(No Control - 16. Stole My Heart)

We drive along the road and Jess pulls her phone out of her pocket and throws it in her bag with a tut, a little impatiently.

Uh oh - has she seen my Twitter follow? Is she pissed off?

My stomach lurches nervously at the idea of her being annoyed with me. I don't know why - I've already decided I can't see her again after today.

Or instead, I could just ask for her number.

For fuck's sake Harry, stop being so indecisive.

She looks over at me and our eyes meet as we stop in a queue of traffic. "There's something wrong with it," she says.

What?

Oh, she means her phone.

"What's wrong with it?" I ask.

"Dunno, just keep getting notifications for stuff, like Twitter."

Yep - that's what happens when you get a Harry follow, as the fans call it. Everyone else follows you too.

I've suddenly had an idea. I don't know if I've got the bottle to go through with it though.

The traffic lights up ahead are still on red. This queue won't be moving off for a while yet.

"Want me to take a look?" I offer.

"Um, sure."

She sounds uncertain but - oh my God YES - she hands her phone to me. My heart is pounding as I look down at the screen and see she has Twitter notifications. I tap on the icon. She has over 15,000 followers already. I stifle a laugh. I don't know her very well but I have a feeling she will freak when she sees this. Oh how I wish I could be a fly on the wall when she realises.

I exit Twitter, and sneak a look at her. She's staring out the passenger window, deep in thought. My heart drops as I realise her battery is on 1%. FUCK! I need to be quick.

My palms are sweating as I go to her contacts and quickly punch my number in. What should I save it as? Harry? Not clear enough. It's gonna have to be Harry Styles. I'm nervous, because she doesn't have a password on her phone. If this falls into the wrong hands it will be horrendous.

My head is telling me I am taking far too many risks with this girl, but my thumbs defiantly type my name into her phone. Save.

Phew. My hands are literally shaking.

I hand the phone back to her.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it," I say, hoping my voice isn't giving me away.

She frowns at me. My heart drops again and I quickly look away.

"Really? Why do I keep getting Twitter notifications then?" she asks.

Phew. I smirk and side-glance her. "Maybe you have a new follower or something." I kind of want her to realise what I mean, just so I can see her reaction.

"Are you taking the piss out of my 3 Twitter followers?" Her face is straight but I can tell she's half kidding. Her expression makes me laugh out loud.

"Not at all. Scout's honour!" I was never in the Scouts. Oh well, she doesn't know that.

"Were you even a boy scout?"

Damn.

She's now looking at me with narrowed eyes. She's really funny. I cant help grinning again.

"Well, no... but I'm telling the truth."

Her phone suddenly makes a sound and we both look at it as it switches itself off. We both sigh - Jess probably in frustration, and me in relief that I got my number in there before it died.

Before either of us can say anything my dashboard lights up with a phonecall. I dart a nervous glance in Jess's direction. It's my mum - I can't ignore it. "Hi Mum."

"Hello sweetheart! You're up, then?"

"Yeah, I'm already on my way, I've literally just left."

"Oh, fantastic! I hope you're not too tired," she says. And then (I want to die) - "Did you get a good night's sleep last night?"

I smirk at the irony and out of the corner of my eye I can see Jess looking at me. I clear my throat nervously and give my mum some bull about being fine.

I pray Jess stays quiet next to me. I think she will.

"Well make sure you stop if you get tired," Mum is saying.

"I will, Mum."

"OK love. Don't rush, just get here safely. Robin and Gemma can't wait to see you."

"Yeah I'm looking forward to seeing you all too," I say. I suddenly picture my mum standing in the kitchen and I'm hit with a feeling of longing for home.

"I know. Take care then, see you in a bit."

"Will do. Bye."

"Bye, love."

I disconnect the call and look at Jess.

"Sorry about that," I apologise.

"Don't apologise. Your mum sounds lovely." She's smiling at me, and it makes me smile too.

"Yeah she is. It'll be good to see her. Well, all of them. I'm looking forward to some nice home-cooked meals."

"I bet," she says.

I want to tell my mum about Jess, I think suddenly. I want to ask her what I should do.

I glance at the sat nav. We're 3 minutes away from her flat. Should I ask her for her number? If I do that I'll have to admit I put mine in her phone already. Suddenly I'm regretting that - what an uncool thing to do.

Maybe I should just say Call me? really breezily just before we part, and let her figure out my number is in her phone. Or I could say call me and tell her I put it there.

Maybe I should just ask to see her again.

Ugh, dating fans is never a good idea. What am I even thinking?

She doesn't act like a typical fan though. Maybe she's not, really. Maybe she only said that she was to humour me?

She knew all the words to Best Song Ever, though.

But it's a popular song and it was always on the radio. Even non-fans would probably know it.

She knew the drumbeat to Little White Lies. The exact beat. I still can't believe that. She must be a fan. It's an album track, after all.

Why am I even contemplating all this? Dating a fan is a BAD IDEA.

We pull into a small car park to the side of a building that I'm guessing is Jess's flat.

She unclips her seatbelt and thanks me for the lift.

"You're welcome. I had a really great night," I tell her. I still don't know what to do.

"Yeah, me too," she says. "Sorry about your shirts."

Haha. I'm not.

"I'm not," I tell her, and give her a cheeky wink which makes her smile and blush.

Oh man, she's so cute. She's not making it easy for me to walk away.

I want to kiss her goodbye.

"OK, well, it was nice meeting you," she says in a little shy voice that makes me want to tease her.

"You too," I nod. I hold my hand out, pretending I want to shake her hand. I saw this in a film once - if I can pull it off it will be epic.

She giggles and takes my hand. As soon as my fingers close around hers I pull her towards me and her lips land perfectly on mine.

Oh yes - that was so smooth I want to punch the air with my fist.

She doesn't pull away so I slip my tongue in her mouth and the kiss intensifies.

It's seriously hot.

We kiss for a minute, until little Harry starts to wake up again and I have to break away to avoid any embarrassment. Before I can form any thoughts, she's opening the car door.

"Bye, Harry," she says softly.

"See ya Jess," I reply.

Wait a second - I feel like there's something else I wanted to say to her. What the fuck was it? The kiss seems to have wiped my short term memory.

I watch her get out of the car, shut the door and walk up the steps to her flat. I can't take my eyes off her. But she doesn't look back.

I wait, watching.

If she looks back I will DM her.

Look back, Jess.

She opens the front door, disappears inside, and shuts it behind her.

She didn't look back.

Gutted.

I put the car into gear and pull away, out of the car park and on to the road.

I fiddle with the sat nav and punch in my mum's postcode. I'm not familiar with this part of London and I need to get onto the M1. I drive slowly up Rosslyn Hill, past Carluccio's restaurant.

I never asked her to call me. Fuck.

Why didn't she look back?