I woke up the following morning to Harry pressed up behind me, softly kissing my neck. I lay there with my eyes closed, enjoying the softness of his lips on my skin. He slid his arm around my waist and I felt him poke my back with something that had definitely not been there a few minutes earlier.

"Harry," I murmured, and I felt his hand creep up the front of my vest top. "Someone might walk in," I protested.

"No one will walk in," he whispered, and I closed my eyes again and let his hands do as they pleased.

When he reached into his bedside drawer for a condom I started to roll over to face him but he stopped me. "Stay where you are," he murmured, and the sound of his first-thing-in-the-morning voice sent a shiver down my spine. I stayed facing away from him and a minute later I felt him slowly push into me and I buried my face in the pillow. He was hitting just the right spot, and when I felt his hand slip between my legs I lost control and bit down on my own thumb in an attempt to keep quiet. A few thrusts later he stiffened and groaned softly into my neck, pulling me tightly back against his chest as he finished.

I could feel his heart thumping as he breathed deeply into my hair, and I found his hand under the covers with mine and twisted my fingers into his.

"I don't think I will ever get tired of doing that with you," he said softly.

"I should hope not," I teased, and turned my head so I could kiss him.

"I mean it," he said.

"So do I," I replied, and he rolled his eyes and laid his head down on the pillow beside me.

I squeezed his hand. "Sorry I can't be serious when you want me to be," I said. "I think it's an illness or something."

He chuckled softly and I felt his hot breath on my neck. "I'll get over it."

"You shouldn't have to," I sighed. "I'm a dick. I'm sorry."

He squeezed my hand back. "You're not, don't be silly."

I brought our interlocked hands up out of the bed and lifted his fingers to my lips and kissed them, before holding them out in front of my face and studying his hands.

"You have really sexy hands," I remarked.

"Do I?" he said, sounding confused.

"Yes," I nodded. "Not that that should come as a surprise, considering everything about you is sexy."

"Shut up," he said in an embarrassed voice.

"Oh my God are you serious?" I mocked. "Don't pretend you don't know."

"I know what people say, but I don't get it," he said into my hair, his voice shy and muffled.

"Course not," I said, rolling my eyes. "Cos you didn't have a clue what you were doing last night, giving me those intense looks that near enough made me collapse." I lifted our hands up in front of my face again and gently played with his fingers, softly stroking them with mine.

"Yeah I know that works on you," he said. "You're my girlfriend - I'd be worried if it didn't."

I turned my head to look at him. "No one else has ever had this sort of effect on me," I said. "This isn't normal. Well, maybe for you it is. The Harry Styles effect. But it's not for me. I shouldn't be reduced to a quivering wreck every time you look at me."

"But you are?"

"Harry - you got me to beg for it last night," I stated. "What more proof do you need?"

He smirked at me and I turned my head back round and laid on the pillow again.

"That's enough now," I said. "I'm not stroking your ego any more today."

"You could stroke something else instead," he said in a sultry tone and I turned around and pulled a face at him.

"You can't be serious. Is that even possible right now?"

"Give it five minutes," he nodded, and I kicked him under the covers, making him laugh.

"You have the same effect on me," he said suddenly, shyly.

"What effect? The Harry Styles effect?"

He sighed. "I'm not calling it that. But if you mean the heart beating fast, butterflies thing, yeah."

I didn't say anything to that. Instead I just smiled broadly, knowing he could see my face, and I knew without looking at him that he was smiling too.

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We all went for a walk along the River Dane before lunch. I borrowed a spare pair of walking boots from Gemma and Harry wore a hoodie with the hood pulled up and his hair off his face in a mun, trying to go incognito. It worked for the most part, and we were able to stroll along the riverbank, Harry's hand in mine. There weren't many people around, considering it was a bank holiday and the weather was fairly nice, and every time we caught sight of someone in the distance we would casually let go of each other's hands and walk a few feet apart until they had passed (or taken a photo), when Harry would gravitate back towards me and reach for my hand again.

It was the best feeling in the world being able to walk around, hand in hand, doing couple-y things. It wasn't hard to see why Harry loved this part of the world so much. Not only did it define normality, and allow him to blend into the background and be a regular 21 year old, it was also incredibly beautiful and peaceful.

Harry suddenly pulled me by the hand away from the others and up a grassy verge.

"Where are we going?" I asked, but he didn't answer and just jogged on ahead. I followed him, and after a few metres he stopped and turned around and smiled at me.

"The view from here is beautiful," he said, holding his hand out and pulling me the last couple of feet and into his arms. He turned me around and I looked in the same direction he was looking. He was right. The fields rolled into infinity and sunbeams danced and sparkled on the gently flowing stream. There were a couple of fluffy white clouds in the sky but apart from those it was a brilliant cornflower blue. It was breathtaking.

I felt Harry step back from me and I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I turned to look at him, just as I heard a camera click and realised he had just taken a photo of me on his phone. I smiled softly.

He suddenly gave a small, sharp intake of breath and his eyes flicked from his phone to my face, his expression unreadable.

"What?" I asked.

He swallowed hard. "Nothing," he said.

"You're giving me a weird look."

"No I'm not."

"You are!" I laughed.

I reached for his hand but he pulled me into his arms and crushed me against his chest. Through his hoodie I could feel his heart jumping heavily against his ribcage. I looked up into his serious face and he met my eyes with his, then curled his hand around the back of my neck and pressed his lips onto mine, softly at first but then harder and with more passion. I put my hands on his shoulders as the ferocity of my heartbeat began to match Harry's.

He broke away from me and rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard. After a few seconds he lifted his head and kissed me softly on the lips. "Jess..." He looked into my eyes and I returned his gaze.

"Get a room!" Gemma shouted and I jumped and turned around to see her walking towards us. Harry's arms flopped to his sides and he sighed. "The view's beautiful over here isn't it," she said.

"It's incredible," I agreed, looking back towards the horizon again. After a moment I looked back at Harry and caught him looking sternly at Gemma. Gemma's face was filled with confusion.

I knew how she felt. What the hell was going on?

"We're heading back now," she said, her eyes searching Harry's face. "Mum wants to start dinner as we're eating early."

"OK," he said casually, and slipped his hand into mine as we began to walk back down the grass verge towards Anne and Robin. Gemma's eyes darted to me briefly and then back to Harry, before she shoved her hands in her pockets in a gesture that was so reminiscent of her younger brother.

As we were on our way back, I caught sight of a family up ahead, walking towards us, and I dropped Harry's hand and hung back a bit to walk next to Gemma. As the family neared us I heard a squeal and a young-sounding female voice say "Harry Styles!" followed by "OH MY GOD IT'S GEMMA AS WELL!" I waited to the side, next to Robin, while the girl got pictures with Harry, Gemma and Anne. She thanked them tearfully before walking off with her family.

"She was definitely more excited about meeting me than you," Gemma teased Harry once we were out of earshot.

"Dream on," Harry retorted.

"To be fair, I think I would have been too," I joked. "If I'd bumped into Harry Styles while out walking my dog, and realised his mum and sister were there too I probably would have fainted or something."

Harry laughed delightedly. "Would you have asked for a selfie?"

"Weren't you listening?" I demanded. "I would have fainted. I wouldn't have been able to speak."

Everyone laughed at this.

"Why don't you ask for a selfie with Gemma now?" Harry teased.

I rolled my eyes. "Get lost, Harry."

"Maybe I want a selfie with Jess," Gemma shot at Harry. "Maybe I want to mark the occasion that someone's finally agreed to go out with you, despite your over-inflated ego and embarrassing sense of humour. And abominable dress sense and bad hair."

"Oooooh," Harry laughed, clutching at his chest with both hands. "Right through the heart!"

Gemma grinned and pulled her phone out. Oh my God - was she actually going to take a selfie with me? She held up the phone in front of her and we leaned our heads together and smiled, and she snapped the picture. After I moved away, I stuck my tongue out at Harry and he chuckled at me.

"What's your number? I'll send it to you," Gemma said.

I told her, and a minute later my phone pinged.

"Don't post it on Twitter," Harry said suddenly, frowning at her.

She rolled her eyes at him again. "As if you've just told me that. I am familiar with your famous life, you know." She grinned at me. "I'll post it on Facebook instead."

Harry whipped his head around and stared at her.

"OH MY GOD I'M JOKING," she said dramatically and I laughed. "You need more chill," she muttered to Harry, and he fell back into step beside me and linked his fingers with mine again.

"Stop bickering, you two," Anne said affectionately.

"Yeah, you sound like me and Calvin," I said, looking up at Harry.

"You and Calvin put me and Gemma to shame!" Harry exclaimed. "You two fight like cat and dog!"

We reached the car and I slid into the backseat, in between Gemma and Harry. Harry stretched his arm across the backseat and I leaned slightly into his chest and he kissed the top of my head.

"We should go for coffee or something," Gemma suggested. "When you're back in London."

"Sure," Harry said, staring out of the window as we drove off.

"I wasn't talking to you," Gemma said. "I was talking to Jess."

Harry and I both turned to look at her. "Yeah definitely," I said, trying to control my grin.

"What about me?" Harry asked.

"You'll be busy zooming around the world in your private jet, swishing your hair," Gemma said, and I laughed. I would need to learn to be cool if I was going to hang out with Harry's sister. I could not allow myself to fangirl over her, too. How embarrassing.

"I'll text you," Gemma said to me.

"OK," I squeaked, and I felt a discreet nudge from Harry, and I knew he was on to my excitement. Thankfully he didn't say anything.

When we arrived back we sat in the kitchen chatting while Anne began chopping vegetables and preparing the roast. It was almost 3pm before we sat down properly to eat, and it was gone 4pm by the time we had finished and helped to clear the plates away.

"Are you coming back here again after your trip to London?" Anne asked Harry as he loaded plates into the dishwasher.

"Um, it depends," he replied, shooting a glance at me. I threw him a confused look.

"What days are you working this week?" he asked me.

"Every day except Wednesday," I told him. "Why?"

"Do you have plans for the weekend?" he asked, looking away.

"Um, I don't think so. I usually catch up with Callie on Sundays, but it's only a casual arrangement."

"Well, I was going to come back here for a couple more days towards the end of the week but I was sort of hoping you might come with me?"

"I'd love to," I said shyly, and Anne beamed at me.

"We could drive up on Friday night after you finish work?" Harry suggested.

I nodded, unable to hide my happiness. "Sounds great."

My insides were dancing at the knowledge that Harry wanted to spend all this time with me, and that he wanted to bring me to his mum's again. I wanted to throw my arms around him there and then and tell him how I really felt about him, but I wasn't about to drop the L-word for the first time in front of his family.

Once the kitchen was tidy we went upstairs and brought our bags down, and had a quick cup of tea before we left. I got warm hugs off Anne, Robin and Gemma, and a promise from Gemma that she would text me about meeting up in London.

"I'll see you on Wednesday," Gemma said to Harry, and I turned to look at her in surprise. "I'm going to Fleetwood Mac with him," she explained.

"Oh, I'll look out for you," I said. "I'm going with a friend and her mum. I'll give you a discreet wave if I see you."

We got in the car and waved goodbye, before heading back down the motorway to London. The traffic got heavier as we got nearer to the capital and it was past 9 o'clock before Harry turned into the car park of my flat. It felt like months rather than days since I'd left here to go to Norwich for the Big Weekend.

"Are you coming in?" I asked as I unclipped my seatbelt.

"If you want me to," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course I do."

He grinned. "I thought maybe you might be sick of me after spending two days solid with me."

"Don't be ridiculous," I said.

We climbed the stairs to my flat, Harry carrying my bag. I let us in, dumped my stuff in the hall and led Harry into the lounge. I made us a cup of tea and we cuddled up on my little sofa and watched TV until late.

"Do you want me to arrange a meeting with Modest this week?" Harry asked, as he stroked my foot.

"Can it be after work?" I asked. "I can't really take any more time off this week."

"I guess so," he shrugged. "I'll call them tomorrow and ask."

"Do they know about me?"

"Of course they do," he smiled, and I smiled back before yawning behind my hand.

"I should let you get to bed," he sighed. "You have work in the morning."

He started to get up off the sofa.

"Stay with me tonight?" I asked awkwardly.

He turned and smiled happily me. "Of course. If it's what you want."

"Yeah," I said shyly. "I need to make the most of you while I've got you. Before you zoom off in your private jet, swishing your hair," I added, looking at him out of the corner of my eye.

"I can see you being friends with my sister is already a bad idea," he teased.

Harry fetched his bag from the car and I took the opportunity while he was out of the way for a moment to use the bathroom and put on a silk camisole and matching silk knickers. I pulled a thin cotton dressing gown over the top and locked my front door behind Harry as he came in carrying his bag. He went into the bathroom and I undid the front of my dressing gown and let it fall open, and casually leaned against the door frame, waiting for him and feeling self-conscious.

The bathroom door opened and he came out wearing just his boxers, his hair still pulled off his face. He looked up at me and stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes travelling up and down my body.

I bit my lip shyly. "Hi," I said.

"Fucking hell, Jess," he breathed.

"Do you like..."I began.

"Fuck, yes," he said, taking two strides towards me. He hooked his arm behind my waist and pulled me against him, looking down at me.

I softly stroked his swallow tattoos, before reaching up and stroking his bottom lip with my index finger. He swallowed and breathed out hard. "You know that turns me on," he murmured.

"Yep," I replied.

"And what are you going to do, when you've got me all hot and bothered?"

"Whatever the hell you want," I said, looking into his eyes, my heart pounding.

He gave a low groan as he thrust his hips against mine and I stood on my tiptoes to press my mouth to his. He wrapped both his arms around me tightly and lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him carry me through to my bedroom and throw me on the bed.