. He dumped his bag in there and I went into my room to get changed. I was thankful I hadn't packed any of my One Direction t-shirts to sleep in - I can only blame my broken heart for that. I quickly changed into my vest top and shorts and joined Harry in the bathroom. He was wearing tight black boxers and a plain white tee.

"Hey there Delilah," I said as I squeezed toothpaste onto my toothbrush and he grinned and did the same.

After we'd finished I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He squeezed my bum and it was enough to make me press myself against him as I felt the familiar ache of desire. "Jess," he whispered warningly after a minute, and I felt the hardness in his boxers digging into my hip.

"Come on, Harry," I wheedled. "You're killing me looking like that." I stroked his back with my fingers as we kissed, and felt goosebumps break out across his skin.

"You're driving me crazy," he whispered. "We need to stop this. Your dad will kill me."

"I know, I know," I sighed, pulling away. I opened the bathroom door just as my dad opened the door to my parents' room and peered out at us. I swear he can hear spiders scuttling in next door's loft.

I walked along the hall and stopped outside the spare room, and held out my hand to Harry. "Goodnight, Harry," I said, formally.

"Goodnight, Jessica," he replied equally as formally, and shook my hand. I rolled my eyes at him and walked across the hall to my room, stepping over the squeaky floorboard. I shut the door behind me and flopped on the bed feeling frustrated in every possible way.

This was ridiculous. I was 22 years old and was being treated like an underage schoolkid. I glanced at the clock. 1.24am. I wasn't in the slightest bit tired now, even though minutes ago I'd been yawning my head off.

I got into bed and lay there for about 10 minutes staring up at the ceiling. I picked up my phone and scrolled through Twitter. There was nothing of interest as I still wasn't following any 1D Update accounts. I half thought about finding a few to follow but decided I'd better speak to Harry before I did anything like that. I guessed this is what it would be like from now on - having to consult someone before doing anything 1D related.

I sighed. This wasn't taking my mind off the fact that Harry was about thirty feet away, wearing only boxers and a t-shirt, probably still with something exciting in his shorts.

I rolled over and hit the pillow with my fist in frustration. Feeling reckless I picked up my phone again and typed a new tweet.

@jessie_braddy: If this room was burning I wouldn't even notice #LittleWhiteLies

So much for consulting someone first. I sent the tweet and threw my phone onto my bedside table. It buzzed immediately and I wondered if I'd broken it by throwing it harder than I intended. My heart began to pound as I picked it up and saw the screen.

1 new message from Harry Styles.

I quickly opened it.

From: Harry Styles: Wtf? xxxx

I smirked. He couldn't be cross - he never put kisses when he was pissed off.

To: Harry Styles: What? xx

From: Harry Styles: What do you mean, what? Your tweet! I am so hard for you right now xxx

I almost dropped my phone, and gasped, which resulted in a coughing fit. Jesus Christ. Why was he doing this? He had made his feelings quite clear about not doing anything to piss off Calvin. And my dad genuinely did have supersonic hearing - he'd just proved that when we came up to bed.

Fuck it. YOLO.

I suddenly came up with a brilliant idea...