We pulled up to Harry’s hotel and there were hundreds of fans. I turned to Harry, “Are you sure it’s a good idea for me to be seen going into your hotel?”



He looked up at me and smiled and tapped my head with his index finger, “Smart thinking,” he turned to the driver, “Robert, can you take us to the back entrance?” Robert nodded and drove around back of the hotel. Harry opened the door and held out his hand for me. I was a little shocked at his “gentleman” gesture. I took his hand and stepped out of the car. He squeezed my hand tightly but didn’t let go. We entered the back door and headed to the elevator. Harry pushed the button for floor number 7 and we quietly waited, still holding hands.



The door dinged open and we exited the elevator and he pulled me down the hall. He let go of my hand and took his room key out of his pocket and stuck it in the door of 114. He opened the door and held it open. The hotel room was more like a suite. It had a living room with a flat screen and a couple of fancy couches. It had a mini kitchen and two bath rooms and three bedrooms with two beds in each room. It was really nice. Harry led me to the mini-bar by the window over-looking New York.



Harry went behind the bar, “What would y-,” “HAROLD! IS THAT YOUUUU,” someone yelled from the other room. Harry chuckled, “YEAH,” he yelled back. I turned around to see Louis enter the room from one of the bedrooms. He smiled at me, “Aria, it’s lovely to see you again!” He came up to me and trapped me in a hug and lightly tapped my bum. He pulled away and saw my wide eyes and laughed. He turned to Harry, who was fixing some type of drink I didn’t recognize, “Now Harold, you’re not old enough to drink here in the states! That’s a naughty boy.”



Harry looked up at him and smirked devilishly, “I guess you’ll just have to punish me later,” and winked. Louis walked over and slapped his ass, “Definitely.” My jaw dropped. This was really… weird. Harry and Louis started cracking up at the look on my face, “Don’t worry, love. It’s just a small bromance,” Louis said. I relaxed a little. Harry handed me a drink and I sipped it slightly. It was somewhat strong but I could handle it.



Harry handed Louis one also and took a seat on the couch, “Where are the boys?”



Louis sat in an arm chair by Harry, “Liam is Skyping Danielle and Niall and Zayn snuck out.”



Harry laughed, “Typical. Why didn’t you go?” I went over and sat by Harry on the couch, feeling awkward being the only one standing.



Louis took a drink and made a face, “I wanted to see how the date went,” he looked at me and winked, “looks like it went well.”



I blushed at took a drink, “I had a great time.”



“LOUIS! ELEANOR IS CALLING YOU”, someone yelled from the other room, I assumed was Liam. Louis sat his drink down and ran into the other room. Harry turned to me and smiled, “I’m glad you had a great time.”



I smiled slightly. A piece of hair fell in my face and before I could brush it away, Harry’s hand brushed it behind my ear and smiled at me but left his hand. I looked up into his eyes. His eye color was beautiful. It was like green but then blue. I could feel myself getting lost. Before I knew it, Harry leaned in and kissed me on the lips softly. My eyes widened in shock at first but then a shock of electricity shot through me. My stomach started doing flips and my heart raced. I closed my eyes and started to kiss back. He pulled his lips away but touched his forehead to mine, looking into my eyes. He slowly traced my lips with his thumb, “I have wanted to do that all night.”



I smiled at him. I could still feel the tingle on my lips.



“El-… Am I interrupting something,” Louis asked, trying to hold back his laughter. I pulled away from Harry and turned to Louis, “It’s fine.” I took a long sip of my drink, emptying the cup and setting it on the coffee table. I turned to Harry, “Where’s the restroom?”



Harry smirked at me and pointed to a door. I nodded and got up and headed to the restroom. I shut and locked the door behind me. I stared at myself in the mirror. That had been the best kiss… ever. I touched my lips lightly. “Shit,” I whispered to myself.



I exited the bathroom to find Niall and Zayn had come back from sneaking out. They both looked up at me and smiled saying hello. I smiled at them pleasantly. I turned to see Harry refilling my cup. He handed it to me and I thanked him. I took another long sip. I started to feel the buzz in my legs. I went over to join into the conversation Zayn, Niall, and Louis was having. They were talking about how they were going to celebrate Louis’s birthday. “When’s your birthday, Lou,” I asked.



Louis turned to me, “December 24. Good ole Christmas Eve.”



I smiled, “Big party?” He laughed, “You bet, love.” He went back to his conversation with the others and I sat contently listening and sipping my drink. When I sat down the empty glass, Harry leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Wanna go talk in my room?”



I debated quickly and nodded. We stood up and he held my hand to lead me toward his room. “Don’t be naughty Harold,” Louis said while laughing.



Harry turned to him and winked, “You can punish me later, boo bear.” I started giggling, feeling the alcohol in my system. Harry shut the door behind us and turned on the light. He turned to me, “I love your laugh,” and smiled.



I giggled again, “Thanks.” He walked towards me and took my head in both of his hands and kissed me sweetly. He pushed me up against the door and kissed me softly. I kissed him back, knotting my fingers in his curly hair. He pulled me toward the bed without breaking the sweet kiss. He softly laid me on the bed and kissed my neck, then my jaw, then back to my lips. My stomach was going crazy the whole time, flipping and turning with every touch. He pulled away and looked into my eyes, “You’re different…” I looked at him questionably, “Bad different? Or good?”



He smiled at me, “Good. Definitely good. Kissing you is different.” He leaned in and kissed me softly. I started to think about all the other girls he’s kissed. What if he says that to all of them? What if he just says that to get into my pants? I had to push the thought from my mind. Those are the reasons I won’t let anything become of this. I just need info for my job. Then I can forget all about this. I kissed him softly and started to take off his shirt but he grabbed my hand, “Not tonight,” he said softly.



I looked with confusion, “Why?”



He chuckled, “Because you’re different, love. I’m not going to use you like that. I can’t. I like you too much.” I froze. I was different? I thought he was just using that to get in my pants but when I tried to do it, he wouldn’t… Was he telling the truth?



“What do you mean,” I asked quietly.



He looked into my eyes, “At first, this whole thing was just going to be a one night thing but when I kissed you… It was different. You’re not like the others… It’s weird, I know.”



I can’t do this. He really has feelings for me. And I am just using him, like some type of toy. I don’t want to hurt him. I can’t. I kissed him lightly, “I have to go.”



“Are you sure,” he asked a little sad.



“Yeah, I have to… check on my cat,” I said quickly but then I realized how stupid and wrong that sounded.



He raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back his laughter, “You have a pussy? Is it fluffy?”



I slapped his chest, “You’re dirty,” I rolled my eyes. By that point, he couldn’t help but laugh. He slid off of me and stood, holding out his hand to help me off the bed. I took it and he pulled me up and kissed me lightly on the lips, “I’ll see you soon?”



I nodded and smiled. He let go of my hand and wished me a goodnight. I left his room and walked out to leave, going past the boys in the living room. Louis smirked, “Quickie, eh?” Zayn and Niall were laughing and I turned and smiled then flipped him off. Louis joined the laughter and I left the hotel room. I stood in the elevator, thinking… I have feelings for him. Real feelings. And according to him I am different. Clearly I am or he would have screwed me right then. How am I going to take someone’s secrets that I have feelings for and put them on news-stands all over America? I can’t hurt him like that…



I exited the elevator and went out the back. As soon as I opened the door, lights began flashing. My eyes widened in shock as I realized it was cameras. “Are you dating Harry Styles?” “Did you just have a one night stand with him?” “How did you meet?” I lowered my head and hurried past the paparazzi and got into the car that Robert was driving.



On top of all of this, I get to see my face all over magazines and the internet calling me a “one night stand”. Won’t my parent’s be proud?

Notes

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