(No Control - 40. Truly Madly Deeply)

We finish soundcheck and I'm just about to slip away with the others when Alex shouts my name, and I turn and see him approaching me with Tori and Gillian.

"Can we have a word?" he asks brusquely.

"Um, sure," I reply. I run my hand through my hair nervously and follow him backstage. Niall gives me a smug 'you're in trouble' grin, and I give him the finger behind Alex's back, and he walks off laughing. Lou walks past us and gives me a sympathetic smile.

Alex leads us into a small room and closes the door behind us. Gillian looks annoyed. Tori looks uncomfortable.

"OK, so what the hell was that before?" he asks.

"What?" I ask, playing for time.

He closes his eyes in annoyance.

"Harry, you just held up soundcheck at a stadium where tonight you are going to be playing to thirty two thousand people. We are behind schedule as it is -"

"I know, I'm sorry," I apologise.

"I don't think you get it, Harry. Everyone was waiting for you. The sound engineers, the musicians, the entire production team, the equipment team, your bandmates..."

"I do get it. I'm sorry I made you wait. I just had to finish that call. It was only a few minutes."

"Harry, we can't afford a few minutes when we're playing venues like this!" Gillian intervenes. "It's embarrassing! It looked so unprofessional. This was not a great first impression to the stadium."

"Sorry," I say, humbly.

"I hope you are," Alex begins again. "I really do not want a repeat of this. Ever."

"I won't," I promise, and then zone out as he and Gillian moan at me for a further ten minutes.

When they've finally finished bollocking me I open the door to find Lou waiting outside nervously.

"Are you alright?" she whispers. "Alex was fizzing before."

"Yeah, I know," I say, wryly. "I've heard all about it."

"Why were you so late?" she asks as we walk down the corridor to my dressing room.

I tell her about the video on Twitter, and about Jess's brother answering the phone.

"So I couldn't just cut the guy short, could I?" I finish. "I had to make a good first impression."

Lou is staring at me.

"What?" I ask.

"So let me get this straight. You held up a stadium soundcheck that was already was behind schedule to make a good impression on the brother of a girl you've met twice?"

"Three times," I correct her. "And yeah. He's your typical overprotective big brother. I didn't want to get on the wrong side of him."

"Interesting," Lou winks.

"No, it's not," I say, rolling my eyes and feeling a self-conscious smile spread across my face. "It's far from interesting. It's boring. Not worth commenting on."

"But I'm going to anyway."

"Of course you are," I sigh.

We enter my dressing room and Lou shuts the door behind us.

"Why is it so important to make a good impression on this guy?" she asks.

I shrug. "I like her."

"You think it could really go somewhere?" Her eyes are wide.

"I dunno." I run my hand through my hair. "Everyone is telling me it can't, it's a bad idea, I don't know her, but... I feel like I do know her. I can't stop thinking about her. More than I should be at this stage in our... relationship? I mean, I can't even call it that because I don't even know what it is. It's complicated. I don't know."

I'm just thinking out loud now, but Lou is watching me intently.

"I just really want to see where it goes," I say with a sigh. "And I can't wait to see her next week."

She smiles at me and gives me a hug.

"I'm really, really pleased for you, darling," she says warmly. "I hope it works out how you want it to."

"So do I," I mutter, as I hug her back. "So do I."

Lou leaves a couple of minutes later and immediately I pull my phone out to text Jess. I hesitate for a moment and then decide to call her instead. I've got a couple of hours before the show. I pace the room while it rings, suddenly nervous in case her psycho brother answers.

Thankfully it's Jess's voice I hear.

"Hi."

"Hey," I say in relief. "Have you sorted things out with your brother yet?"

"We're not speaking," she says flatly.

Oh no. That can't be good. Did I mess up?

"Why not?" I ask.

"Are you joking?" she says. "He had no right taking my phone like that, asking you all those questions..."

"It's fine. He's your big brother, I get it." I hope he can somehow hear me sticking up for him. "Are you having a good weekend apart from that?"

"Um, yeah, it's OK," she replies, but she sounds a bit off. "I've had a load of questions from Maddie about you and me, but nothing I couldn't handle."

"Oh yeah, she's another fan, isn't she," I remember, and I launch myself over the back of the sofa in my dressing room and land with a thump in a horizontal position.

"Yeah, she's the reason I'm a fan," she explains. "What's that noise?"

"What noise?"

"That rustling and a thump."

"Oh, probably just me getting comfy on the sofa," I say, embarrassed that I sound like a bull in a china shop. "I'm in my dressing room and I've got a few hours to kill before we're due on stage. I thought I'd hang out with you for a bit."

"You're not running for the hills after the Spanish Inquisition then?" she says after a moment.

What does she mean? Her brother? I'm confused.

"No - what do you mean?"

"IthoughtCalvinmighthavescaredyouoff," she mutters.

Is she for real? I'm momentarily speechless.

"Are you winding me up?" I ask finally, and I hear her sigh.

"No. Just forget it."

Why on earth would she think I'd be scared off by that conversation? I mean, I was a bit scared, but not scared off.

"Why would you think that?" I ask, fiddling with a button on my shirt.

"You just seemed in a hurry to get off the phone before," she mumbles, and I start to laugh.

"Yeah, I was. I was getting screamed at by the management. I was holding up sound check."

"Oh, sorry," she says quietly, and something in her tone tells me she thinks I am fobbing her off.

I laugh at the memory of the roasting I've just had. It's funny now it's over.

"Seriously, Jess," I begin. "I'd just seen that video of you on Twitter- we'll come back to that in a minute - and just as I started to phone you to warn you, we got called for sound check. I was only intending to tip you off about it quickly, but then your brother answered and started questioning me and I didn't think it would go down well if I cut him off."

"Why would you care what he thinks?" she wants to know.

I'm not sure I'm ready to share my thoughts on all this yet. I don't want to put pressure on us before it's even got off the ground. I know from experience that anyone who gets involved with me gets a tough time.

"I just do," I mutter vaguely. "So I weighed up what would be worse; holding up the entire sound check for The Sevens Stadium, or making a bad first impression on your brother."

"So you held up sound check...?" she breathes.

"Yeah. They pulled me to one side after we were finished and I got bollocked about it for like ten minutes."

"I'm so sorry," she says fervently.

"It's fine." I wave my hand, forgetting she can't see me. "I'd rather have management pissed off with me than your brother."

"I'm never letting him near my phone ever again," she declares, and I laugh quietly. I hope for my sake she stands by this promise.

"So what are you doing tonight?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Deflecting questions about you from my crazy 15 year old sister and a bunch of her friends," she replies immediately. "She's having a sleepover tonight, so they'll be squealing and pestering me until the early hours, no doubt."

"Who's her favourite?" I wonder.

"Niall. And you as well, but I think Niall's just got the edge."

I want to ask if I'm her favourite, but I know she'll only wind me up about Louis, so I go in on the offensive instead.

"Will you be showing them your dance routines?"

She clears her throat, and I've come to recognise this as a sign she's embarrassed.

"I think I've done enough dancing for one day," she says faintly.

"I thought you looked hot," I say huskily. "How come you never told me you could dance like that?"

"Oh please," she says, knocking me down as usual. "I was messing about. I do it all the time at home."

I chuckle as she stops dead, and I have a feeling she didn't mean to admit that.

"Really?" I tease. "You're really good, you know. And you can sing."

What I want to say is, I was practically hard watching the video, but I'm trying not to come across as a complete perv.

"Yeah, well I had dance lessons when I was younger," she explains.

Fucking hell that's sexy. The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them.

"That's really sexy."

"Stop trying to embarrass me," she almost whispers.

"I'm not," I protest, but the thought that she's gone all shy on the phone to me again makes me smile.

"I'm changing the subject," she declares, and I chuckle. "Are you excited for the last show?"

"Yes, it's going to be great," I say, still smiling. "I'm looking forward to the break though."

"When do you fly home?" she asks.

"Tomorrow night. I'm flying straight out to LA," I tell her. "Louis is staying in Dubai for a bit - he's got some of his mates from home flying out to join him. Liam and Niall are flying back to the UK though. Liam's dying to see Sophia. He's really missed her."

I expect her to ask me about the others, but to my surprise she doesn't.

"Have you got any plans?" she asks.

"Well, I've got someone coming to stay with me for a week," I tease.

"Oh yeah? Who's that?" she teases back.

"No one you know," I joke.

"Ah, she's a lucky girl," she replies, and my spirits soar.

But I can't resist catching her off guard.

"How do you know it's a girl?" I tease, and there's a pause at the other end.

"Oh - God - I thought you meant me," she stammers, and I laugh.

"I did," I say gleefully. "I was just playing with you."

"Git," she says, and I laugh harder. "I can easily cancel my flight, you know."

"You won't," I say confidently.

"Try me," she challenges.

"You wouldn't want to miss what I've got in store for you," I say cryptically.

"Oh really? And that would be...?"

Ha, I know I've got her attention now.

"Wait and see."

I like being mysterious.

"OK," she smiles, and I make a mental note to set the wheels in motion with my idea as soon as I can.

We chat for a bit longer before the door to my dressing room opens and Liam, Louis and Niall walk in.

"Told you he'd be on the phone - and I bet I can guess who to," Louis says immediately, and I give him the finger.

"I'd better go, the others are here," I tell Jess. "We're gonna hang out for a bit before we go on."

"OK," she says. "Have a great last show."

"Will do. I'll text you."

"I might reply, in between washing my hair and painting my nails," she says airily.

"You'll reply," I say cockily, and she laughs.

"Bye, Harry."

I hang up the phone and grin at the others.

"You're surprisingly chipper for someone who got their ears chewed off by Alex and Gillian," Louis remarks.

"That's because he's in luuurrrrrve," Liam sings.

I roll my eyes.

"Shut up, no I'm not."

"How's Jess?" Louis asks.

"She's good," I grin.

"You're fucking whipped, boy," Louis says in disbelief.

I roll my eyes again. "I'm not whipped. I'm just smiling. I like her. End of."

"She is fucking hot," Louis nods.

I resist the urge to tell him to keep his comments to himself.

"So listen, I was thinking," I begin. "Jess is coming over to LA for a week next week -"

"No way!" Louis gapes. "You kept that quiet - how come you never said?"

He's a sarcastic twat.

"Fuck off," I tell him.

"No - seriously," he says, his eyes wide, turning to Niall, "Nialler - did you know about this?"

"News to me," Niall says, with a perfectly straight face. "Liam, did Harry tell you he's invited a girl called Jess to his house in LA?"

"Who's Jess?" Liam asks innocently. "I haven't heard about her."

"No, you probably haven't, Harry doesn't mention her very often," Louis continues.

"You're a bunch of dickheads," I say flatly.

"I mean, only like once or twice -"

"An hour."

"A minute."

"All fucking day."

"Alright!" I say exasperatedly, and they all fall about laughing. "You fucking pricks. Just listen, will you?"

I wait while they cackle away for another minute, and then plunge in with both feet.

"OK, so you know she's a fan?"

"Who?" Louis asks.

"Jess," Niall tells him seriously. "You might not have heard of her. Harry took her on a couple of dates at the beginning of March."

I sigh and close my eyes as Louis says, "Oh really? No, I haven't heard of her. She's a fan, you say?"

"Forget it," I mutter, getting up as they all fall about laughing again.

"No, Haz, I'm sorry, we'll be serious now," Louis laughs. "Scout's honour."

"Didn't you get kicked out of the Scouts?" Liam asks.

Louis waves his hand. "Details. Go on, H."

I sit back down. "OK, so when she comes over I was wondering if any of you wanna come to mine and meet her? Like for a day or something? Just chill out and hang out with us?"

"Fucking hell - you're championing private Meet and Greets now?" Louis says with wide eyes, and I get up and walk off as they all cackle once again.

"I'm in," Liam calls, but I can still hear the grin in his voice. "We can do some recording while we're in LA."

"I can't that week," Niall says. "I've got stuff on. Sorry man."

"It's OK," I smile.

"Tommo's in, aren't you?" Liam says.

"He's not fucking invited," I say, and they all laugh again.

"Are you joking? I'm coming whether I'm invited or not," Louis chuckles. "I want to see Harry in action. She's a babe and he's got zero chill. People pay to watch shit like that."

"Stop calling her a babe," I tell him.

"Why? She fucking is. If you can't see it, I certainly can."

"Yes, I can see it," I snap. "I didn't call Eleanor a babe in front of you."

"I'd like to draw everyone's attention to two points here," Louis says immediately, grinning. "One - maybe not in front of me, but you know you thought El was hot. And two - it's interesting you're comparing Jess to Eleanor, when Eleanor was my girlfriend." He smirks.

"I'm not even dignifying that with a response," I snap, turning away as they all laugh.

"I'll text you to arrange it," Liam says, and I nod.

.....

The last show goes well, but we're all relieved when it's finished and our break officially starts. We get on the bus wearily with Lou and Tori, and Niall flops down next to me.

"Sorry I can't make it to LA next week," he says.

"It's alright," I say. "You've got plans, it's cool."

"I would have liked to have met her though," he says. "Seeing as you seem so into her."

I smile and he pauses for a moment.

"Isn't it weird, dating a fan?" he asks suddenly. "I mean, like, does she go all star struck around you or anything?"

"No, it's not weird, and no she doesn't," I say. "She's so indifferent, sometimes I wonder whether she really is a fan."

"Really? How do you mean?" Niall asks.

I hesitate, not wanting him to take the piss out of me. Then I decide I don't care, and I could do with his advice.

"I dunno, like, she just slays me constantly with the banter. Just when I think she's into me, she gets me with a one-liner and I'm left wondering if I've read her all wrong, y'know?"

"Really? That's cool," Niall says.

"Sometimes it's not," I admit. "I still don't know if she's that interested. And if she hadn't told me she was a fan, I would never know she was."

"Are you sure she is?"

"Yeah," I nod. "Definitely. She took her sister to a concert a couple of years back and that's how she started liking us. Hey," I said, a thought striking me, "you wouldn't do me a favour would you?"

"Sure, what?"

"Would you call her little sister and say hi? You're her favourite, apparently. And she's got friends over tonight for some girly sleepover or something. Jess said they would be pestering her about us. I reckon she'd be so chuffed if she could speak to you."

"Course, man," Niall says, sliding his phone out of his pocket. "What's her number?"

"I'll give you Jess's," I say, pulling my phone out too.

Louis is watching us with interest as I read out Jess's number and Niall types it into his phone.

"What's her sister's name?" he asks.

"Maddie," I reply, grinning.

I hope Jess doesn't think this is a wind up. What if she doesn't believe it's Niall?

"Hi, is that Jess?" Niall says into the phone. Then his eyebrows shoot up practically to his hairline. "Hey, you recognised my voice?!" he says in disbelief, and turns to me. "Harry, she knew it was me!" he says, and I chuckle at his face, and the fact that Jess knows Niall's voice from 'Hi is that Jess.'

She's definitely a fan.

"How are you?" Niall asks, and they exchange pleasantries for a minute before he says, "So, I hear your little sister is a bit of a fan? It's Maddie, isn't it? So, I was wondering if I could say hi to her?"

He pauses for about ten seconds, and then screams start coming from his speaker and he pulls his phone away from his ear. Louis and Liam grin.

"Is that a yes?" he laughs, and then after a pause says, "Hey Maddie, it's Niall from One Direction."

The screams are deafening again - the whole bus can hear them. Lou and Tori exchange looks and I grin out of the window as I picture in my head a girl who looks like Jess only younger, jumping around screaming.

Niall chats to her for a bit about the show, and the tour, and his plans for the break, and then asks her what her favourite song is, and if she's coming to seeing us, and how school is going - standard stuff.

When he rings off he grins at me, and I grin back.

"Thanks, mate," I tell him.

"No problem. Always up for earning you brownie points with your girlfriend," he winks.

"She's not my girlfriend," I smile.

"Yeah yeah, give it a week," he grins. "And make sure you crack one off before she arrives this time, yeah? Don't be a let down."

"Fuck off!" I say, embarrassed.

I've done enough of that lately, between you and me.

My phone beeps and it's a message from Jess:

That was amazing! Maddie is beside herself. Thank you xxx

Three kisses - get in!

As if you recognised Niall's voice!!! xxxxxx, I reply, raising the stake and putting six kisses back.

Niall's phone chirps and he grins at me.

"Your bird's just texted me," he says. "'Hey, it's Jess. You just made my sister's day! Thank you so much.' Smiley face." He looks at me. "Awwwww."

"Ha. Made her day more like," I laugh. "She put any kisses on that text?"

"Um, yeah, like four or five," he says, and I feel myself frown. "Kidding, man. Your face!" He starts laughing again.

"Very funny," I mutter.

"No chill," Louis teases, and I had forgotten he'd been listening all along.

......

I land in LA on Monday, and the first thing I do once I'm home and settled is call Angela at Modest in London and ask her to arrange a driver to collect Jess on Friday morning to take her to the airport. I call Karen straight after, and tell her I want to be waiting for Jess at this end, and she tries to talk me out of it, like I knew she would. But there's just no way I'm waiting at home and letting her get collected by my security team, like everyone wants me to.

Karen isn't happy, but there's nothing she can do.

I text Jess and let her know, and then I text Ed Sheeran, whom I know is going to be around next week. He's in New Zealand at the moment but he told me a while ago he plans to be in LA in between his shows in New Zealand and South America. I just hope he hasn't changed his mind.

He texts me back and tells me he will be around, and asks if I want to come to his private gig next Friday. I ask him if I can bring a plus one, and he immediately rings me.

"Who do you want to bring?" he asks when I answer, and I feel an embarrassed smile forming on my lips.

I take a deep breath and tell him all about Jess, and he's silent for about ten minutes as I talk. By the time I finish I'm worried he's fallen asleep or something.

"Wow," he says, finally. "That's awesome, mate. She sounds great."

"You're not going to try and talk me out of it?" I ask uncertainly.

"Course not. From everything you've said it's obvious you like her, and she sounds really down to earth. I'm pleased for you. And I can't wait to meet her. Bring as many people down to the gig as you want."

"Nice one, cheers," I say. "It'll be good to catch up."

Ed laughs. "I'm not playing third wheel on your date. But it'll be great to see you. Just let me know who you want to bring and I'll sort it."

I ring off, and text Liam to see if he and Louis are still coming, and he texts back straight away to confirm they will be here on Thursday. I know he hadn't planned on coming over to LA this soon, and he has arranged this because I invited him, and I'm touched that he has made the effort. Louis, as well, although he's saying he's only coming to watch me embarrass myself around Jess, but it still means a lot that he's flying all this way.

I know Jess is going to freak when she meets them, so I'm going to keep it under wraps and surprise her with it at the last minute. It will be epic.

I text her as I'm watching TV on Thursday night, as the car should have picked her up by now, and let her know I'll be waiting for her at LAX. She responds straight away to say she's in the car now, and I wonder which driver she's got.

I tell her to let me know if anyone recognises her at Heathrow so I can be on my guard for the paps at this end, and then switch all the lights out and head up to bed. I'm just getting comfy when she texts me back:

Will do. What are you doing? xx

Just got into bed ;) xx, I reply. I can't wait till she's here next to me.

Stop it xx, she replies.

Stop what? ;) xx

I know exactly what, but I love flirting with her on text like this.

WINKING. TALKING ABOUT YOUR BED. PUTTING MORE THAN ONE KISS ON YOUR TEXTS x, I get a couple of minutes later.

I love it that I can rattle her like this. I love it when she lets her guard down.

What's wrong with my bed? ;) xxxxxx, I ask, deliberately doing all the things she's asked me not to do.

I know what you're doing xx

She's always onto me. I love that, as well.

I don't know what you mean ;), I type back. This bed is a bit big for just one person ;) xxxxx

You're not playing fair xx, she replies.

You keep putting 2 kisses anyway xxx, I remind her.

Only because you did xx, she says.

I'm grinning stupidly at my phone.

Haha ok if you say so. You looking forward to the flight? xxx, I ask.

I'm going to try and sleep. I was awake most of the night x

Awww, was she too excited to sleep? I hope I can sleep tonight.

Too excited? ;) xxx, I tease.

Something like that x, comes the reply.

Oh. Why do I have the feeling there's more to it? Is she nervous about seeing me again?

I send back ? xxx and hope she elaborates.

Just afraid of sleeping in and missing my alarm x she says.

I wonder if she thinks I'm expecting her to stay in my bed, and maybe she doesn't want to? Her brother asked me where she would be sleeping didn't he - what if she told him I'm just assuming she wants to?

How do I word this?

OK. Don't be nervous or anything. There's no pressure when you get here. I mean it xxx

I hope she gets what I mean.

? x, she replies.

She doesn't get what I mean. Fuck.

I spend a few minutes composing a reply that doesn't sound pathetic.

I mean there's no pressure to do anything you don't want to do. With me xxx, I finally send.

A couple of minutes pass before I get a reply, and it's a picture message. Is it going to be a selfie?

I open it up and it's a picture of me from a few years ago, standing on a stage with my arms behind my head with the words 'Let's play a fun game. Try to resist banging me.'

I laugh out loud - I have never seen this before.

Hahaha! What the hell is that?! We can play that if you really want...? xxx, I reply.

Is she trying to say she can't resist me?

It's about twenty minutes before she replies and I'm just starting to fall asleep.

Ahem! First class??????

Ah, she's been checking in.

Well you wouldn't let me pay for your flight xx, I reply.

It's another twenty minutes or so before she replies again.

You are seriously amazing. Thank you so much xxxx

Four kisses. This is good.

:) xxxx, I send back.

I lay in bed smiling at my phone again, and a few minutes later I get another picture message - a selfie this time, of Jess with a champagne flute sitting at the bar in presumably the first class lounge. She looks stunning.

I hold my phone out in front of me, smile, and snap a picture. I look half asleep, but I send it to her anyway.

I just lost the game xxx, she replies.

What game?

What game? xxx, I ask.

Trying to resist banging you ;) xxx

Oh my God. I can't believe she's just said that. I love it when she's open and forward with me like this. I'm actually blushing.

Oh.... now you're making me blush! xxx

Yeah right. You don't blush xxx

And we're back to normal again.

It seems I do xxx, I insist. Why does she never believe me? Do I come across as really insincere or something? Maybe I need to work on that.

I jerk awake when another text comes through.

I've just boarded. Oh my God, this is unreal. And as far as I can tell, no one has recognised me xxx

Glad you like it :) , I reply. Have a great flight and I'll see you in 12 hours xxx

I'm so glad I get to sleep while she's on her way here. I'd just be a nervous, fidgety mess if I had to wait all day for her flight to arrive.

I wake up the following morning before my alarm and get straight in the shower. I'm nervous already. It takes me ages to decide what to wear. I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard. I eventually settle on a plain white t-shirt that's quite fitted, and black skinny jeans.

You can never go wrong with black skinnies.

I pull on a pair of ankle boots and wait nervously for security to arrive.

I fidget all the way to the airport, and slip my sunglasses on as we arrive at the back entrance and get escorted into Arrivals. We hover away from everyone, but with a good view of the doors. When the first few people start to walk through we move forward a bit and I fold my arms across my chest, then decide this looks like I'm nervous. I fiddle with my bottom lip, before pulling my hands away impatiently and hooking my thumbs into the front pockets of my jeans.

I scan the crowd waiting for Jess to appear, and suddenly I catch sight of her. Her eyes lock on me straight away and my heart stops. My stomach lurches and I swallow hard.

"That's her - blonde hair, black biker jacket," I mutter to Dale and Steve, and we walk towards her.

I can't take my eyes off her. She doesn't take her eyes from me.

She reaches us and stops. Dale grabs her suitcase and she slips her bag strap over her head and Steve takes it from her.

"Hey," I greet her casually, but my smile gives me away.

"Hi," she replies. "Thanks," she says gratefully to Steve.

Fuck, I wish these butterflies in my stomach would calm down.

"The car's outside, let's go," I hear myself say, and she turns towards the exit.

I reach out and gently touch her back to guide her in the right direction, past the waiting families and outside into the heat.

"Harry," a shout rings out as we approach my waiting car. "Harry! Harry Styles!"

We walk quicker and Mike jumps out of the car and opens the door for us. I jump in behind Jess and Steve and Dale put her cases in the boot before jumping in the car too and sliding the door shut behind us.

I pull off my sunglasses and look at Jess, who is looking flushed.

"Hey," I say again, feeling giddy. I know I'm smirking but I can't help it. I can't believe she's actually here.

"Hey," she says back, grinning.

"Good flight?" I ask.

I've waited nearly a month to see her and I'm asking her about her flight? I should be pressing my lips onto hers.

She nods and she's leaning towards me at the same time I'm leaning towards her. My heart is pounding.

Suddenly she stops, and drops her eyes down to my lips, then back to my eyes again.

FUCK that's hot.

"It's really good to see you," I whisper, and I kiss her before I bottle it.

Yeah right.

Like I could have stopped myself.

I've got no control around this girl.

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Sooo.... paris_dreams13 she's finally in LA, I know you have been waiting for this for a while!!

I'll try and update as often as I can but these next ten chapters are all really long so they will take me longer to write! Thanks for the reads, votes and comments everyone! :) xxx