(No Control - 65. They Don't Know About Us)

Jess's radio alarm sounds the following morning, and I pull her tightly into my arms and sigh. She snuggles into me, slipping one leg between mine and draping her arm around my waist. This is possibly the best feeling ever. I love her so much.

My heart begins to pound, as I open my mouth to tell her, before I start overthinking and talk myself out of it.

"Fancy a brew?" she murmurs.

I let out the breath I've just taken, and kiss the top of her head. "Yeah, go on then," I reply.

"Stay here, I'll bring it through," she says, sliding out of bed and pulling my t-shirt on. It skims her thighs, and knowing she's naked underneath makes my morning glory throb. I grab my toothbrush out of my bag and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth while she's in the kitchen, and then jump back in bed just before she brings two mugs in.

"Thanks," I murmur as she hands me one, and I set it down on the little table next to my side of the bed. "Come here," I incline my head. "I've got something for you."

"What is it?" she asks, beginning to smile as she climbs onto the bed.

"Close your eyes," I instruct, and she obeys. "Now hold your hand out," I tell her, and she does this too.

Grinning at my own immaturity, I push the covers back, pull my boxers down and kneel up next to her.

"Ready?" I murmur, and she nods, smiling.

I nudge her hand with my erection, and she frowns in confusion before opening her eyes and looking down between us.

"What the fuck, Harry?!" she shouts, and we both start to laugh. I grab her and push her down on the bed and lie on top of her. She's still giggling as I press my lips onto hers.

"I don't know what's so funny," I tease her.

"I don't know why you pulled it away," she fires back. "I thought it was for me?"

I grind my hips against her and she pulls my face down to hers and kisses me, before reaching her hand between our bodies and curling her hand around my length, and rubbing her thumb over my tip. I shudder gently and she smiles into our kiss.

I tug at the bottom of my t-shirt that she is wearing.

"Get this off," I murmur, and she whips it over her head and drops it on the floor.

"I haven't got any condoms," she pants as I dip my head down and slowly graze the tip of my tongue across her nipple.

"Good job I brought a few back with me yesterday then, isn't it?" I murmur, and her hand squeezes my erection gently, making me groan softly. "I can't wait until we don't have to bother with them anymore," I whisper.

"Me too," she whispers back.

Once the condom is on I waste no time in pushing into her, and bury my face in her neck as I thrust my hips, slowly at first, and then with increased pace as her whimpers spur me on. I know she's getting close as her insides squeeze me tighter and tighter and her hips grind against mine. I lift my head and press my mouth onto hers, and she bites down gently on my lip, making me groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Harry," she moans softly, and I feel her tighten again, which tips me over the edge. We both come, holding each other and kissing urgently, until I come to a stop and drop my head onto her shoulder, panting. She strokes my back softly, and after a minute I shift to the side so I am lying on the bed beside her but my head remains on her chest. I listen to the rhythm of her heart, and close my eyes as she strokes my hair gently, her fingertips brushing the side of my cheek. It's so relaxing, I could stay here all day, but we both have things to do.

We get up and I have a quick shower while she makes breakfast. She's meeting Callie for lunch before the Fleetwood Mac concert, and my plan is to head over to Gemma's and make a cake for Stevie Nicks, as it was her birthday yesterday.

"It'll be weird seeing you tonight, being famous Harry," she says as we much our way through a plate of toast between us on the kitchen table. "Especially having to stay away from you."

"I wish it could be different," I sigh. "This is why I can't wait to get things out in the open. I'm tired of having to look over my shoulder every time I'm with you."

"Well, not for much longer," she smiles, and I get a warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"I'll get a car to pick you up after the concert and take you to the afterparty," I tell her. "And I'll still be able to talk to you when we're there, we'll just have to keep it low-key to avoid arousing suspicion."

"I know the drill," she nods. "I won't let you down."

As if she could ever let me down.

Once we've finished breakfast I leave her to get ready, get in my car and drive across London, ringing Karen on the way to ask her to arrange for Jess and her friends to be put onto the guest list later, and request Paul to take them from the O2 to the afterparty because I know Jess likes Paul. When I arrive at Gemma's flat, she's already got the cake ingredients laid out ready, and a recipe book is open and waiting.

"Have you ever made a cake before?" she asks as I wash my hands at the sink.

"No, but it looks easy. And you're a girl, you're bound to be good at it," I tease, earning myself a whip from her teatowel.

"How's Jess?" she asks as she measures out the flour.

"Great," I reply, unable to stop myself from grinning broadly. "She's coming tonight with a friend. I can't wait."

"And your meeting with Modest is tomorrow?" she prompts, tipping in the butter.

"Yeah. Karen wants Jess to sign an NDA, but I've told her no," I tell her, crossing my arms and watching her mix the flour and butter together.

"Don't just stand there - measure out the sugar. Why don't you want her to sign anything?"

"I trust her," I shrug, pouring the sugar out of the bag onto the scales.

"She certainly seems trustworthy, but it wouldn't hurt to have something in place, would it?" she suggests tentatively.

"I know," I sigh. "And everyone thinks I'm crazy for being this way but I just know in my heart she's not going to let me down, no matter what happens."

I catch Gemma smiling knowingly at me.

"What?" I ask.

"You're in love," she states, pouring the sugar into the mixing bowl, and I don't bother to argue.

"Yeah," I sigh again.

"Ahhh," she says affectionately. "Why the sigh though? Surely that's a good thing?"

"I haven't told her yet. I'm..." I hesitate, in case Gemma takes the piss. "I'm scared she won't say it back. I made an idiot out of myself with Nadine. I got it so wrong. I thought I loved her, but it was just a bit of fun. It doesn't compare to this; to what I have with Jess. But I'm worried in case I scare her off by admitting these feelings."

"Why would it scare her off? It's so obvious she's crazy about you too. The pair of you are sickening to watch."

"Thanks," I grin, and she laughs as she hands me the bowl and a spatula, and I begin mixing the ingredients together.

"Seriously though, you must be able to see it. She's totally in love with you. It's so obvious."

"Yeah, I know, I think so too. I'm just scared I suppose. And now I've built it up in my head to be something huge. I feel like it has to be a massive declaration now, I can't just throw it into conversation. I want it to be perfect."

Gemma hands me a couple of eggs to crack into the bowl and stares at me thoughtfully.

"I know what you mean," she says eventually. "Just don't leave it too long. You're going to be away all summer. Don't waste what time you've got left skirting around the subject. Tell her."

We watch TV for a bit while the cake bakes and cools, and then we spend almost an hour icing it and making it perfect. I carry it out to my car carefully when it's time to go, and we swing past my Hampstead house so I can shower and change, before jumping into my Range Rover and heading in the direction of the O2, picking up Gemma's friend Nora on the way.

"You'll have to excuse him this evening," Gemma says in an undertone. "The minute he sees Jess he'll be all puppy-dog-eyed over her. It's nauseating."

"I can't wait til you get a boyfriend so I can abuse you in this way," I retort, and they laugh appreciatively. "Actually scrap that - you are not allowed to date anyone, ever," I declare, and this makes them laugh harder.

We spend some time backstage with Mick and Stevie, and Stevie is very impressed with her birthday cake. Gemma goes all shy when I admit she did most of the work, and she looks almost relieved when we have to head to our private box in time for the show to start. Once we're in our seats I look around for Jess, but she's nowhere to be seen in the dark crowd, and I haven't a clue even which block she might be in.

I can't wait to see her later. I know we're supposed to be keeping away from each other tonight, but already I am aching to hold her in my arms again and feel her soft kiss on my lips.

I resist the urge to text her all the way through the concert, and by the time the lights come on and Dale ushers us backstage and then out of the private exit to my car, I literally can not wait to see her.

Dale drives us through the traffic to the afterparty, and I'm quiet as I listen to Gemma's and Nora's excited chatter in the backseat. We arrive just before midnight, and get dropped outside into a crowd of paps. Mike jumps out of the car behind us and shouts at the paps to get out of the way as they blind us with their camera flashes and call my name to make me look their way. I give them all a brief smile and we duck inside the door and out of the excitement.

"Let me know if you see Jess," I murmur in Gemma's ear, and she nods.

I catch sight of a couple of people from Hackford Jones, our PR company, so I make my way over to talk to them, my eyes scanning the room for Jess. It's a couple of minutes before I catch sight of her, and when I do I realise with a jolt she is looking at me. I can't stop a slow smile breaking across my face as I take in her expression, her stance and her outfit. She's only short but she's wearing a little cream dress with heels that make her legs look really long, and her hair is down and wavy around her face. She looks absolutely incredible. She is so far out of my league. She literally takes my breath away.

I talk to Jonathan Hackford for a bit longer, and then excuse myself from the group, tell Gemma I'm off in search of Jess, and quickly scour the room again. I see her standing at the bar with her back to me, so I make my way over, my heart rate increasing.

I don't say anything at first, but step up next to her and copy her pose at the bar, trying to act naturally and pretending my heart isn't pounding at being so close to her but being unable to touch her.

"Hi," I say in a whisper.

"Hi," she whispers back.

"You look amazing," I tell her.

"So do you," she replies immediately.

"You're not even looking at me," I point out.

"I don't need to look at you to know you look amazing," she smiles, still not looking at me. "I saw you come in. And thanks for the sexy smile before. You practically made me come on the spot."

Jesus fucking Christ.

I breathe in too quickly at this bold statement, and it instantly turns into a coughing fit. So uncool. She's grinning at my reaction now, and I can't help grinning back as I try not to choke.

"Thanks for that," I tease.

"Pleasure," she grins. "You need some chill."

She's even more like Louis than I thought. Have they been talking behind my back? The thought makes me uneasy.

"You need to not talk about me making you come," I reply, louder than I intended.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down," she reminds me. "We were supposed to be going incognito tonight."

"Yeah, and it's killing me," I tell her. "I really want to kiss you."

"Shhh, someone will hear you," she chides me, but she's grinning and my stomach is fluttering madly.

"Oh you found her then? That took you all of what, three seconds?"

We both turn to see Gemma standing behind us, smirking.

"Ten minutes, actually," I retort in a childish tone.

"Nine of which you were talking about her or looking across the room at her."

I want to kill Gemma, but instead I glance around to make sure no one is paying attention, and gently nudge Jess's little finger with mine. She returns the gesture and we smile at each other.

"Get a room," Gemma teases.

I introduce Jess to Nora, and then reluctantly head off to say hi to a couple of the sound engineers I recognise from the UK leg of our Where We Are tour. We catch up for about ten minutes, before I get accosted by a lady who asks for a picture of me for her daughter, and then I make my way round the room, greeting people I know, before catching sight of Mick Fleetwood standing in a corner talking to one of his security team. I amble over to say hi.

"Harry!" he says warmly. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Yeah, it was fantastic, as always," I smile. "Great inspiration for me."

"How's the songwriting coming along?" he asks.

"Good," I tell him. "I've been writing with John, Julian and Jamie. And we're in the studio tomorrow to lay a couple of tracks down."

"John, Julian and Jamie," he repeats. "They sound like something off a kids' tv show or something. Try saying that when you've had a few!"

We chuckle at this, and Stevie appears at my side. I give her a kiss on the cheek, and feel suddenly shy and nervous at being outnumbered by these two huge megastars.

"Harry's saying he's writing some good songs," Mick says, and Stevie beams at me.

"That's great," she says. "Do you have a particular muse...?" She gives me a sly wink.

I clear my throat nervously.

"Um, maybe. Sort of."

"I saw the way you were looking at that blonde girl over there before," she smiles. "She your girlfriend?"

I glance around nervously, before confirming this, and listen as they joke about their relationship in the spotlight, and how they struggled behind closed doors under the pressures of their fame. My eyes involuntarily dart round the room every so often, searching for Jess, and when I finally catch her eye again (she was watching me) I feel an overwhelming desire to stride over there, bend her over my arm and kiss her, movie-style.

"I hope it works out for you," Mick is saying. "It will always be tough, with women throwing themselves at you daily, and having the pick of any girl you want. You're only human. You're bound to get your head turned, it's only natural."

"Don't encourage that," Stevie scolds. "He looks loved up. I hope you're happy, Harry," she says to me, and I nod and smile.

"Couldn't be happier," I beam.

As they bicker gently, I pull my phone out of my pocket and text Jess across the room.

This is driving me insane not being able to kiss you xxxx

Is it me or is it seriously hot in here?! Or maybe it's just you xxx, she replies instantly.

You were right first time, it is you, I send back. We could go outside for some air if you want? xxx

We're supposed to be staying away from each other tonight, so the paps don't get onto us??? xxx, she reminds me.

That's not a no. I lean over to Paul and Dale who are standing beside me, and ask Paul to fetch Jess and bring her outside to the loading bay in five minutes. He nods and disappears.

Meet me out the back in a minute, I type. Paul will come and get you xxx

"We'll go out the front way so it isn't obvious what you're doing," Dale tells me, and I fire a quick text to Gemma saying I'll be back in a bit, before sliding my phone into my pocket and walking out of the front door with Dale.

I literally pass within a foot of Jess but I don't look at her. There is something about this episode that is a massive turn on. I think it's because we're outsmarting everyone, and no one knows we're off to have a secret little rendezvous. And I don't need to look at her to know she finds this whole thing as sexy as I do.

The flashes start as soon as we walk out onto the street, and I quickly get in the car and fasten my belt, to make it look as though we are leaving. The car drives around the corner and into a small underpass before pulling into the loading bay. Dale escorts me through, and I lean against the wall as he closes the door, ensuring I am completely obscured.

A minute later the fire door opens and Jess and Paul appear. Paul nods at me briefly and turns away to head back inside, and I push away from the wall and look at Jess.

"Fancy seeing you here," I smirk.