So here's the second part of the double update today! Please vote and comment - it means the world to me!! :) (and I have Tonsillitis so I need cheering up) xx 

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"I love how you can just click your fingers and get exactly what you want," I called as I heard the door shut behind me and I walked slowly over to where he was standing.

"Perks of being rich and famous," he smiled. "I didn't think that ever applied to you, though."

"Are you kidding?" I said as I stood in front of him. "One smirk from you and I'm wrapped around your little finger."

He put his hands on my waist and turned us around so I now had my back to the wall and he was facing me.

"I'd rather your legs were wrapped around my waist," he murmured, and he pushed me back against the wall and pressed his lips onto mine.

I made a small squeak of protest at his words, but it was swallowed by his kiss as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I wound my fingers into his hair as his hands gripped my waist and squeezed gently, and after a minute his hips shifted and I could feel something pressing against my groin through his jeans.

I pulled away from him an inch and smirked at him. "Harry Styles!" I scolded him softly. "What is that you're poking me with?"

"Do you want to see?" he murmured, leaning down and kissing my neck. His breath was hot on my skin and I gave a small shudder.

"I don't need to see to know what it is," I said breathlessly as his lips left goosebumps on my jawline.

"So why did you ask?" he breathed, pressing his lips against mine again, rendering me temporarily speechless.

I ran my hands down his back and slipped them into the back pockets of his jeans, giving his bum a squeeze. "Mmmm, squidgey," I whispered.

"Stop calling me that," he said, with no conviction at all.

"I wasn't calling you that," I said, giving his hips a gentle nudge with mine. "I was talking about your bum."

"You called me Squidge in front of your brother," he moaned. 

"So?" I teased. "It suits you." I gave his bum another squeeze and dug my nails into the fabric, before sliding my hands up his front and stroking his partially exposed chest. I gently played with the chain of the necklace he was wearing - the one I had given him - and he pressed his hardness against me again.

We kissed for a minute like this, but it was getting hotter and hotter, and Harry's hands left my waist and dropped down to my thighs, where he gently stroked my skin before slipping his right hand slowly under my dress and up my leg.

My eyes flew open and I broke the kiss, to look him in the eye. "What are you doing?" I asked.

He smirked. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Sailing close to the wind!" I squeaked, putting my hand on his chest and pushing him back. "What if someone sees?"

He frowned and pulled his hand away. "Not this again."

"No, not like that," I said, hastily. "Well... sort of like that. I mean there is a photographer in the bar and the street outside is crawling with paparazzi. Do you really want a photo of you with your hand up my dress plastered all over the front page of every newspaper tomorrow morning? Because I don't."

"No one is going to take a picture of us," he said, leaning forward and kissing me again. I pushed him firmly back again.

"I'm sorry, have we stepped into some sort of parallel universe? 'No one is going to take a picture of us' ?! That's all they ever do!"

"Not here," he said, pulling me against him. "We're completely hidden."

"Until a pap scales the wall on the offchance of a story, and hits the bloody jackpot," I said. "It's not worth the risk, Harry. Especially as we're not public yet. Your management would go crazy if this came out the day before our meeting."

He looked pissed off, and pulled away from me. "Fine."

"Oh, Harry, don't be like that," I said softly as he turned away. "It's not because I don't want to. I just know it isn't worth the risk of being caught. I'd be saying this whether you were famous or not."

"Really?" he said sceptically. "If I was just some guy you were going out with you'd honestly be pushing me away in case someone saw?"

"Well.. OK, maybe not, but 'just some guy' wouldn't have paps hot on his tail, would he?"

"Is that what you'd prefer?" he asked suddenly. "Someone less complicated?"

"Of course not," I said, walking round and facing him. "I thought we'd sorted all this out? I want to be with you. You know that."

"Sorry," he sighed. "I just had a wobble. I thought maybe you'd changed your mind."

"Don't be silly, of course I haven't," I said, reaching up and putting my arms around his neck. "You know what I'm like over you."

He said nothing, but leaned down and kissed me, and I wished there was some way I could put his mind at ease; to make him see I wasn't going anywhere.

"Come back to my place," he murmured in between kisses.

"I can't," I breathed, kissing him back. "I've got work in the morning and I haven't got any stuff with me."

"So?" he muttered.

"So, I can't roll up at my office tomorrow wearing this dress with last night's make up on!" I told him.

He pulled away again and sighed. "OK."

I closed my eyes and let my arms fall to my sides. "Look, I know it sounds like I'm making excuses but I'm really not," I said.

"It's fine."

"It's clearly not," I argued. "But I can't just drop everything and come to your house just because you've asked me to. I'm here with Callie and her mum. I can't just abandon them."

"Always keeping me on my toes," he muttered.

"I'm not trying to keep you on your toes," I said indignantly. "I know you're used to clicking your fingers and getting what you want but I'm not one of your staff you can order around. And I may be wrapped around your little finger most of the time but that doesn't mean I will obey your every whim. I'm not going to change my plans just because you're horny."

He stepped away from me. "Is that what you think this is? You think I want you come back to mine for a quick fuck because I'm horny?"

"No," I protested, flinching at the bluntness of his words. "I didn't mean it to sound like that. That came out all wrong."

"Because I could have any girl for a quick fuck if that was all I was after," he snapped.

"Woah, I'm sorry, what?!" I snapped back, narrowing my eyes. "What did you just say?"

"Oh shit - I didn't mean that," he pleaded, his anger suddenly gone, to be replaced with fear in his eyes.

"Fuck you, Harry," I choked, turning on my heel and walking back towards the fire door.

He ran after me and grabbed my arm. "Jess - I'm so sorry - I shouldn't have said that."

"Get off me," I said blindly, pulling my arm away from him as I reached the door.

I couldn't believe what he'd just said. I felt sick to my stomach.

"No," he said, grabbing me round the waist and pulling me against him. "You're going to hear me out, for once in your life, and not storm off."

I turned around, furious. "What the fuck... how dare you. You don't get to throw comments around like that and then demand I stay and listen to your pathetic attempts to weasel out of it. That was a fucking horrible thing to say and I don't even want to look at you right now."

"Well tough, because you're going to have to," he said. "I'm sorry, ok? I shouldn't have said it."

"No, you fucking shouldn't!" I shouted, tears spilling down my cheeks. "You shouldn't have even thought it! Do you know how hard it has been for me to trust you, Harry? It has taken everything I have. And you've just destroyed it all with one thing. One thing. One nasty, spiteful jibe."

"I didn't mean it," he sighed. "Not in the way you're taking it, anyway. I didn't mean I wanted anyone else."

"No, I know," I said, wiping my wet cheeks with the back of my hand. "What you meant is, you could have anyone you want and I should be fucking grateful to you for choosing me."

"No, I didn't mean that, either," he pleaded.

"Well what did you mean then?!" I shouted.

"Well if you'd stop yelling at me I'll tell you!" he shouted back.

I sniffed loudly and wiped my face again, before folding my arms and glowering at him. I was furious, but more than anything I was hurt and humiliated that he had thrown his own desirability in my face in the heat of the moment, and more to the point, every word was true.

"I don't want you to come back to mine just because I'm horny," he said, folding his arms too. "I want you to come because I miss you when I'm not with you, and in just over a week I am going to be back on tour and missing you even more. So I want to spend as much time with you as I can before I go."

"That's not what you just said," I shot at him.

"Well sorry if I'm not as eloquent as you," he shot back. "And I'm sorry for that shitty comment. You're right - I shouldn't have said it, or thought it. It just came out before I realised what I was saying. I certainly didn't mean it as a threat." His voice was becoming calmer with every word he spoke. We looked at each other for a moment. "I'm really, really sorry, Jess."

He took a step towards me and I looked away, tightening my folded arms. He put his arms around me and pulled me against his chest, but I stayed stiff and immobile, refusing to back down.

"Please don't be angry with me," he said softly into my hair. "I don't want to waste what little time we have left arguing."

"You should have thought of that before you threw my biggest insecurity in my face," I said, blinking back fresh tears. 

"I'm so sorry," he said again. "I wish I could take it back."

I pushed back away from him and he let go of me, and instead hooked one finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him.

"Don't let this ruin tonight," he begged.

"Fine," I said. "It's fine."

He looked at me uncertainly. I couldn't muster up any energy to sound convincing. I was devastated. I could practically feel every wall I'd let him knock down over the past few weeks rising back up, taller and stronger than ever.

"Sorry," he said again, pulling his hand away awkwardly and dropping it back at his side.

"Let's go back in," I said.

"OK," he replied in a small voice.

I turned back to the door, my arms still folded across my chest.

"Wait," he said.

I turned back again, and he came and stood in front of me, his feet either side of mine. He reached out and cupped my face in his hands and kissed me softly on the lips.

He was seeking reassurance, I could tell, but the feeling just wasn't there for me. I kissed him back, and unfolded my arms to rest my hands on his waist, but the fire wasn't there, and the usual spark didn't ignite.

He pulled away after a minute and his eyes searched my face. He said nothing and I said nothing.

"Let's go back inside," I said again eventually, and he had no choice but to follow me back through the door into the bar.