"It's settled. This is good," Harry says after he hangs up the phone, sliding it into his front denim pocket.

Wearing a plain black t shirt with torn jeans and boots, Harry looks great even when he's tired, last night must have caught up with him. Compared to my outfit, the beige dress he didn't want me to wear to the concert, our styles are different but don't necessarily clash. Like our personalities; knowing thats another reason why I'm so attracted to him. Forget about what I said before, Harry is the only type of guy I want right now.

"I have to call my parents, come to think of it, I haven't spoken with them since I've been here."

"At all?" he asks alarmed.

"Just texts here and there."

"Oh," I see relief on his face. "Well I'm going to my place to shower. Pick you up in an hour or so?" I nod and smile.

"Oh Harry, whats the dress code at this place?"

"At Funky Buddha, Umm . . . funky?" he shrugs and displays a cheeky smile.

Harry wraps an arm around me and kisses my forehead. An endearing move despite the intense conversation of before. Once he leaves, I throw myself back on the bed and stare at the ceiling in disbelief. My world has been flipped upside down.

My dream trip to London turned into something more magical than I could ever begin to describe. Had I met anyone here, it would have fed into the whole vacation wonderland. But Harry is far beyond just anyone, I dare say in this very moment, surpassing Mr. Paul McCartney himself.

I search through my closet and find two remaining outfits, a polka dot dress and another black one. In no way does this scream funky to me. Then I remember my two shopping bags stowed away in the corner of the closet. Lou helped pick out these pieces. Excitement drives my creativity, when I pull out a pair of black leather shorts and a white lace top.

In 20 minutes, Ive showered and dressed. Ready to pull my hair into a ponytail, I pause, deciding to curl it and leave it down instead. To finish my dramatic look I add a thick black eyeliner and slip into my black pointed heels. I really want to impress Harry, look different and wild, just like he makes me feel.

Lou texts me that she'll be picking me up instead, since Harry is riding with Niall. I understand without any need of explanation, I know how Harry feels about me and I don't need to have him prove it to the world by arriving with me. Still, I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees me. I walk through the lobby, holding my clutch under my arm, and meet Lou outside the hotel. She whistles and claps, making me blush on the spot.

"I heard someone got you to stay longer," Lou grins suspiciously as we drive away.

"I'm staying till Monday," I smile back.

"You should come with me Friday night, the boys are doing a late talk show, you can be my assistant," she laughs.

"Seriously? That would be fun! Would I get to sit in the audience?"

"How about we surprise Harry by NOT telling him you're in the audience."

"What if he happens to invite me or ask if I have plans?"

"Say that you have to go somewhere with . . . Linda! I'll even get you an extra ticket for her too."

The more Lou goes over the details, the more excited I grow with the idea. I want to see what Harry is like in front of the camera, as a member of the world's famous boy band, oppose to the Harry I was getting to know. We finally pull up to the night club, already a line outside, and Lou walks straight up to the guard at the entrance.

I follow her timidly as we approach the deranged crowd, unlike the relaxed bar we had gone to the other day; this is my 3rd time going to a night club. The girls look beautiful and scandalous, I'm a bit intimidated by them. Lou strolls to a private area, with white sectionals and nice low tables. She says hello to a few people and waves for me to come over.

"Jude this is Liam, Sophia and Zayn . . . where's Perrie?"

"In the restroom," Zayn answers. "Nice to meet you, we've heard a bit about ya."

"Ahhhhh, this is Jude. Glad you could make it. This is my girlfriend, Sophia," Liam formerly introduces us.

I shake her hand, she seems nice and quiet, like me. The bandmates look like your average group of funny guys, along with their sweet girlfriends. This feels almost normal, except look where I am, a VIP room. It doesn't take long before I start opening up to them, thanks to Liam who keeps including me in on the jokes; I'm laughing left and right.

"Heeyyyyy!" Niall announces his arrival. "Hey gorgeous, you look amazin."

He gives me a side hug and I find myself getting nervous to see Harry, even if it's been less than 2 hours. Liam offers to get me a drink but I pass. I thought I was standing next to Lou until she is nowhere to be seen. Another guy comes and reaches out his hand, introducing himself as Andy, Liam's good friend. Sensing he is quite the ladies man, I take his words very lightly.

Harry walks in slowly, dressed in all black with brown suede shoes. His sheer button shirt is halfway undone, thin necklaces swaying upon his inked chest, its inevitable not to stare. Two girls follow him as he sits on one of the couches, both on either side of him, engaged in light conversation. He seems too polite to dismiss them, I suspect he hasn't noticed me yet.

Wanting to have a little fun and use this to my advantage, I keep my back towards him. My shorts are pretty high, barely an inch under my rump, giving the illusion of longer legs. I notice, out of the corner of my eye, that Harry takes out his phone. Lou is still missing so I wonder if he even knows I'm here.

"Want a drink?" Andy flirts.

"Sure," I shrug.

Andy leads the way and I watch as Harry slowly looks up from his phone, eyes captivated by my long stems, tracing up my body. Forming a scowl once he reaches my face, he pauses and a gap forms between his lips. I quickly steal a glance between him and the two broads before flashing a smile and waving hello. I know I've left an impression on him, I feel his eyes burning right through me.

Here we are again, deja vu, a guy getting me a drink as Harry gawks suspiciously. Andy asks if I want to dance but I shyly decline, making our way back to the secluded area. I approach an empty couch, right across from Harry. The girls are still there, Andy is about to join me, but our eyes are locked on one another.

This staring game between us becomes quite amusing, we exchange smiles and undress each other with our X-ray vision. Harry leans in on his forearms, narrowing his sights on my legs as he wets his lips. The heat thats emanating from his gaze is slaying my will power. We're supposed to be abstaining from physical play but he looks so delicious its making my body tingle already.

I admire his wishful thinking but if he presses against me at any moment tonight, I'll be the first to volunteer against his plan. Soon my body begins to sway in my seat, the music is blazing in my ears. I finish my drink and make a straight line for the dance floor. I'm not the greatest dancer, but the floor is so packed I don't think anyone will notice.

I find a slither of space and right as I begin to dance, I feel a hand brush against the small of my back. Turning around I'm faced with a pair of bird wings peeking from a black shirt and an alluring scent I know too well. Just as I feared, Harry's body is pressed up against me, arms snug around my waist. I'm weakened by his close proximity, leaving me with an irresistible urge to . . . bite him. My hands are resting upon his chest, reading the steady pounding, while enjoying the firmness of his pec muscles.

A wave of goosebumps hits me hard, I try to fight my instinct to touch him more but it just feels like blood is rushing from my head, making me dizzy. Finally, I push away and say that I'm going to the rest room. I'm unsure if Harry heard me or not, still refusing to make eye contact, I dart for the dark hallway.

"Jude . . . hey, Jude," Harry calls out and follows me. I turn around and lean on the wall. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, I don't know. I suddenly just got very hot and lightheaded."

"I think you look very hot tonight," Harry whispers close to my ear. That doesn't help.

"You stay away. Remember your whole less is more thing," I smile nervously.

"I know . . . but I can't stop think-ing bout how good your lips felt around me," he bites his bottom lip.

"You're evil, you know that?" My smile gets the best of me and I blush.

"Can we leave? I don't want to be here and I don't want to share you with Andy," he smirks.

I roll my eyes and look away from him. One arm rests above my head and a hand falls on my hip, trapping and hypnotizing me with those green eyes. Its been less than an hour since I've been here but I can't help have the same desire for leaving. Then he kills me by pouting with that crimson mouth of his.

"How about in 30 minutes?" I suggest.

Harry nods.

"I'm still going to use the ladies room, I'll meet you back there."

Harry smiles and bows his head before leaving. When I push through the restroom door I hear disturbing noises. Walking further in I see a blonde girl hunched over another girl who's sitting sprawled on the floor by the toilet.

"Please just come with me, I can get you some help," I hear in a thick English accent.

"Is everything alright?" I approach them.

"Ah, poor thing has been throwing up for the past twenty minutes, I've been here trying to help her but she doesn't want to leave."

"Are you with her?" she nods no. "Do you know where her friends are?"

"She's so drunk she doesn't know."

"What's her name?" I whisper as I get closer.

"Mer-Meredith I think."

"Meredith, do you know where your friends are?" I ask calmly while squatting down to her level.

"Youuuuu, you have an American accent!" she slurs.

"Haha, I don't think I have any accent really," we laugh quietly. "Has she had any water?"

"She barely stopped vomiting five minutes ago."

"I'll go get some," I offer and pull the door open. I find one of the guys waiting outside. "Zayn, oh good-"

"Jude, is Perrie in there?" he asks worried.

"Yes, but first can you please get me a bottle of water?"

"Yea yea!"

I shuffle back inside, "So your Perrie?" she smiles and shakes her head. "I just told Zayn to get some water."

"Oh perfect!"

"I'm Jude."

"Thank you so much for helping, Jude."

Zayn knocks and pushes on the door, I quickly thank him and take the bottle. Twisting the cap I hand it to Meredith and encourage her to drink. She spills some on the side of her mouth, she can barely lift her arm high enough. Its a difficult situation, where most people would walk pass this, I knew we had to help her and get her out of here.

"What should we do? I mean we can call her a taxi but does she even know where to go?" Perrie frets.

"I think I may have an idea. . . where's her phone. Meredith, where is your cel phone?"

She clumsily pulls it out from her back pocket and hands it over. I immediately dial in my number and wait to have it as a missed call. I double check that no one else is in the stalls and determination gets the best of me.

"Do you think she'll throw up anymore?" I ask Perrie and she shrugs. "Okay we need some guys to lift her up and either I ride in a cab with her or hopefully Harry can take us to my hotel."

"Your hotel, you're going to take her to your room? That's mighty generous of you," Perrie widens her eyes.

"I was planning on staying somewhere else anyway, she'll have a whole day to recover. And I can call her tomorrow, now that I have her number."

"Excellent, I'll find Zayn and the lads!"

Perrie hurries out, I tie my hair up in a knot and try to pull Meredith out of the stall. Then the door slams open with a bouncer, Zayn and Harry. Harry looks worried but still gives me a half smile.

"I'm going to pull my car up in the back!" Harry announces. "You sure she can stay in your room?"

"Yeah, I don't mind. I'll check on her tomorrow."

Harry kisses my forehead and heads out the bathroom. The bouncer has already picked her up and is walking to the back entrance. After I retrieve my clutch I meet the group outside. I sit in the backseat with Meredith and Harry hands me a plastic bag, incase she needs to throw up again.

During the drive, I keep encouraging her to drink more water as I ask her questions. I sense her irritation by not knowing where her friends are and why they're not answering their phones. She doesn't even have her wallet or an ID; such a mess. This was definitely a smart idea as Harry drives up to valet and carries her out of the car.

The concierge calls one of their bigger employees to help us take her to my room. Once we are there, he lays her on the bed and excuses himself. She moans and complains that she's dizzy, so I keep the light that's farthest from her on while I pack my things. Harry helps by collecting my toiletries from the bathroom and checking the closet and drawers. We make a good team.

After I triple check every corner, even under the bed, I write a small note and place it on the night table in hopes that she'll read it tomorrow. I leave my room key by it as well, knowing Harry still has one, and we leave back for the elevator. It feels humbling to have done that good deed, but it doesn't explain Harry's huge grin.

"Well, that was excit-ing," he chuckles.

"You're just happy I'm going to be staying with you," I roll my eyes and laugh along.

"That I am!"

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Harry carries my bags up the stairs into his place. The minute I walk in, I slip out of my heels and leave them by the door. Caught completely off guard, I yelp once two arms wrap around my hips and lift me off the ground. Harry has a cheeky look on his face that causes a weakness in my bones.

"No sex!" I point my finger, immediately wanting to smack myself.

"Can we start tomorrow?" He grins, but I know he's joking . . . I think.

"You came up with the idea and I think we should stick to it."

"Fine . . . does that include spoon-ning?"

"Only if its while watching tv," I cave.

"I'll take that!" Harry lets me down and we walk into his bedroom. "You know, I'm only changing the rules because I know how badly you want to kiss me."

True. Still I don't bother with a comeback, he's fishing for a feisty remark and I'm not going to give it to him. Making my way to his familiar couch, hunger pains hit me hard and I realize I haven't eaten anything all day. No wonder I almost fainted earlier.

"Harry, do you have anything to eat?"

"You hungry?" he asks worried, kicking his other shoe off. "There's Chinese leftovers?"

"Yes, anything."

Harry jogs out of the room and I hear the rumblings in the kitchen between the fridge and microwave doors. In a few minutes he returns with a plate and a fork. The mounds of rice, noodles and pepper steak make my mouth salivate, it smells heavenly. Harry's smile is priceless as he watches me scarf down his food, but hunger brings out the beast in everyone right?

"Good, huh? Slow dowwwn or you'll choke," he says in his beautiful accent and laughs.

He walks away and comes back with two glasses water. After I gulp down half the glass, I rest for a few minutes. I'm stuffed and happy, observing Harry place two pillows on the edge of the sofa. He grabs the remote and sits. I quickly take the plate back to the kitchen to wash it and when I come back, Harry is already settled, laying horizontally and patting the space in front of him.

I fight the red glow as I head over to him, "Aren't you going to take those clothes off?" I ask curiously.

"You'll be doing that . . . later," he winks and wears a crafty smile.

Laying with my back against Harry pollutes my mind with dirty images again. Focusing in on the cartoon comedy, my heart jumps when he places a hand on my hip. Intentionally or not, his thumb slips under my shirt and swipes over my ticklish skin. It feels so nice and relaxing while inducing other effects.

His head hovers over my neck and I can feel the warm breath every time he exhales. I break out a smile whenever he laughs, wishing I could stay like this forever. A commercial comes on and Harry instantly lowers his head, planting a kiss on my neck. One by one they travel from my neck to my shoulder, over my lace shirt.

"Can we have a little fun?" his husky voice shoots like an arrow through my chest.