I'm exhausted by the time John drops me off back at my place, even though it's only 9:30. What a whirlwind day. At the beginning I thought I was destined to spend the next six months in hell with this man, and now I'm sad I won't see him for a week.

I lock myself into my apartment for the night and look down, remembering all of the clothes I have to unpack. I decide that it's a problem to deal with tomorrow, I have early morning classes tomorrow and in order to unpack everything I would need to get rid of a lot of my stuff. Perhaps I can carrel Heather into helping me sort through my clothes, she will know a lot more than I will about what sort of things I could still wear out of my own clothes to go with this new life of mine.

I wash my face quickly and climb into bed after having got all my things ready for class tomorrow. The second I'm in the confines of my bed and the lights flicker out, my thoughts turn to him. What had gotten into me tonight? I have never so willingly climbed into a mans lap before, or anyone's for that matter. I had only had two glasses of wine by that point so it wasn't that.

Just a few short days ago I had decided that he was a disgusting pig who just wanted to take my virginity and drag me around London as his eye candy. Now look at me, half wishing that I had taken him up on his offer and stayed with him tonight. Of course, I'm not ready to have sex with him or anything like that, are am I? When he kisses me I can barely string a coherent thought together, it took every brain cell I had working overtime to mumble as excuse as to why I couldn't stay. He says he wants something more than what he's used to; now I'm not exactly sure what that entails but I don't think he really does either. I have no idea the kinds of relationships he has had before me and there's something inside of me telling me to not open that box.

Perhaps this could resemble an actual real relationship, and I can stop feeling so cheap and whorish whenever I see him. The thoughts of him kissing my neck make me dizzy despite my reclined position, heart racing as I replay it in my head behind my closed eyes. If this did mirror a normal relationship then these are the typical feelings you have, right? There's that brief first period of time where everything's smooth sailing and you're just getting to know each other and spending time together. There isn't any pressure to take anything farther, not unless we both want to.

I won't see him for a week now and after the great talks we had today there is a part of time that's wishing he didn't have to go. But an even larger part of me knows that a week without Harry could actually prove to be quite productive. I fall asleep as I list off all the things I need to do in my head.

"No, you can't wear those out with Harry" Heather tells me pointedly as I hold up a pair of white wash jeans with rips in the knees. They are my favourite pair, surprisingly comfortable and they go with nearly half of my wardrobe.

"Well I'm not with him all the time so they're my day off jeans. I'm keeping them" I sound like a sullen child as I place the jeans on the 'yes' pile. We've made quite a bit of progress; I have a lot more closet space and nearly a full black trash bag of clothes to donate to charity. Despite the half empty closet, heather insists that we go through all of my items as she thinks I will probably acquire a lot more clothes in the future.

"Honey the minute your name is in the society papers there will be no days off, those jeans are not hotel heiress appropriate. And neither are these pants" I pause my actions, clothes and hanger in hand.

"Wait wait wait, society pages?"

She grins widely. "Harry is one of the wealthiest men in London, he's in the society pages all the time and no doubt you will make your debut soon. You're young and pretty so there will most likely be photographer when you go out in public. You'll get used to it"

"Yeah that's unlikely" Fame is not something I have ever wanted for myself, it's a nightmare I never had to consider before.

"Well you'll have to because once you and Harry get married you'll be a part of his whole fortune. Oh don't look at me like that you totally like him!" I roll my eyes at Heather. Having told her everything that happened between Harry and I last night, she's pretty much sold on the idea that I will be Mrs Styles in no less than two years.

"It's way more complicated than that. How can I like him if I don't know him? I'm attracted to him yes, but he's still basically a stranger I'm contractually linked to"

"That's how all amazing love stories start; they are born out of inconvenience because you aren't looking for the one until they stumble into your life"

"You're talking nonsense" I giggle before deciding to throw away a cream dress I haven't worn in three years, I doubt it will fit me now.

"You know I'm right. It's the same in all those books you read and all those stupid movies you force me to watch"

"Hey you liked the Notebook! And you cried your eyes out in Me Before You"

"Quit avoiding the actual conversation we're having! Your life is different now that you're with him, and I know that you like him it's okay to admit it" Heather stuffs the pile of clothing next to her into a new black sack as I slump down onto the edge of my bed. I do like him, more than I was thinking that I would. But I don't know why I like him, and I'm secretly afraid that it's because of all the stuff he gives me; the money, the earrings, all these clothes. What if I'm convincing myself that I like him because I'm a materialistic bitch.

"I don't know what I feel about him. Honestly, I don't know if I like him or I hate him, it's situational and my opinion tends to change very quickly when it comes to him" I sigh heavily and allow my body to sag into the bed.

"Relationships are never easy hon, welcome to the world of dating" I hear Heather say from her seated position on the floor. I close my eyes for a minute, I'm exhausted all of a sudden.

"Did you go through the same sort of thing when you started doing this" I already know the answer to my question, Heather is carefree about relationships and sex, she's not frigid and uptight like I am.

"I wish I could tell you yes but no I didn't. That being said I wasn't attracted to Brad when we first met either. It was only a couple of weeks in when we started getting to know each other better and having sex that I actually felt a connection with him. You're lucky in a way, that's there's already an attraction there. You have more to build on"

"This was only supposed to be a quick way for me to make money, why am I taking it so seriously?" I groan and ridicule myself. I feel like I'm almost sabotaging myself when it comes to romantic situations like this. I make things way more difficult than they need to be. Heather is silent for a moment before I feel my bed sag in the middle as she sits down next to my head.

"Because you might actually be feeling something real for him, and that's a vulnerable and scary thing for you" Heather knows me very well, almost as well as I know myself. It's true that I haven't had much action in the romance department, really any action at all. And because this is all happening so fast, and in such awkward circumstances, it's understandable that I feel a little scared about it.

I open my eyes to see Heather looking down at me sympathetically. She's since tied her hair up into a high pony tail, keeping her hair from falling onto my face.

"What the hell do I do?" She gives me a gentle smile before she replies.

"I say you put yourself a little bit out of your comfort zone, which I know you've been doing s lot lately, by the way very proud of you. Just try being a little bit less guarded, let him in a little bit. But trust your gut; if something doesn't sit right with you then call him out on it and figure it out between the two of you"

"But we've had so much conflict between us already, I would love it if there would just be a few days where things weren't so up and down between us"

"You're two very different people there will be conflicts, but you don't want to be the shrinking violet who does whatever he says because he calls all the shots. I don't want that for you, and I know you'd be so miserable". She's right, of course she's right I'd be absolutely miserable if I let him be in complete control of my life. I have to keep enough of it for me while also taking the risk of letting him in.

"How do I get him to open up then?" Honestly she should start charging me for these therapy sessions, and all her advice should be extra. Unless it all blows up in my face.

She shrugs her shoulder and smiles. "He's a single multi-millionaire who seems to want people to be scared of him, he's obviously been through some shit. Give him time, he'll come around"

I use every underused stomach muscle in my body to lift my self up into a seated position on the bed and look at the mess that was once my floor, but is now a clothing wasteland.

"Maybe I should have let him get me a new apartment with a bigger closet" I idly wonder aloud. Heather laughs as she stands up.

"You are a better woman than I am, I would have taken an apartment in Chelsea so fast his head would have spun"

Three trash bags filled with clothes donated to the charity shop later and I'm back home attempting to reorganise my room. Heather has since departed, she has a friends birthday dinner to go to tonight so she needs the afternoon to get ready. Apparently helping me has made her body ache so badly she must 'soak in the tub for at least an hour' in order to recover. Poor thing.

On the way back into my newly organised room with my fresh cup of tea, I see my phone ringing on my bed.

- Harry Styles would like FaceTime -

Worst possible time to call. I'm all hot and sweaty from cleaning and reorganising, I must look like a mess. But I want to talk to him, so I turn off the main light in my bedroom and answer the phone with only my side lamp and twinkle lights illuminating my face.

His grainy image appears on the screen for a moment before the image clears up. He has quite a serious face on at first before his lips turn up into a smile, the sun beaming down onto his face causing him to squint slightly.

"There you are! How's it going love?" I'm glad the lights are dimmed, my pale cheeks always giving away even the slightest tingle of red blush.

"Hi, I'm okay. How's it going over there?" I'm far more interested in what he's doing than talking to him about my day. I mean he's in China for God's sakes.

"It's going okay, want to see the view?" He asks looking around him. He appears to be outside somewhere as his wind is slightly tousled by a sudden gust of wind. I nod my head grinning widely.

"Of course!" I reply before Harry taps onto his phone screen, flipping around the image to show me the city skyline of Shanghai. Astronomically tall buildings surround him as he scans the phone around, he appears to be at some kind of rooftop bar or lounge area. There are people relaxing by a pool and others standing around having drinks.

"That looks incredible Harry, I hope you're able to have a bit of a relax" I say as he flips the camera back around to his face. I can see the collar of his suit jacket, indicating he probably isn't at that location to relax.

"Not really, we are having a meeting in around half an hour and I had a bit of time, thought you could have your first long distance call in a somewhat cool location" he looks away from the camera as he walks and sits down on a outdoor lounger. I'm glad he remembered, even if it is something lame to be excited about.

"That's so sweet. How are the negotiations?"

"Pretty brutal. Tom wasn't being completely useless after all, it's going to take a lot of convincing to get these guys on board. But I'll get there, I always do" his lips turn up into a smirk as he places a pair of dark aviators on the bridge of his nose. He's so unbelievably cocky but in this scenario it's kind of cute, this is the sort of thing that genuinely excites him. The chase of the deal.

"I hope you're being nice to Tom, he's probably shit scared now that you're there" I remind him as I lie myself on my stomach at the end of the bed.

"His face was priceless when I stepped off the plane, it was like he was meeting the devil himself. Probably very fitting, I had some harsh words for him when we got into the car" I smile and shake my head, poor bastard on the receiving end of Harry's 'harsh words'.

"Well just remember, now that you're there you're both on the same team. It might be best if you put aside how angry you are at him and just work with him, you might get them to agree faster?" I know giving unsolicited business advice to a multi-millionaire is probably frowned upon and it could be really stupid advice. Regardless, Harry smiles and nods his head tilting it slightly to the side.

"Not the worst idea I've heard, you might be onto something. Beauty and brains, lucky me" Even through the slightly crackly reception and the fact that he's thousands of miles away, his low sultry tone somehow manages to still make me squirm slightly. I look away from the screen for a moment and smile to myself, this is how things should be; flirty, joking, just us getting to know each other and having fun. The more we can ignore the things like money, NDA's and contracts the better off we are.

"What have you been up to today?" Harry asks as he brings the phone slightly closer to his face, I can see a slight reflection of myself  in his sunglasses.

"Um, well I had class this morning which was super boring. Then Heather came and helped me clear out my closet and donate the clothes to a charity shop. And that's basically it" it feels like I got way more done, but saying it out loud is a bit of a buzzkill.

"Why did you clear out your closet?"

"Because with all the new stuff I got I didn't have a whole lot of room, so I just got rid of the stuff I haven't worn in a while and the stuff I don't like anymore"

He smirks widely. "If you had let me get you another apartment that wouldn't have happened" His sing song tone makes me giggle a little as I roll onto my side.

"Yeah yeah whatever, still like where I am" I reply. He shrugs his shoulders and smiles.

"So all those clothes are unpacked then?" He asks. I nod my head and watch as a cheeky grin spreads across his face.

"Ya know, I was looking through the receipt from that shopping trip and I saw that there were some, intimate items in the mix" my heart rate picks up a little bit as he speaks. The bras and panties, he must be talking about those. I nod again.

"The woman at the store recommended that I get them" that's right, shift that blame.

"Are you wearing them at the moment?" His voice is back to soft and sultry as he inches the phone slightly closer to himself. The breath hitches in my throat as I nod my head, they are so comfortable despite their limited material.

"Want to give me a little sneak peek?" His grin stretches as I gasp slightly. He's taken off his glasses now, the warm yellow glow having possibly disappeared behind a cloud.

"Harry! No!" I laugh as I say it.

"Go on, I'll make sure no one else around me will see it"

"I'm not sending you photos of me in my underwear!" I've never even considered that I would be in the position to send out those kinds of photos. I don't disapprove of people taking them and sending them; so long as they're comfortable doing it and the people they send them to are comfortable receiving them. But it's just not something I've ever thought I would do, purely because I'm not overly comfortable with my body to think that anybody would want to see it in that way.

"No you don't have to send me photos, just gimme a little flash now" he chuckles a little as I roll my eyes. He wants me to basically lift up my shirt and flash him my chest over the phone. What a ridiculous concept.

"Why on earth would you even want me to do that?" I ask smiling, I watch as him tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip for a moment before he speaks.

"Because I think you have an incredibly beautiful body, and I could use a little morale boost before I head into this meeting" I giggle and shake my head. Heathers words from earlier today are ringing in my head, pushing me to get out of my comfort zone a little bit. It could be fun to give him a little tease, especially when he's this far away.

I roll my eyes as I hung up the bottom of my T-shirt and lift it up slightly, exposing the black lace that covers my chest for only a moment before brining the material back down to my stomach. His green orbs are wide and staring at the screen as he bites his bottom lip. I think he may have enjoyed that.

"Wow that's um, that's very nice. Fuck, that's really nice. I wish I could have screenshot that" His stumbling over his words makes me laugh, I've made him flustered, I consider that to be quite an impressive achievement.

"Well glad you enjoyed" I tilt my head and smile.

"Oh that I did. But now I don't know how I'm going to focus in my meeting"

I shrug my shoulders. "Perhaps you should have thought of that before you asked. Silly Mr Styles" I give him a cheeky telling off causing him to grin back at me. I don't know why my heart still races from doing something so small. I guess it was a bit of a big step for me, and it didn't end in complete disaster. Maybe I'll do it again some other time, I'm rather enjoying the response I'm getting for it.

"Crap. They're here now" Harry sighs as he looks off to the side. "I'll call you sometime tomorrow yeah?" I nod my head and smile gently back at my screen. I wish we could talk more.

"Good luck in your meeting. Let me know how it goes. I may not reply until the morning but I still want to know" I plan on knocking out after this, the days events are sinking in and my eyelids are getting heavy.

"Will do love, sweet dreams" He gives me a soft smile as I wave and tell him good luck again before the call ends. I crawl back up to the top of the bed and slide in under the sheets. Placing my phone down beside my forgotten now cold cup of tea, I turn the bedside lights off and close my eyes, hoping I get to see the boy with the curls again even in my unconscious state.