I woke up the following morning snuggled into Harry's back. He was breathing deeply and curled up on his side facing away from me.

I  planted a soft kiss between his shoulder blades, reached my hand over his waist and gently squeezed his morning glory. I heard his breathing change as he began to wake up, and I brushed his hair off his neck to kiss behind his ear.

"Mmmm," he murmured. "Oh... baby yeah..."

I pulled my hand away and sat up in mock disgust, and although his eyes were still closed and he was in the same position I saw him grin cheekily.

"'Oh baby yeah?!'" I echoed in disbelief. "What the hell was that?!"

He cackled delightedly and opened one eye.

"That was the cheesiest thing you have ever said," I scolded him, smiling. "And that's saying something."

"Put your hand back there," he said huskily, rolling over onto his back and opening the other eye.

"No."

"Why not? I've got something for you."

"So I noticed," I said dryly.

"Come ooooonnnn," he wheedled. "Give me five minutes and I bet I can make you moan 'oh baby yeah' as well."

"I'm not that corny," I said, rolling my eyes.

Harry grabbed my hand, lifted up the covers and put it back where it had just been. "Oh, baby, yeah," he moaned theatrically, rolling his eyes back into his head.

"Harry!" I squealed, pulling my hand away hastily. "Stop it!"

"Oh, YEAH," he groaned, even though my hand was nowhere near him. "OH BABY YEAH!"

"Stop it!" I hissed. "Someone will hear!"

"OOOOHHHHHH YYYEEEAAAHHHHHH!" Harry shouted, and I clapped my hand over his mouth, my face bright red.

There was a loud banging on the door. Harry's eyes darted to mine and I felt him grin under my hand. I pulled my fingers away and we stared at each other silently, both wide-eyed.

"Harry!" Niall called. "You dirty bastard, stop shagging and open the door!"

"Oh my God!" I hissed. 

"Go away, we're busy!" Harry called back.

"Harry!" I yelped. "We're not, Niall!" I called towards the door. "Harry's just messing about!"

"I can imagine!" Niall laughed.

"I'd rather you didn't," Harry grumbled.

"To be honest you didn't leave much to the imagination anyway," came the response, and I flopped back on the bed in embarrassment. "Are you opening the door or what?!"

"Alright, alright," Harry sighed, pushing the covers back and pulling on his joggers that had been thrown on the floor last night. He pulled them up and snapped the waistband while grinning at me, then opened the door once my modesty was covered. 

"Good night, was it?" Niall grinned, giving me a nod as he swaggered in the room.

"Better than yours," Harry retorted.

"I'll bet. You need to get a move on. The bus is leaving in 45 minutes. They want to get us to London asap."

They were due to play the Capital FM Summertime Ball that afternoon in London, before returning to Cardiff for another show tonight. 

"You couldn't have told me that through the door?" Harry muttered.

"I was under strict instructions to get you out of bed," Niall explained. "Room service is pretty quick if you want to order breakfast, but you need to hurry up."

"Yes, yes," Harry said exasperatedly, and pushed him out the door for the second time in 12 hours. He shut the door and bounded over to the bed, jumping onto it and making me bounce.

"Now, where were we?" he asked, climbing over me and kissing me.

"Harry!" I said, pushing him off. "You heard Niall! We have to get up!"

"I'm already up," he winked, kissing me again. 

"When are you not?" I said rolling my eyes and slipping out from underneath him.

"Oh come on," he moaned, flopping frustratedly onto his stomach on top of the covers. "I haven't seen you for a week. I miss you."

"You spent the night with me last night!" I called as I headed into the bathroom. "We didn't exactly get much sleep!"

"All the more reason to come back to bed!" he called back but I cut him off as I shut the door.

We were dressed and ready half an hour later and sat on the bed eating toast from the room service tray.

"Are you staying here again tonight?" I asked.

"Louis and Niall are,"  he nodded. "I was thinking of coming back to London straight after the show."

"Won't that be really late?" I wondered.

"I guess so," he said thoughtfully. 

"You could come straight to my flat," I offered. "Only if you want to though."

He smiled at me. "I was sort of hoping you'd say that."

"Well I need to make the most of you while I've got you," I said.

"I'll be around until Wednesday," he said, around his mouthful of toast, "but then we're flying out to Vienna. Then I've got that night out in New York with Jeff, and I'll have to fly from there straight to Brussels on the 13th."

There was another knock at the door and Harry slid off the bed and went to answer it.

"You ready?" Louis said from the doorway.

"Yeah," Harry muttered.

"Hey Jess," Louis said, raising his hand in a half salute.

"Hi," I said softly, glancing between Harry and Louis. There seemed to be some tension between them, and I remembered Harry's admission that there was 'band stuff' going on that he didn't want to talk about. 

I picked up my bag and followed Harry out the door into the corridor where Sarah, Maddie and Phoebe were coming out of their room. We were escorted down the hallway by three security guards and squeezed into the lift. I was pushed up against Louis, who smirked, and I kept my face straight and my gaze averted to avoid any suspicious looks from Harry. We were ushered through a back door to what looked like the hotel loading bay, where a large tour bus was parked, the door open and a driver waiting by the steps.

"See ya soon love," Louis said, giving me a hug, and I grinned at the wall behind him as I hugged him back. He went off to hug the others.

I turned to Harry and put my arms around his waist.

"Good luck for your shows," I said as he squeezed me tightly.

"Thanks," he said. "I'll call you later ok?"

"OK," I said, lifting my head up to kiss him. "I love you," I whispered.

"Love you too," he murmured, and my stomach gave a sharp pinch.

He kissed me one last time and walked up the steps to the bus. One of the security guards took us back through the hotel and round the front to my car in the car park, and I caught sight of about twenty fans scattered on the pavement outside the hotel. They didn't seem to have noticed us as we threw our bags into the boot and jumped in the car. I shouted a thanks to security, and swiftly exited the car park before anyone realised who we  were.

We discussed the concert, minute by minute, all the way back to London. We looked out for the tour bus on the way back but I was disappointed that we didn't see it. It was lunchtime when I dropped Sarah off home, and then I took Maddie and Phoebe into Central London for lunch and a bit of shopping to take my mind off the thought of Harry being sexy on stage at the Capital FM Summertime Ball. I dropped them back at the station after dinner, and then had a relaxing bath at home, got into my pyjamas and watched TV for most of the evening. 

Although I no longer followed any One Direction accounts on Twitter I still kept my eye on a few, and couldn't believe my eyes when the first videos of the concert began to surface and everyone was going crazy over Harry moaning "Oh baby yeah!" on stage. He was saying it in the exact same tone as he'd been shouting it this morning, and in the background of one of the videos I could see Niall laughing appreciatively. I shook my head at my phone, and had a quick read of my mentions.

As I thought, hundreds of people had tweeted videos of Harry singing his solo at me the night before, and the majority had put two and two together and were asking for some sort of statement from us confirming we were a couple. We hadn't talked about a date for going public since our meeting with Modest that was now over a week ago, and with the tour having now recommenced I wasn't sure what the next step would be. I made a mental note to talk it over with Harry as soon as I got the chance, along with the conversation about exes.

I got into bed and texted Harry, telling him to ring me when he was almost here, and got a text straight away saying the show had finished, he'd had a shower and he was on his way. 

To: Harry Styles: Is your hair in a mun? xxx

From: Harry Styles: Yes :) xx

To: Harry Styles: OH BABY YEAH

From: Harry Styles: Stop watching concert videos on Twitter ;) xxx

To: Harry Styles: Stop making corny sex noises on stage xx

From: Harry Styles: Can I make them in your bed instead? xxx

To: Harry Styles: Definitely not

From: Harry Styles: OK, you can make them instead ;) x

To: Harry Styles: In your dreams xxx

From:Harry Styles: You definitely don't want to hear about those!! xxx

To: Harry Styles: Gross! No I don't. I'm going to sleep, stop texting me xx

From: Harry Styles: See you soon xxx

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My phone woke me by vibrating around 2.30am, and I saw Harry's name on the screen.

"Hello?" I mumbled.

"Hi baby," he said sleepily. "I'm outside now." 

"OK," I said. "I'll buzz you in."

I stumbled out of bed and into the hall to press the door release buzzer, and through the intercom I heard the front door opening. I opened the door to my flat and saw Harry climbing up the stairs wearing joggers and a hoodie, his hair tied back and a holdall slung over his shoulder. I stood to the side to let him through the door and he dumped his bag in the hallway as I shut the door behind him and shot the bolt. 

"How was the show?" I asked softly.

"Great," he smiled sleepily, slipping his arms around my waist. "I thought about you the whole time though."

"Really?" I asked shyly.

"Of course," he said. "Some girl flashed her boobs at me when we were at the Capital FM ball, and I just thought to myself, 'Jess would never do anything like that.'"

I looked at him sceptically as we walked down the hall to my bedroom. "A girl flashed you and that was your first thought?"

"Honestly!" he laughed. "I'm not trying to earn brownie points or anything."

"Ugh, I have to get used to the idea of random girls flashing my boyfriend," I sighed. 

"You have nothing to worry about," he said, leaning down to kiss me. 

"Do you want a drink or something to eat or anything?" I asked as he pulled his tshirt off.

He shook his head. "No thanks. I'm just exhausted and need my bed."

I got into bed and watched him pull his joggers off and slide under the covers next to me. He immediately pulled me into his arms and began softly kissing me.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," I whispered back.

Harry's phone beeped with a text, interrupting the moment.

"Wow, who's texting you so late?" I asked.

There was a pause. "It'll probably be Jeff," Harry replied. "He's already in New York and they're a few hours behind."

He pushed me onto my back and I felt the familiar ache as his lips pressed softly against my neck.

"I thought you were exhausted," I squeaked.

"I'm never too exhausted for you," he murmured with a smirk.

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Sorry this is short but I had to break it here... 

But don't be too cross with me because I'll be updating again tomorrow as the next chapter is almost ready to go. I've done something I've never done before... I've planned out the sequence of events up to the end, and named all the chapters to makes sure it flows properly. 

I am feeling rather emotional!! What will I do once this is finished?!?!

Thanks to everyone reading I can't tell you how excited I am to have hit 26k reads on this... I remember jumping up and down squealing when I got 1k, so this is just unreal! xxx