"Sure, why not," I heard myself say.

"Great!" He looked genuinely pleased. "I'll call my driver and get him to come and get us." He pulled his phone out and made a quick call. "He'll be about 15 minutes," he said. "Come on, let's grab a quick drink in the kitchen."

"I'll be on the floor!" I protested as he guided me back into the kitchen. He raised an eyebrow and gave me a flirtatious smirk. The kitchen was empty, and Harry headed over to the bottles of alcohol lined up on the counter.

"Shot?" he said, holding up a bottle of Jagermeister.

"Gross!" I grimaced, "that stuff tastes like cough medicine!"

"Well what then?"

I browsed the selection. "Cherry brandy?" I suggested.

"That's a girl's drink!" he protested.

"I don't really like shots," I confessed, and he smiled.

"Go on then," he conceded, with a slight inclination of his head.

"That took a lot of persuasion," I said under my breath, but so he could hear.

"Ha!" he laughed. "You're a cheeky one aren't you!"

"Sometimes," I winked.

He found two glasses in a cupboard next to the window and poured a large shot of cherry brandy into each. He handed me one, clinked my glass with his, then we both tipped our heads back and downed our drinks. I watched his face twist at the taste of it, and knew his expression mirrored my own. We both laughed. "Another?" he offered.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr Styles?" I said in mock astonishment.

"That is a completely unfounded accusation which I resent deeply," Harry said, pretending to be affronted.

"Yeah right," I snorted. "You may have an angelic face but that's as far as it goes." I was feeling brave again as there was no one else around and it was just me and Harry. The alcohol in my system was also helping my confidence. I looked him deep in the eyes again and waited to see how he would react.

He took a step closer to me and returned my gaze. "I have an angelic face, huh?"

"Apparently," I said casually. "Most of the female population seem to think so."

"And what about you?" he asked.

"What about me?" I asked, playing for time. I was rather enjoying this.

"Do you think I have an angelic face?" he asked slowly. His face was moving closer to mine.

"I think you're hot," I said, breaking eye contact to stare at his lips. He gave me a lazy smile and I looked up into his eyes again. He reached out and placed his hand on my back, and I took a small step towards him so our hips were almost touching. I rested my hand on the top of his jeans and tilted my head up.

The door to the kitchen opened and we sprang apart. I quickly turned away to hide my flushed face as a guy and a girl walked in. They said hi to us, and the girl gave Harry a flirtatious smile. He smiled back at her, then took a step closer to me again. I turned away and poured myself a glass of water from the tap. "Want one?" I asked Harry.

"Nah I'm good thanks," he replied. He was looking at me with slight confusion, and I felt guilty. He must have been wondering why I was blowing hot and cold all the time. But I really didn't want anyone to see us and start asking questions, or spread rumours about us on the internet, or generally make life awkward for him.

The guy and girl helped themselves to a couple of beers, and as they left the girl asked Harry for a picture, which he graciously obliged. I played on my phone while he did this, not wanting to appear too interested.

They walked out of the kitchen and shut the door behind them, leaving us alone again. Harry looked at me. "So the car will be here in a minute," he said. "The driver is bringing me another shirt, since you ruined this one, so I'll change on the way."

"What, change in the car?" I asked, slipping my phone back into my bag. I was now imagining Harry shirtless. Jesus Christ, was I about to travel in a car with him with no shirt on? I wasn't sure I'd be able to control myself.

"Yeah, unless you wanna come back to mine?" He leaned towards me and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"I am definitely not going back to yours!" I laughed, putting my hand on his chest and pushing him gently.

"Why not?" he smiled, but his tone was serious.

"I'm a good girl," I told him. "I don't do things like that. Not even with Harry Styles."

"Now who's pretending to be angelic?" he smirked. "I'm getting confused by these different signs."

"What signs?" I asked. Now I was genuinely confused. He didn't say anything, but looked at me with a half-smile on his face. We stared at each other for a minute before he said, "Y'know, the signs." When my face remained the same he continued. "OK well like you know when you're driving along a road on your way somewhere, and you rely on the road signs to show you the right way to go?"

"Not if you have a Sat Nav," I reasoned.

"Well sometimes a Sat Nav can take the fun out of things," he smiled.

Realisation began to dawn on me - he was playing games. "OK..." I said. "So you prefer road signs on a journey?"

"Definitely," he nodded. "And sometimes you're driving along and all the signs are there, telling you you're on the right track, but then they just disappear and you're left thinking you made a wrong turn somewhere."

"I see," I said. "Couldn't you just ask your passenger for directions?"

He smiled, and I knew that he knew I understood what he meant. "That would just be embarrassing," he said.

"True, but sometimes guys can be so pigheaded about asking for directions," I teased.

"But we wouldn't have to if the signs didn't keep disappearing," he insisted.

I thought for a moment. "OK, maybe the signs haven't completely disappeared," I said. "Maybe they're still there, but.... I dunno, they got taken down temporarily. Maybe they're not intended for everyone to see."

"I don't follow?"

"Well maybe a lot of people might be too interested in where you're going. And it's no one else's business really, is it? If you want to go somewhere, with someone, well then that's up to the two of you. It shouldn't be broadcast for the world to see, or hear, or post on Twitter," I explained.

Harry was staring at me. "So you're saying these signs... road signs, obviously..."

("Obviously," I muttered.)

"...these road signs... they're for my eyes only? And when other people are around they're not visible because... because it's no one else's business where we're going?"

"Exactly," I said, with a triumphant smile.

Harry was silent for a moment, looking at the ground. Then he looked up at me, and glanced around the kitchen. "So... there's no one here right now."

My heart began to pound. "Yep, looks like its just you and I."

He smirked at my choice of words.

"Oh God," I groaned, feeling the heat rise in my face for the millionth time that night, "no pun intended. I'm really not that corny."

"I believe you," he said, smiling. He reached out and took the glass of water out of my hand and set it down on the worktop, then took 2 steps towards me so he was standing in front of me with his feet either side of mine, and rested his hands on my hips. I felt my breath catch in my throat as my heart beat even faster; I swear it was going so hard you could see it through my top. Having him this close to me was making me want to rip his clothes off there and then. He looked down at me through half closed eyelids and his eyes met mine. He ran his tongue over his lips and I breathed in hard.

"So it turns out I'm not that great at reading signs," he murmured.

"I find that hard to believe," I replied, trying desperately hard to keep my voice steady and my legs from trembling.

"Can you point me in the right direction?" he asked as he slowly bent his head towards me.

"Just follow your instincts and you'll be fine," I breathed.

I closed my eyes as he leaned into me, and finally our lips touched. Fire spread through me as he gently pulled my hips towards his and slipped his tongue into my mouth. He tasted sweet, like cherry brandy. I put my hands on his forearms as he pressed his lips harder against mine, and could feel his muscles tense as he balled his hands into fists at my sides. I gripped his arms tightly and he pulled me against him so our bodies were touching. I felt as though I was melting against him, into the heat from his body. He pulled away from me an inch, and then lightly kissed my lips once before breaking into a smile and pulling back to look at me. "So did I make a wrong turn?" he asked, grinning.

I shook my head - it was safer than trying to speak right at that moment.

Before he could say anything else his phone rang and he swiped across the screen to answer it. "Hello?" He paused. "Great, we'll be right out." He ended the call and looked at me. "The car's here - are you ready?"

"Yes," I tried to say, but it just came out as a squeak. He chuckled.

"Come on, let's get out of here," he said. "Back to mine, then?"

I laughed. "I already told you, I am not that kind of girl."

"OK, to a club then?" he said. " I know a great place we can go, and you won't have to worry about being seen. It's very discreet."

I nodded, and he took my hand and lead me down the hall to the front door. As we came into view of the lounge I let go of Harry's hand and dropped back a bit so it wasn't quite so obvious we were leaving together. He opened the front door for me and ushered me in front of him, and as we walked down the path I saw a black Range Rover waiting on the road with its lights on and engine running. Harry jogged ahead and pulled open the back passenger door, and I slid onto the soft leather seat.

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