My alarm vibrated at 5.45 the following morning and I switched it off instantly. Harry stirred beside me and opened one eye.

"I have to go back to my own bed," I whispered.

"Mmmm," he mumbled, and pulled me close against him. I lay there for a minute until I felt my eyelids getting heavy again, and then quickly sat up.

Harry sat up too and rubbed one eye sleepily with the heel of his hand. He looked absolutely adorable. He smiled at me and I kissed him before sliding out of the bed and standing up to pull my vest and shorts back on. He pushed the covers back and I unashamedly stared at him as he pulled his boxers on and stood up next to me.

He grinned at me. "Enjoy your eyeful?" he teased in a whisper.

"Definitely," I nodded. We crept to the door and just as I reached for the handle Harry grabbed my hand.

"You're amazing," he whispered, shyly.

My heart skipped a beat and my stomach flipped. "You're more amazing," I whispered back.

"Yeah, I am, aren't I," he teased and I grinned and pretended to be affronted.

I silently opened the door and peeped into the hallway. The coast was clear and I could hear my dad snoring in my parents' room. I turned and smiled at Harry and he put his arm around me and kissed me on the lips.

We broke apart and out of the corner of my eye I saw Calvin's bedroom door open. Calvin appeared in the doorway and his eyes met mine. He froze. I felt Harry stiffen and my heart dropped.

Calvin's eyes widened at the same time a pretty brunette appeared in the doorway behind him and stepped out of his room wearing last night's clothes. For a second no one spoke. The brunette looked at me, then her eyes flicked to Harry. Her mouth dropped open.

"Oh my G...," she began.

"Shhh!" Calvin, Harry and I hissed.

She continued to stare open-mouthed at Harry. Calvin's face wore a murderous expression, but I knew he couldn't make a scene for fear of waking my parents and exposing his one night stand.

I felt a smug grin forming on my lips as I gave Harry a quick kiss and stepped into the hall. "It's not what it looks like," I lied to Calvin in a whisper. "I just woke up to go to the loo and I peeked in on Harry. No funny business."

"Oh my God it really is Harry Styles," the girl said.

"Hi," Harry said uncomfortably, giving a small, awkward wave.

"I'll see you in a bit, Squidge," I whispered and hopped over the creaky floorboard to my bedroom door before anyone could reply.

Harry disappeared into his room and Calvin ushered his conquest along the hall, stepping heavily on the creaky floorboard in the process. As it groaned I dived into my room and shut the door silently behind me. I quickly threw the blonde doll and the towels under the bed and shuffled under the covers, my heart pounding. I had no idea if Calvin had swallowed the lie but at least he hadn't been able to make a scene.

I heard him coming back up the stairs and listened as he went straight to his room and shut the door. I breathed a sigh of relief and closed my eyes, and sleep quickly engulfed me.

When I woke again it was gone 8.30 and I could hear the sounds of my parents pottering around downstairs. I laid there for a bit, thinking about the past 24 hours and how much had happened. I thought back to what Harry had started to say earlier that had been cut off by the squidgy bum comment. Had he... had he been about to say the L word? My heart pounded at the thought of it, and nervous butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

Maybe I should bite the bullet and say it first.

I felt sick at the thought. Even after our heart to heart yesterday I was still terrified of laying that one on the line. What if he wasn't there yet? It was still early days. And I had an extra two years' worth of feelings on him.

But he's taking you to meet his family, my subconscious reminded me.

Oh, you again, I sneered at it. You're never any help.

I let my mind wander to the day's plans, and more butterflies awoke at the thought of meeting Harry's mum and sister. I wasn't sure who I was most terrified of. Normally I would have said his mum, but after what I'd done at the Big Weekend I was more afraid Gemma would hate me for playing stupid childish games and hurting Harry. I started to feel sick with nerves, and began to fidget in bed. After a few minutes of tossing and turning I climbed out of bed and walked down the hall to the spare room. I knocked on the door and peeped in. Harry rolled over sleepily to face me, and smiled when he saw me. 

"Hi," I said softly.

"Hey, baby," he said huskily, and my heart skipped a beat.

"I'm just going for a shower," I said. "What time did you want to go to your mum's?"

"Whenever," he said, rubbing his eyes. "We can leave mid morning if you like?"

"Have you told them I'm coming with you?" I asked awkwardly.

"No, but they knew I was trying to find you to sort things out, and that I would bring you with me if we did."

"Oh," I said. My nerves were increasing with every word. "OK. Well I'll come and get you when I'm finished in the bathroom."

I quickly walked into the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the loo seat, trying not to throw up. So Harry's family knew I had ended things with him, and knew he had flown all the way back from LA for me. Whether or not his mum knew about me kissing Gary was unclear, but Gemma would certainly know, and would more than likely have told her mum. Oh God. They were going to think I was an immature, attention-seeking bitch who didn't think twice about hurting Harry. Christ. This was horrendous.

I got in the shower and washed my hair, trying to rationalise everything but only succeeded in thinking up worst case scenarios, all of which ended with his family hating me.

I knew how important Harry's mum and sister were to him. It meant everything to me to make a good impression.

I switched the water off, stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I pulled a clean towel out of the airing cupboard for Harry, and walked back along the corridor to the spare room and stuck my head in the door. Harry was just finishing a conversation on the phone and he was smiling. He ended the call as he saw me and grinned at me, before looking me up and down.

"You look sexy in a towel with wet hair," he said.

"Are you taking the piss?" I demanded. "I look a state!" I laid his towel on top of the dresser.

"You definitely don't," he said, getting up off the bed and walking over to me. He slipped his arm around me and pulled me against him and pushed the door shut behind us.

I melted into his arms as he kissed me, and he pushed me up against the door. I lifted my arms slightly, letting the towel slip and he gave a murmur of appreciation as he pressed himself up against me.

We kissed for a moment before common sense took over and I pushed him back.

"We should stop," I whispered.

"Now who's being noble," he murmured, leaning forward again and kissing my neck.

"Hardly," I retorted. "If it was up to me I'd do you on the bed right now."

Harry inhaled sharply and snapped his head up to look at me. "Jesus Christ, Jess, what's got into you?"

I grinned at him. "Sorry. I'm just saying what I'm thinking. No filter."

"I like it," he murmured, smirking, his face inches from mine. I looked into his eyes and felt desire shoot through me again.

"Stop it," I whispered. I held his gaze for a moment and then took a deep breath and cleared my throat, pushing him back again and bending to grab the towel that was now on the floor at my feet.

He smirked again and stepped back as I wrapped the towel back around my body.

"So I told my mum I'm bringing you with me," he said. "She's really looking forward to meeting you."

"Great," I said, feeling sick again. "I'll just go and get dressed. There's a towel there on the dresser for you." I turned to leave and then a thought struck me. "Oh my God what am I going to wear? I've only got a couple of outfits with me that I brought for the Big Weekend and it's not what I would want to wear to meet your family!"

"You could wear a bin bag and look amazing," he said, averting his gaze.

"Thanks," I said smiling softly. "But that doesn't actually help."

He rolled his eyes. "Women," he muttered.

I swatted him playfully and darted out of the spare room to my bedroom to check out the clothes situation. As I suspected - not good. I had a clean pair of leggings, a pair of skinny jeans and a choice of 2 tops. I tried everything on and settled on the jeans and a loose silk cami. I dried my hair while Harry had a shower and then swung by the spare room to get him. He was wearing black skinnies and a tight grey tshirt, and of course looked incredible.

We went downstairs and into the kitchen where Maddie was hovering nervously, and she blushed when Harry walked in. My mum was making tea and toast, and we sat down at the breakfast bar and helped ourselves to cereal.

"Was the spare bed comfy?" my mum asked Harry.

"Yes fine, thanks," he replied.

Calvin entered the kitchen and glared at Harry.

"Nice night?" I asked him sweetly, and his eyes darted to me.

"Fine thanks," he said through gritted teeth, as my dad walked into the kitchen.

"How was the spare bed, Harry?" my dad asked, sitting down opposite us at the breakfast bar.

"It was fine thanks," Harry replied, nervously.

"It's a bit creaky isn't it," my dad said. "I heard you tossing and turning around 2am. I hope it wasn't too uncomfortable."

Oh. My. God.

My stomach lurched sickeningly and I kept my gaze fixed on my cornflakes while Harry fidgeted next to me and cleared his throat nervously. "No, it was fine," he said, his voice sounding a bit strangled.

Calvin was watching me with narrowed eyes and I fought to keep my hands from shaking as I lifted my cereal spoon to my mouth.

"Speaking of 2am, I heard you roll in around then," my dad said, turning to Calvin. "Did you have company? I thought I heard a female voice?"

I breathed a sigh of relief as the heat was taken off me and Harry, and lifted my head to watch Calvin squirm. 

It was Calvin's turn to look horrified. "Errr, nope, it was just me," he said uncertainly. 

My dad raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? You know how I feel about things like that being conducted under my roof."

"No no, I was definitely alone," Calvin stammered.

"Yeah, he was," Harry said suddenly and everyone turned to look at him. "I couldn't get to sleep," he continued. "I got up to go to the bathroom about 2 o'clock and almost bumped into Calvin in the hallway. Didn't I?" he said, looking directly at Calvin who was gaping at him.

"Err, yeah," Calvin said, catching on. "I'd, er, just got home. I was a bit drunk though. Sorry if I was noisy."

"No worries," Harry said smoothly, and carried on eating his cereal. 

I glanced at Calvin, who shot Harry a grateful half-smile and put his head back down. My dad drained the last of his tea and stood up, picking up his car keys from the breakfast bar. "I'm going to the Tesco Express for a paper," he said. "Anyone want anything?"

Nobody did, and he disappeared out of the kitchen, then returned almost immediately. "Harry, is that your car parked outside? There are about seven or eight girls hanging around staring at it, and it's partly over the end of our driveway."

I snapped my head up and immediately looked at Maddie. "Did you tell your friends Harry was here?" I demanded.

"No!" she said, looking at us wide-eyed. "I swear! Only Phoebe knows and I'm sure she wouldn't have told anyone else! She's not like that!"

"Well no one else knows he's here...." I trailed off and looked at Calvin who had lifted his head to stare at me in horror. 

"I promise!" Maddie said, looking upset.

"It's fine," Harry smiled. "We believe you."

"Would you mind moving it?" my dad asked. "I can't get my car out until you do."

"Sure," Harry replied. He stood up and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. Then he held them out to me, looking uncomfortable. "Would you move it? If I go out there I'll get mobbed, and it'll be all over Twitter in seconds."

I stared at Harry for a second. "Um, sure," I said. "Dad, can I put it in the garage until we leave for Holmes Chapel?"

Harry smirked. My dad nodded.

I took the keys from Harry and looked at them, then threw him a confused look. "Audi?" I questioned. "Where's your Range Rover?"

"I took the Audi for a change," he said, still smirking. "I thought the number plate would be less recognisable, but clearly not."

I followed my dad outside and walked down the drive towards the black Audi R8 parked on the pavement, partially blocking the gate. My dad was right, there was a handful of girls waiting by the car and they began squealing when they saw me and my dad. 

"Where's Harry?!" one of them called as I approached them.

"Who?" I said.

"Harry! Harry Styles!" they giggled.

"What?" I said, playing dumb.

"This is Harry Styles' car!" a tall blonde girl said. She looked about 17.

"I don't think so," I laughed. "It's mine." I held up the keys for them to see and blipped it open.

"It's Harry's number plate," a small redhead protested.

"Sorry to disappoint you," I smiled and slid into the driver's seat and shut the door. I drew a shaky breath as I looked around the inside of the car, wondering how to switch on the ignition. When I finally figured it out the engine roared to life, making me jump. I nervously put the car in reverse and slowly backed it up along the pavement, clearing space for my dad to drive his car out. The girls stayed where they were, watching me, which only added to the pressure. I wasn't sure how attached Harry was to his car but I was certain he wouldn't be happy with me if I scratched it.

After my dad drove his car out of the garage, I put the Audi back into gear and slowly eased it forward and up the driveway, my heart pounding, praying I wouldn't stall it. I managed to get it into the garage and as I got out I saw a couple of the girls taking pictures of me on their phones.

"You're Jess aren't you!" the small redhead squealed. "You're the one who's been pictured with Harry! Are you his girlfriend? Is he here now?!" 

I put my head down and darted back into the house, pressing the button on the garage remote to close the door, hiding the car from view. I shut the front door behind me and saw Harry grinning at me in the doorway of the kitchen, and my heart lurched at the sight of him. It was a full-on Harry Styles moment and I couldn't help but take a deep breath as I looked at him standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking amazing.

"Oh my God, it's Harry Styles!" I squealed, jumping up and down, and he laughed. 

"Is that what they said?" he asked, grinning at my excitement.

I rolled my eyes, trying to control my giddiness. "No," I said. "It's what I'm saying. I'm having a Harry Styles moment, so I'm fangirling. It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

He laughed and came over to me, and wrapped his arms around me. "Is this a preview of how you're going to behave at our concert next week?" 

"You mean the one in twelve days?" I said, trying to keep my voice level but failing. I stamped my feet excitedly and he laughed harder. "Magnify this by a thousand and you might be on the right track," I told him. "I think you're going to regret wanting to see Jess the Directioner."

"Of course I won't," he chuckled, pulling me tighter against him. 

"Wait until you see me fully in action before you make sweeping statements like that," I teased.

My mum walked past us and smiled affectionately, and disappeared upstairs. Calvin came into view in the kitchen doorway and cleared his throat. Harry and I turned to look at him and Harry quickly stepped away from me.

"Been rifling through my pockets recently?" Calvin asked me, folding his arms across his chest.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Let's just say there was something in the pocket of my jeans that I needed last night, and when I came to get it, it wasn't there," he said.

Realisation began to dawn on me - the condom. I kept my face impassive.

"I don't know what you're going on about," I said, wrinkling my nose at him.

"There was a condom in the pocket of my jeans," he hissed. "But somehow, between me leaving the house at 8pm and returning at 2am, it miraculously disappeared!"

"So?" I snapped.

"So where did it go?" 

"How should I know?!" I asked, lifting my hands up. "Don't look at me - we were forced to sleep in separate rooms."

"You were coming out of the spare room at 6am!" Calvin said in a harsh whisper.

"Yes, and I told you why," I said, arching my eyebrow at him. "It's your fault for not checking on me last night when you got in. If you had, you'd know I was in my own bed."

"I did," Calvin said, shifting awkwardly.

"So then you know I was in my room!" I exclaimed. "It wasn't a fucking optical illusion! Don't judge everyone by your own standards! And while we're on the subject, your little friend has blabbed about Harry being at our house! Thanks for that!"

"I told her not to," Calvin said, looking at the floor like a naughty schoolboy in trouble.

"Well she obviously didn't listen," I snapped. "And Harry covered for you and your little indiscretion this morning! I think you owe him."

"Yeah thanks, man," Calvin muttered, still not looking at us. "Appreciate that."

"It's fine," Harry said.

"So lay off, Calvin," I whispered as my mum came back down the stairs.

Calvin looked up at Harry and they stared at each other for a moment, before Calvin gave him a brief nod and Harry smiled softly.

"So your night was unsuccessful then?" I teased Calvin once my mum was out of earshot.

"Hardly," he scoffed. "She was very eager to please, if you get what I mean." 

"Ugh, Calvin!" I scolded, thumping him in the chest. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry smirk and Calvin smirk back. Great. As if my brother and my boyfriend were bonding over Calvin's sex life.

My brother and my boyfriend. My boyfriend. Hmmm. My boyfriend, Harry Styles, I thought to myself. Yes, that definitely had a ring to it.

~~~~~~~~

My dad arrived back with his paper and my mum made a pot of tea and we sat in the lounge making awkward conversation. The girls were still hovering outside the house and eventually we came to the conclusion they weren't going anywhere in a hurry, so we decided to bite the bullet and make a quick getaway.

As we would be staying the night at Harry's mum's house I went upstairs and put all my stuff in my overnight bag and looked around for my phone. I hadn't seen it for a while, and it probably needed charging. Hopefully I could plug it into the car on the way to Holmes Chapel. My stomach flipped over again.

I took my bag downstairs and dumped it by the front door, then picked up the home phone and dialled my mobile number. I heard it start to ring and I followed the sound up the stairs and realised it was coming from the spare room. I suddenly remembered I'd used it for the alarm that morning, and quickly hung up in case Calvin heard it ringing and put two and two together.

I walked along the hall and stuck my head in the spare room where Harry was sitting on the bed next to his overnight bag, holding my phone.

"I've been looking for that," I smiled, holding my hand out, but Harry didn't look up or smile back. "What's up?" I asked.

He lifted his gaze to mine and his expression was hard and serious. "Who's Adam Plan B?"