The guys are all hanging out on black leather couches constructed with regal wood accents. The seating choice is in stark contrast to the contemporary vibe of the club. Strangely it works in this space, mostly because it looks like it's made for royalty. I'm sure that's why they chose to use it because it seems that only celebrities and their guests are allowed in this section. There's even added security guards keeping a watchful eye making sure unwanted individuals are kept away.

The lighting is subtle giving a certain amount of privacy. Yet it's bright enough to see the features of all four men who are waiting to greet us as we're waved past security.

They introduce themselves one by one, each of them giving us a sweet embrace. I think it's cute, it's almost like the meet and greets from their concerts that I've seen videos of. They seem like they're complete gentlemen which is very welcoming. My heart melts from the sound of their voices, I'm a damn sucker for English and Irish accents. The fluidity and intonation is different than most American accents, I find the contrast appealing.

"Evening beautiful ladies, I'm Louis Tomlinson."

A sing song English accent rolls off his tongue and he flashes a flirtatious smile. Louis is on the shorter side and despite the hint of facial hair his demeanor is that of a sweet, yet hyper, little boy, I think he's precious.

"I'm Liam and it is a pleasure to meet you."

He has a soothing and sexy British tone. His smile is infectious, it's adorable how he crinkles the corners of his eyes at the slightest hint of happiness. He appears to have a rather toned upper body and I'm drawn to the amazing chevron tattoos leading down the back of his forearm.

The band member with the intensely blue eyes, and unkempt frosted blonde hair comes towards us after patiently waiting to introduce himself. He appears to be enthralled with Sam, as he's making eyes at her. She stands an inch taller than him in her heels but that doesn't seem to intimidate him in the least.

"I'm Niall, do you think you could dance with me sometime tonight?"

He forwardly asks in his Irish brogue, it's so sweet the way he can't stop smiling at her.

I think Sam is mutually interested. She winks back at him as a silent acceptance to his offer.

"Nice to meet you Niall, I'm Sam and this is Willow."

Harry has been patiently waiting to make his introduction. He looks a bit nervous which I find adorable, although strange. Why would he be afraid to talk to someone like me?

"Hi, I'm Harry Styles, and you look amazing."

He's gazing into my eyes then he freezes realizing he just made an incredibly awkward greeting. His face turns all shades of red as he runs his long, slender fingers through his brown curls trying to calm his nerves.

I softly look back into his heavenly green eyes trying to melt his tension. I bite my lower lip and smile shyly from his unexpected confession. He's still not settled, so he shoves his hands in the pockets of his skintight jeans. He has to do something to keep his hands still. I'm not even sure how he managed to squeeze his hands in there because these jeans look like they're painted on his thighs.

I can see everything inside them, including but not limited to his thick leg muscles. His chest is peeking out from under a crisp blue button-down shirt. There is a simple cross necklace hanging between his pecs and his skin is glowing. He's breathtaking, and even more attractive in person.

Of the four, he's the most appealing to me. There's something about his beautiful chocolate curls that drape down his back, his broad chest and shoulders, the subtle hints that he's a bad boy with his tattoos, and seductive smile.

Yet his aura radiates genuine compassion as well. There's even a bit of awkwardness to him which makes him even more endearing. I'm fascinated by everything about him, including his voice. It's pure sexuality with the power to wet the panties of any straight woman or any damn woman for that matter. Every word that comes out of his mouth is pure ecstasy. I have no other words to describe it.

I'm thankful Louis finally interrupts our interaction, because our eyes had completely locked.

"It's Harry's 21st birthday, you'll be joining us to celebrate, right? It looks like you both need another drink." Louis politely motions to get the attention of the cocktail waitress. "Willow what are you drinking there eh? And Sam, would you like another beer or something a little stronger?"

Sam gives him a thumbs up for suggesting something stronger. And I need some liquid courage as well.

"I'll take something a little stronger too, you pick."

Louis bounces with excitement because we've given him free reign to choose this round of drinks. This decision may have been a mistake but it's not like I'm thinking clearly right now.

I can't believe it's Harry's 21st birthday. It's sinful the things I want to do to him. Thankfully my dirty thoughts are temporarily derailed by Harry's kind gesture of offering me a place to sit right beside him. I accept, sitting close enough that our thighs are gently touching. I'm surprised that I'm feeling a little bashful. It's not like me to be shy. I want to ask him to dance but he keeps reeling me back into deep verbal exchanges.

Conversation with Harry is effortless, the topics of discussion flow from one to another flawlessly. We spend most of our time talking about our musical and career interests. We're just in our own little world.

I haven't mentioned my girls yet. I'm not sure it's necessary considering I'm never going to see him again. I don't want to scare him away, telling him tales of being a single mother. I just want to spend the rest of my evening with him. I'm not ashamed of being a mother, I'm just not sure how he'll react.

"Right now I'm working as an assistant to athletic talent rep. I enjoy it, but someday I want to manage my own clients."

"So, do you want to continue working with athletes or another group of clientele?"

"I'd like to explore my options, but ultimately musicians would be the client base I'm looking for."

"Oh really, why is that?"

He asks curiously.

"Well, the music business is so much more diverse than the acting community. Look at the hundreds of genres that we're exposed to each day. I think I'd enjoy having an assorted client base. I'm a huge concert buff too, the energy is electrifying, and I can't get enough of it. I can't even imagine what it's like for you to experience that on stage almost every night. It must be amazing."

"The vibe is a little different performing on stage vice being the one in the crowd, but I love every minute of it. If the crowds will let me, I'll do this until the day I die. And when I'm up there in front of all those people, I'm given a kind of love that I didn't think was possible. I adore our fans; but it gets lonely sometimes though. I always have that nagging question in the back of my mind, will I ever truly be loved on a personal level?"

I offer a sympathetic smile.

"Harry that's heartbreaking."

"I know, but it's hard to know when someone genuinely loves you for who you are and not what you represent as a celebrity."

"Wow, I don't even know what to say."

My face saddens and a little tear slips down my cheek.

"Hey, don't worry about me. I know that if and when I meet the right one, things will just happen the way they're supposed to. I'm fine, I promise."

"You really do have a good attitude for all that you've been through over the years. You seem like a rare breed Mr. Harry Styles."

"So I've been told."

"Now it's your turn, tell me about what you want in your future. What kind of plans do you have? Are you a workaholic? Do want to settle down with a husband and children someday?"

Well shit this conversation just took an interesting turn. Harry is becoming more inquisitive which is making me nervous. I'm not good at giving simple yes or no answers and I'm a horrible liar. Moral of the story, I think I have to tell him about my girls.

"It's funny you ask..." I pause because I'm a little apprehensive to have this conversation. "...I have two children. Two daughters actually, Lark is twelve and Lily is eight."

I search his eyes and body language for any sign of a fight or flight response. And there's nothing except a warm smile and acceptance.

"I'm sure they're beautiful if they look anything like their mother."

Harry stares deep into my eyes and sheepishly bites the corner of his mouth. His eyes are a magical shade of green and they're absolutely hypnotizing. He places his hand gently on top of  mine which makes each one of  my nerve endings fire simultaneously. That was a spark, an actual connection, and it was completely unexpected. I'm sure it was all in my head though, so I quickly try to push that idea out of my mind.

No matter how I spin this I'm undeniably drawn to him, dare I say connected. It's insane; there are so many things wrong with the way tonight is playing out. I'm seven years older than Harry, I've told myself on numerous occasions that I'm not interested in getting involved with anyone, and most importantly I'm a fool if I think he would want to be caught up in a relationship with a single mother.

It's best for both of us that I change the mood, this emotionally charged conversation has to end. I need to get out of my head. Being flirty and seductive is much easier to navigate than being open and vulnerable.

I retrieve my thoughts from earlier, wanting to do naughty things with him for the night and then move on with my life. I've adjusted the mood of my stare to pure lust and desire. His body is squirming, he knows that I'm undressing him in my mind. I bite my lower lip and slide my hand from his knee all the way up his thigh and gently massage.

"Does the birthday boy want to dance with me now?"

Immediately beads of sweat form on his forehead. I wipe a bit of it off with the side of my thumb while I tuck a few loose strands of hair behind his ear. It becomes obvious that he's aroused, because I can feel his dick twitching as I massage his leg.

Harry regains his composure to forwardly ask.

"What are you waiting for? I'm all yours."