Harry's POV!

I've just met Rachel but this our relationship is moving quite quick, we aren't actually going out but we both just feel so normal I guess together and I love being with her.
I can be myself.
For once.
being in a famous boy band (one direction) isn't good for privacy when paparazzi is all over you. Like now.

"Harry is this your new girlfriend?"
"Harry what's this lucky girls name?"
"how long have you two been going out?"
"where did you guys meet?"


We finally got inside the next question was from Rachel..
"what the fuck was that?" She laughed, picking up a drink
"well you don't know much about the UK yet do you?" Such a stupid question since she's only actually been here a day.. I know the answer..
"Well no shit Sherlock! I've been here a day!" She said, Rachel was very sarcastic with me sometimes,

"well it's your first day and you've been invited to a party by a member of a famous boy-band, how lucky!"

"ahh and tell me" she says in a news reporter voice "Mr Harry Styles, what is it like being in a famous boyband?"

"you mean one direction?"

"yes that, now answer the question!!!"

"fun, but hard,"
"oh how horrible" -sarcasm and a wee bit drunkness

"haha" i say grabbing her waist and pulling her close to me, leaning in for a kiss
"oh so is this your new girlfriend Harreh?" Louis voice came from behind me, I swear sometimes I can kill him. Rachel tucks her head into my chest giggling. I give Louis a mean look.
"oh sorry! Were you two going too...." He cuts off when I give him another look.
"well I guess your Rachel? Yeah?" Rachel nods "I'm louis the guy who was with Harry at the airport, yeah! Anyway.... Welcome! Sure your gonna like it here, it's rainy but.. Oh well.." Louis walked off

"he's drunk" I whispered to her, she looked at me and smiled and probably inside laughing.
"Coming to dance then" she took my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor
"no no, I don't dance"
"aw cute , baby Harry doesn't dance" she says mockingly, ahh fuck this girl is messing with my mind she's so fit and so cute with her American accent and her blue sparkly eyes, when she looks into mine I just loose myself, I swear, one day when I'm not head over heels for this girl, my sentences might make a little bit of sense. Way harder when I'm drunk though...
"fiinnneee then" I said giving in and walking onto the area which has been selected as the dance floor.

Rachel's POV!!

the party is great, the music is blaring and I'm surprised no-one has complained. The night just flys by and at the end I find myself in Harry's car drunk as fuck, making out with him. I suppose no one is complaining. Unless my boyfriend finds out.
fuck.. I didn't call him.. So we aren't officially broken up.... Well fuq that..
"are you okay" Harry asks while I push away,
"hmm? yeah.." I stare down. "Just forgot to call someone...
"Aw yeah, you can call him in the morning?"
"guess so.. Anyway I goto get in"
"yeah, night Rachel"
"night Harry"
"I will call you? Or call me and tell me how it goes.?"
"yeah :)"