I feel as I did the night before the last rose ceremony, although not quite as strongly, as I get ready for the upcoming group date. Still, I want to make myself look nice for Harry- I feel indebted to him, after all.

I apply some make-up and try extra hard on the wing of my eyeliner today. Once I'm satisfied I attempt to pick something out of the closet to wear. I know that it's supposed to be a casual sort of date and I know that it's hot outside today, so I make my choices accordingly. I end up picking some light blue, high-waisted jean shorts, and a maroon body suit with a small portion of the middle cut out down to just below my chest, lace decorating the edges.

I curl my hair and chuck on a white baseball cap, unaware of whether or not we will be outside in the sun- safety first.

After I've finished getting ready I'm downstairs waiting on everybody else. I recall the first group date I went on- I was finished getting ready early then, too, and Harry had shown up, approaching from behind as he so often does. I have a feeling he won't be doing that today, although I wish he would.

I sigh at the fact that all the time Harry and I spend together today will be on camera. I'm going to be forced to act all loved up around him, when really I'd just like to act as I normally might if we weren't in this peculiar situation. I try not to think about the disappointment that this date will inevitably bring and instead attempt to feel lucky at the fact that I was chosen at all. I'll take absolutely anything over sitting in this house with no prospects for another day.

Soon, all the girls have finished and we're in the limo on our way towards the group date. Everyone is muttering excitedly about what they think might happen, but I mostly remain silent. I don't know what we'll be doing, but I don't really feel keen to talk about it with any of these girls. The only one out of the lot of them I kind of know is Christie, so I feel a little out of a place, not to mention that about half of them seem wary of me, no doubt owing to the fact that I've been chosen twice this week by Harry.

Instead, I sit and stare out the window complacently, allowing them to whisper about me if they want. I hardly have the energy to stop them and I feel as though I most probably would do the same if our roles were switched. I make polite conversation with Christie when she attempts to talk a couple times, but I'm a afraid that she might end up resembling Astrid a bit too much for my liking.

Speaking of which, Astrid sits as far away from me as she possibly can in the vehicle we now reside within. I almost forgot about her with everything going on regarding Harry's apology and such. I've barely seen her around the house and I was beginning to lose the hatred that I initially felt for her. However, after being with her today, up close and personal for more than 2 minutes, the hatred is back in full force. I don't even want to think about what she's done to undermine me in the past 2 days, let alone the past 2 weeks.

We arrive after about 20 minutes and it turns out we are going to be outside after all. I see before me a large open space overlooking the beach. There are about 20 rows of plastic chairs, all facing a long, horizontal stage. On this stage there are 2 tables, behind which there are more plastic chairs. In front of the crowd, and facing this stage, is another, smaller table, with only two chairs. I wonder what will be going on and try to recall the words on the date card- 'Lets put our love to the test'?

All of us begin walking towards the stage and before our very eyes Chris Harrison and Harry emerge from behind it. All the girls scream with joy and rush towards Harry. I almost feel a little bad for Chris, who stands awkwardly beside Harry with absolutely no attention on himself. However, I, too, would rather see Harry than Chris. I really wish I could tell Harry how much I loved the sudoku book he gave me or how I was grateful for his favour, or maybe even shout at him a little bit for picking me twice in one week. However, I can't make any of these sentiments known while we're on camera.

"Alright, ladies! I'm sure you're wondering what's going on here." Chris starts to speak as he gestures to our surroundings and I'm reminded of my very first group date. I know that Chris will explain what exactly is going to happen now.

"Today is truly going to be a test for Harry's love! We're going to ask you questions about Harry. Whoever answers the most correctly will have extra time with him at the end of the date!" Chris announces. The girls all clap cheerfully, but I don't miss the expressions of fierce determination spread across all their faces. I do want to win extra time with him, I really do, however, I don't know if it's worth it if we'll have to be on camera while we're together. Besides, I really don't know much about Harry at all- I have no chance at winning whatsoever.

I sigh and turn to face Harry instead of Chris. Harry's already watching me and I feel a small blush spread across my cheeks at this revelation.

"I'm so happy to have you all here, and I'm excited to start the contest!" Harry lists off his script, and shifts his gaze from mine to the others as more girls turn to face him.

"One exception, ladies, before I forget!" Chris shouts above the noise of the other girls excitement, "One woman will have to miss out on the festivities and keep score for the others- she'll be sitting next to Harry at the judging table. Harry, I'll let you pick who you'd like to join you- just remember she won't be able to win any extra time with you." Chris turns to Harry and smiles cordially.

Harry brings his hand to his chin and grips it firmly, appearing to take his choice for score keeper into careful consideration. He waits a couple moments, scanning our group, as he decides. My gaze drifts to across the water where I think I can see some sort of cityscape as I wait for him to inevitably call some random girl's name. However, I'm forced into snapping my stare back to him as he calls my name.

"Charlotte, would you care to join me?" Harry asks sweetly, flashing a large grin in my direction.

"Of course." I smile shyly and step forward, unable to make any other response. I make sure, for the cameras sake, that I look as if my entire life has been made at Harry's proposition and stand cheerfully beside him as the rest of the girls glare towards me with jealous eyes.

Great, now I'm going to have to find a way to talk Harry and I out of this one, too.

"Alright, if the rest of you would join me up here on the stage, the crowd will begin filing in any moment. Harry and Charlotte, make your way over to the judging table.

"Hello, love, very good to properly see you again." Harry speaks as the cameras follow us while we walk. I let a grin cover my face as I respond.

"I know, it's been so long since the last time I saw you." I laugh and he joins me. I see his eyebrows raise in surprise for a split second at my comment, as I was obviously referring to his visit the other night, but he looks as if he enjoys it nonetheless.

"Oh, I know, I've been dying to see you, and the others, too. I'd say we have a whole lot to catch up on- I'd love to eat out some time." Harry smirks down at me. To an average person this line would not raise any suspicion, but I nearly choke on my own spit at his sly comment. He is definitely not asking me to go on a dinner date.

"Oh, of course, that sounds absolutely great, you just have to promise you'll let me return the favour some time." I smile up at him, making him chuckle.

"Oh, trust me, I intend to." He mumbles and we both take our seats. The camera turns away for a second to capture some drama going on between the girls over who's going to sit directly in front of Harry and both him and I remain in silence, before breaking out into loud laughter.

"Real smooth, there, Styles." I giggle, still in disbelief at the risk he took delivering his line. I remind myself I should be mad at him for making the other girls suspicious, but he's being too likeable right now.

"What can I say?" He asks, a cute quirk in his brow as he turns to me with a dashing smirk. I feel a slow burn begin within myself- a feeling that usually does not occur from just conversing with a person. What the hell is happening to me? Harry quickly whips his head from left to right, seemingly searching for something, and swiftly reaches his hand out to grab my ass for a second.

Instantly, I look up and scan the vicinity for producers, but find that none reside in our general area. I scoff in astonishment at Harry, but have to admit that the same twinge in my gut has just occurred. I was going to try and convince myself the feeling was the stomach flu, or something of that sort, but now I know for a fact it's just Harry. The thought is unsettling.

"I'm going to get you back one day, you know." I retort, trying to make sure that nothing I say is too obvious in case my mic picks it up.

"Yes, one day, far, far in the future." Harry chuckles sarcastically, flashing me another playful grin. The expression on his face induces a smile on mine and I'm forced to look away before I get too caught up in his eyes. I feel disgusted with myself, but I find there's nothing I can do to stop from feeling this way.

We take our seats at the 'judging' table, as Chris called it, and I find that nearly all the girls are seated on stage now. I notice a quiet buzz of voices coming from behind m, and realize that there are people filing in and occupying the crowd of chairs behind us. Most of these people are middle aged woman. I assume that they must be the major viewing demographic for this show.

The girls begin with their festivities and I realize I've been provided a pen and paper. I quickly write all of the girls names down in one column, preparing to tally their scores, of course after taking some time trying to remember which names belong to who.

I spy that Harry has a long list of questions before him and I wonder if he finds it odd that he has to ask these girls he barely knows personal questions about himself. Then I begin to wonder if it's even odder that they actually know the answers to his questions. I would have been able to answer a meager 2 or 3 questions out of the 8 asked so far, but I ignore that fact and instead keep the tally.

As Harry asks everyone what his mother's maiden name is, I begin to become bored. It only takes half a second to write a tally in and although I should find listening to all these things about Harry interesting, I tire of it quickly. Maybe if it was just him telling me while we were alone, I would like to listen, but I definitely don't want to hear the answers coming out of the other women's mouths.

I sigh and glance down to my lap, knowing that the camera will be focused on Harry and the other women more than anything. I notice for the first time that the judging table we sit at is covered with a large, black cloth which reaches almost completely down to the ground. Both Harry and I have pushed our chairs in all the way and the cloth drapes across our laps so that nothing past our waists is visible to the outside world.

I think nothing of this revelation at first, that is until I begin to remember the night Harry snuck into my room,not to mention his words from just 15 minutes ago. He intends on having me return the favour, eh? He seems to think that I won't be able to get back at him anytime soon, but maybe there is a way.

I keep one of my hands visible on the table in front of me, pen in hand, ready to continue to scratch in tallies, and sneak one under the table cloth to rest on my lap. I wiggle my hand around a bit and find that absolutely no movement is visible from beneath the thick table cloth.

I snap my head back up to face the stage quickly and let a devilish smile cross my face. Harry notices my sudden action and turns to me for a moment. I know he can make out the smirk on my face. He must be confused; nothing funny has happened.

Another minute passes and Harry subsequently lists off the next question. Slowly, but surely, my hand migrates from my thigh to Harry's own. Thankfully, Harry made the adorable gesture of scooting his chair closer to mine until our legs were touching when we initially sat down, so now I'm in the perfect position to execute my plan.

Before making any further moves, I glance around discreetly and find that there are no cameras stationed behind us, only to our front. Perfect. Unless some random audience member decides to stand up and arch their neck directly over us, I doubt they'll be able to see anything going on beneath the table.

Harry lets out a small sigh as my hand rests against his thigh, my finger beginning to rub small circles into the tight material of his jeans. He doesn't seem bothered by my action- in fact, he looks almost calmed by it. I notice how his breathing becomes deeper and slower the second my hand rests atop him.

Unfortunately, he's sorely mistaken if he's assuming this will be my only motion.

I perch my fingers on top of him and languidly walk them upwards from his knee teasingly until I reach his inner thigh. There, I begin to rub at a leisurely pace with my palm over the seam of his jeans.

He sucks in a sharp breath at my movement but, nevertheless, continues to list off the next question without a hiccup. I follow suit and mark in another tally, knowing I have at least 2 minutes before I'm due to write in another.

I recommence my action, increasing my pace by just the slightest. I sense a slight bulge beginning to grow beneath my fingers, restricted by the tight fabric that covers Harry. Rather than scooting away from me, or maybe pushing my hand elsewhere as I thought he might, Harry only sits silently as I continue. I spare a quick glance towards him and find that he now takes slow breaths, his eyes fluttering shut as though he's willing himself to remain calm.

Another smile displays itself across my face as I decide I can progress with my plan. I swiftly reach around his thigh and pull his leg outwards towards mine and in doing so, give myself a little more room to operate within. He snaps his head to look at me, but I only continue to maintain my gaze directly ahead, my hand reaching back to palm the growing bulge in his pants.

The girls finish their fighting and submit a correct answer. I scratch in another tally next to Astrid's name.

As Harry begins to recite his next question, I realize that his pants are too tight for my movements to be of much value. Taking a risk, I reach up, carefully unbutton his waistband, and gradually drag his zipper down. Besides Harry's grip tightening around the edge of the table considerably, he doesn't make any attempt to stop me. I endeavour to pull the front of his jeans down by a bit and find that he sits up, allowing me to do so faster. I smirk again.

The front of his jeans are now pulled down to the tops of his thighs, and only his briefs are left to cover him. His bulge is now significantly more prominent and I know I definitely misjudged just how big he actually is.

I find I can make out the top of his length now and rub his tip through his underwear teasingly. I know I have to make him feel as good as he made me feel the other night and desperately attempt to recall everything I've learned through my years of experience.

Harry sucks in a harsh breath again, masking the sound with a small cough. I sigh in satisfaction and begin to let my fingers wander just under the hem of his underwear.

I have to tally in another score as the girls sitting up on stage come to yet another conclusion. Harry begins to read out another question from the list before him.

He begins- "What's the name of the-" but as he does so I dip my hand into his briefs and grab his length in my hand, effectively cutting him off. He lets out a squeak of surprise and excuses himself.

"Sorry! Something caught in my throat! What's the name of the band I'm in currently?" He finishes, his knuckles now completely white thanks to his firm grip on the table. I can't help the small giggle that escapes me.

The girls begin their debate and I tighten my grip by the slightest, before moving my fist up and down his length. He's definitely, by far, the largest I've ever felt- and by a considerable margin, too. I gulp with desire. Flicking my thumb over his head a couple times, I gather the beads of pre-come beginning to form and twist my wrist in the way I've come to know that guys love, continuing my assault.

Harry's breathing is much heavier than normal now and I can feel his legs twitching from beside me. I carry on as fast as I possibly can without drawing too much attention to my movements underneath the table. Hopefully it will be enough. Harry lets out a quiet sigh, leaning back in his chair slowly, releasing the table now.

I'm forced to write in another tally, but manage to keep my hand still steadily moving against Harry's length. I do all I can to rile him up and can clearly tell it's working. I don't want to cause a scene, but I sense I'm losing a little bit of my control as I hear Harry's shallow, uneven breaths and feel his soft skin in my hand.

"What was my first job?" Harry questions, sounding a little breathless, but fairly normal considering the circumstances. I pray that no one will notice anything amiss if they're not listening for it like I am. I can hear the little sighs and grunts Harry lets out, unnoticeable to everyone except for me. At this revelation the familiar twinge of warmth in my gut occurs once more, now 10 times stronger.

I maintain my gaze straight ahead, feeling Harry's body tensing next to me as I pick up the pace and tighten my grip by just the tiniest bit, working his head more than anything else with calculated, fast movements.

Another 10 seconds pass and one of the girls is about to conclude her answer when Harry stills, shuts his eyes for a moment, and his body lurches forward by just the tiniest bit. A small grunt escapes him, but other than that, he remains silent. I internally applaud his effort.

I can feel the strings of cum shoot from his tip and hit the fabric of his boxers. I wait until he's come down from his high to remove my hand and pull his pants back up for him. I zip his jeans, button the waistband, and let my hand move once more to rest atop my own thigh. I'm forced to wipe my hand off on the underside of the tablecloth, but don't bother feeling bad for ruining it.

Harry shifts and I can sense his shoulders bouncing up and down beside me, before I realize he's laughing, a huge smile on his face. I chuckle in return, but we're both forced back to reality as Christie rings a bell and shouts her answer. I scribble in another tally.

Another 20 questions are asked while Harry and I sit next to each other, giddy smiles covering both our faces, even though there's been barely any communication between us. Finally, the dumb contest is over and, thankfully, Christie won, not Astrid.

Everyone stands and the audience cheers. Harry and I walk together towards the girls and I can tell that the producers are going to give us a break. The girls all chat amongst themselves while Harry strolls up to a woman with a headset. I'm just close enough to be within earshot of their conversation-

"Hey, I need to go to the washroom." Harry informs her.

"Why? We're back on in 5 minutes." The producer grumbles, glancing up from her phone for a split-second to answer him.

"Yeah, well, I need to go to the washroom." Harry retorts, annoyed with the producers attitude. I would be, too.

"But-"

"-It's an emergency." Harry sighs sarcastically before turning around and letting his eyes rest on me. I watch him, confused for a second, before I realize why he has to go to the washroom. I've bloody well made a mess in his briefs.

I burst out laughing and Harry's eye crinkle with humour.

"Fine, it's down the block around the corner. Be quick." The producer snaps before stalking away. I wonder why they have to be so rude and don't like that they're as mean to Harry as they are to the rest of us.

I now stand with the group of women and join their conversation.

"Charlotte, you're so lucky you got to sit with Harry." Jessica groans from next to me. Here we go; I knew this issue would come up again. I look around the circle we stand in and feel the jealous, judgemental stares boring into me.

"Are you kidding me? You guys are the lucky ones. I didn't get to compete for any extra time with him!" I cry out, trying to explain away Harry's stupid decision once again.

"Yeah but-"

"You should be happy that he didn't choose you! That means he wants a chance to spend more time with you. I feel like since he chose me he didn't want me to get any extra time- we didn't even talk." I attempt to sound forlorn towards the end of my speech. Hopefully the girls will begin to favour their position instead of mine.

I look around the circle once again and, thankfully, acceptance is flashing in nearly everybody's eyes.

"I guess so, I'm sorry that he chose you." Amber responds and I try my best to nod melancholically, acknowledging her 'apology'. I'm just grateful I was quick enough to come up with a reason to sway their suspicion.

They move onto another topic as I sigh discreetly in relief. Hopefully Harry doesn't pull anymore dumb stunts. He must already know that I'm in shit for being chosen twice this week, or maybe he really is that daft. 

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