Now that the sexual frustrations had been settled, it was safe to say that our shower would be quick and undistracted, for the most part. But it was also very cute, the way we shared the confined space and lathered each other's backs, it felt so natural. I believe we even took turns admiring one another while rinsing under the shower head.

Squatting next to my luggage, in search of what to wear, I hear a familiar song play on the radio upon Harry's dresser. When I look up, I get a glimpse of Harry walking back to his closet, fingers imitating the keyboards of Coldplay's Clocks intro. He looks adorable swaying to the song while singing lowly. He rips a shirt from a hanger and grabs a pair of dark grey jeans but keeps browsing.

I'm stumped and unsure of what to wear. Harry takes another shirt out of his dresser and throws the ensemble on the bed before letting his towel drop. I swear I'm still putting outfits together in my head, but I'm also apparently staring straight at Harry's package. I see him slip into his black briefs and jeans, when I finally pull away from my daze.

"You aright, sweetheart?"

"Me, yeah! Just not sure what to wear. Silly right?"

"You are welcome to any of my stuff. You know how much I like you in my shirts," Harry winks.

Why not? Doesn't hurt to take a look. I spring to my feet, still holding my towel, and rummage through Harry's wardrobe. A jean shirt sparks my interest and I yank it immediately. With him headed for the bathroom, I quickly dress in my black leggings with his denim buttoned shirt falling at a perfect length, over my bum.

I continue to towel dry my hair and slip into my black flats, looks like I'm going to sport some casual waves to go with this casual style. Looking in the full length mirror, I like the outfit but think something's missing. I turn back to the closet and scan over the shelf to find just what I need, a brown fedora with a black strip. Perfect.

"You look so pretty!" Harry marvels and walks towards me.

I smile proudly while folding the sleeves below my elbow. Getting a good look at Harry's attire as well, wearing a purple flannel shirt with a grey tank underneath and his camel colored boots. My favorite accessory is his olive green bandana wrapped in his hair.

On impulse I skip towards Harry and its as if he already knows what I'm bound to do, catching me as I jump and lock my legs around him. We're at eye level and the amount of passion that lingers between us makes the air that much thinner.

"Agh, I love . . . having you here."

I want to say that I feel Harry's same hesitation, but I don't know if he thinks the same way I do in regards to love. I can't keep caging my tongue from the words that I really want to express to him, but given these circumstances, I don't know what's okay and what's not. Suddenly Harry glances at the clock and presses his lips together in lament.

“I'd strip you back out of these clothes if we didn't have to go right now.”

“Harry, in your dream world, I believe we'd always be naked,” I grin while playing with one of his curls.

“I couldn't agree more, that would be perfect. Then you could stare at my wang for as long as you'd like.”

“Just for the record, I wasn't staring directly at it . . . on purpose. It just happened to be in my line of vision as I was lost in thought.”

“Riiiight. Its okay, love. No need to be embarrassed. I'm flattered that you desire me so,” Harry's grin is cruel. “I'm only kid-ding, but we do have to go now unfortunately. I like to be prompt.”

Harry gives me a quick peck on the mouth and carefully puts me down. I grab some bangles and my purse, catching up with him at the door. His punctuality is another quality I've noticed and like about him, he takes his job quite seriously. Most students, older than Harry, don't even have half of his determination and focus.

In the car Harry makes a quick call and repeats the directions aloud. Shortly after we pull up to a small building with a private lot. I'm excited to actually see a photo shoot and all the preparation that goes into it. Harry grabs my hand as we walk in through a side door and into a long hall way, he seems just as lost as I am until we hear familiar voices.

“Heeeey,” Harry announces and leads me into the dressing room.

I see Lou is already there eating with her daughter on the couch. I'm so excited to finally meet the little girl, a tiny fashionista might I add. Lou stands up to give me a brief hug and introduces me to Lux while Harry is on the other side of the room looking through the racks of clothing with Niall and Zayn. There's several women coming in and out of another room, taking out more pieces to show the guys. I sit back and enjoy the scowl that forms on Harry's forehead whilst he chews his lips, figuring out what he likes best.

Soon Louis and Liam join in. I have no idea whats going on only the things I overhear, like Liam and Niall being first and the group picture last. I don't see Harry but I walk over to Lou who's fixing Liam's hair in front of the vast mirror. Lux is just the cutest doll and decides to follow me around, which is a treat for me since I'm an only child.

Eventually all the boys greet me, I don't mind the delay as they obviously have their hands full. My main concern is keeping out of everyone's way and not being a distraction by any means. I hear Liam's name being called out and Niall instantly replaces his seat in front of Lou.

Lou goes on to explain what the theme of the shoot is about, aside for promoting their upcoming tour. The outfits the boys have selected are supposed to be mature images of their looks from here to five years. I don't know them that well or their styles, but for the most part the outfits didn't seem that drastic except for some details.

Zayn had a leather jacket with a thin black and white scarf tucked in messily and black jeans. His rugged beard definitely helped him look older and yet polished, like a darker David Beckham. Niall leaned towards a sporty preppy look while Liam had a fresh hip hop style. I recall him mentioning Usher as his inspiration for his outfit. Louis is still going back and forth but when I get a glimpse of Harry, my knees shake.

Holding Lux in my lap, I gently squeeze the toddler like a teddy bear when Harry walks up to ask Lou a question. Hiding behind the little girl, my eyes attentively scan his figure from head to toe. A sheer white button shirt, undone all the way down till the final three slots, with an open black vest decorated Harry's torso. His many tattoos peer through along with his long necklaces, catching my eye as they gently bang against his chest. His pants are black and skin tight, finishing off the ensemble with a pair of black shoes.

Lou approves of whatever Harry's suggesting. I frankly didn't hear a word since the visuals were too loud for me to focus. Resorting back to this morning, I tame my wild thoughts till I can have Harry to myself again. Just when I think his image is too much to absorb in one sitting, Harry slips on thin black glasses and rolls his remaining sleeve up. It hurts so good to look at him.

“Whatcha think?” Harry asks and performs a smooth twirl. I gulp and nod. “Are the glasses a good touch?”

I shake my head eagerly and give him a thumbs-up, Lux gives him one too. Walking closer, Harry squats and begins to talk so her so naturally. I can tell how much she adores him, and him equally if not more.

“There's food in the room next door, sweetheart. I know you must be famished.”

Harry takes Lux so I can get something to eat. They have quite the snack bar setup, right then and there, my hunger consumes me like a beast. I nibble on my snack plate and saunter through the room, taking a peek into the actual studio. I see Liam and Niall taking a goofy picture and then Liam is done. He moves into another corner where three computer screens are setup displaying their results on thumbnails.

Niall continues his photo session, while a man starts calling out for Louis. I make my way back to the couch and find Lou working on Zayn's hair now. Harry is still holding Lux while on his phone. He puts her down on the other end of the sofa and slouches near me to take a picture, I try and hide for I'm still eating and have no make up on. Squinting my eyes, I wait till its over, feeling him kiss my cheek and a click goes off.

Harry shows me the pic and I have to admit its cute, although you can see all my freckles. You can even see the green in his eyes behind the frames.

“I'm captioning this one, fancy a freckle or dimple,” Harry smiles coyly.

“Har-ry, get over here now!” Lou calls in her equally thick accent. I wish I spoke like them.

After Lou is done with his hair and light makeup, it isn't long till he's called to pose with Zayn, followed by his solo shoot. Standing quite a ways back, I observe the camera man direct some positions while most of the poses flow effortlessly. I don't want Harry to notice I'm there, even though he knows, this way he can just do his normal routine. But I must say, he pulls off the model card very well. Lou did a fabulous job on his sleek hair with a few curls in poking in back.

My aura is as bright as the sun. I could stare at Harry all day, with his sexy stares and sporadic funny faces. The camera man then calls all the boys and explains the next takes. I quietly creep behind the computer monitors to see Harry's results, very impressed to say the least. The man at the desk points to three photographs that clearly standout from the rest of the batch.

“I'll take three of each please,” I joke. Thankfully, he laughs with me.

Enjoying the rest of the show, the boys have such great chemistry with one another. I'm jealous and want friends like these. I see how much they rely on each other and keep such positive attitudes. At the same time, each appear to have their own strengths to contribute to the group, and this is only from what I've gathered this past week along with what Harry's shared with me.

A man announces for the boys to follow him into the next room for a short interview, I know that's my cue to hide back in the dressing room and wait. Lou is laying on the couch, cuddling her daughter, so I search for my phone and sit in the makeup chair. There's some whispering going on between the two on the couch but I'm in the middle of texting my parents about my day, at least the other half of it.

“Jude, I'm afraid your in need of a little trim,” Lou states, taking off my hat and placing it on her head instead.

She's studying my tresses, and while I should be worried, she clearly knows more than I do. Granted I've had my hair one length for a long time, I figured with my bangs, that was the best way to keep it. Lou parts my hair and pushes two sections around my face, allowing my hair to fall from her fingers, looking both at me and through the mirror.

“Layers,” she nods confidently. “What do you say? Trust me?”

“Go for it. Changes are usually for the best,” I reply optimistically.

As she conquers the task, I distract myself on twitter and now Instagram, finding the picture with the “fancy a freckle or dimple” caption. I can't believe the massive amount of likes it has for such a short amount of time. I keep reading girls asking what's my name and where I'm from, surprisingly the comments aren't mean this time around. Losing track of time, I gasp the second my eyes fall on the the pile of hair on the floor.

“Hold a sec,” Lou insists, blocking my view of the mirror. “Okay done!”

Jumping to my feet, I'm in awe of the dramatic change. The layers work wonderfully, making my hair look healthier and youthful. Lou disappears momentarily and brings back a huge leopard bag, slipping out a ruffled tank top.

“Here you might want to wear this, your shirt's all full of hair.”

“I love the cut, Lou. Thank you!”

I carefully remove myself from the chair as she pushes the hair in a tidy nest with her feet. Finding the nearest bathroom, I change into the pretty blouse thinking the ruffles make my b cup look bustier. I try to shake off the excess hair on the denim shirt, hoping I can still use it if I get cold. I'm incredibly grateful that this shirt is a reasonable length and its not leaving my rear on full display, a detail that could have easily been overlooked.

My head feels lighter and my mood a little jollier as I head back to the main room. I hear the boys again but dodge them in search of my phone. I'm hoping to take a picture and send it to my mom.

“What have you done?” I hear a distinct voice.

“What, you don't like it?” I fret, turning to find Harry with his mouth open.

“No, I don't like it,” his face is frighteningly serious. “I LOVE it!”

I thought I was going through a hot flash, people around us staring. Still unsure of his response, I brush my bangs to the side, standing very self consciously. But Harry brightens up the gap between us with his irresistible smile and charm. His hands hold my shoulders as he observes my new hair.

“I thought it impossible that you could look any lovelier, but clearly Lou has proven me wrong.”

My cheeks are glowing as Harry pulls me into a hug. It takes me a moment before I can unleash my arms and hug him back. I've forgotten the audience around us, but Harry just seems to have that effect on me.

“The lads want to go somewhere to eat. First they're going to get Eleanor and the girls but we'll just meet them over there. Sound good?” Harry asks, facing Lou and I.

“Oh and don't forget about tonight, Harry. Russel's party at nine-ish. It's going to be wicked," Liam shouts before leaving the room.

Harry turns to me, I'm guessing for an answer, I shrug and smile happily. I love spending time with him and his friends, no question about that. We grab our things and I see Harry putting on a blazer over his flannel shirt. I don't recall him coming with it, but its not important.

“Do they let you take home clothes from the shoot?” I ask curiously, climbing into his car.

“Sometimes, it all depends I suppose. I had left this jacket in Lou's car, its not from today's shoot,” he clarifies.

Minutes later, we arrive at a quaint restaurant with an outdoor patio, I'm a little nervous when he tells the hostess that he wants to sit outside. This must be a regular place for him as she speaks so calmly to Harry and makes a call right away after seating us. Two waiters come out and add on extra tables for the rest of our group, leaving us menus.

“It's a pretty day isn't it?” Harry asks, pulling out his phone. I agree.

Searching in my purse for a band to gather my hair in a side ponytail, I also take out my sunglasses when I notice something across the street. Its impossible that in the ten minutes that we've been here there's already young spectators, gathering like an ant pile.

“It's just incredible . . . their devotion,” I gawk.

Harry looks behind him to find a group of girls huddling around a car on the other sidewalk. They look unsure but once he turns around they begin to jump giddily. They are so hopeful to be seen by him. Even the way they gaze at me, probably wishing they had my chair, makes me feel for them.

“I'm a fan just like them, I just got lucky.”

“Why do you say that?” Harry asks in a peculiar tone.

“I don't know. But you must know I am a fan, even if I've never been to one of your concerts or have any of your music. I understand them and their obsession with you. All the beautiful things that they think they know about you are true and I wish I could confirm that to them,” I explain sympathetically.

“Well, you know how important the fans are to us, and how they'll always be around no matter where we go. . . I am relieved that you said that, but you know me in a way they don't. . . and while we're on the subject,” Harry sets down his phone and reaches for my hand. “I AM the lucky one.”

I can't help blush at his comment, looking down momentarily before reconnecting with his gaze.
“You should go over to them, they aren't that many.”

“Only if you come with me.”

“What for, they don't want to see me. I can stay here.”

“I want them to see you with me, and I'm sure they'll appreciate you wanting to say hello. Besides I'm not leaving you hear alone, are you nuts?”

Harry's silly smirk convinces me and I stand up from my seat. I see him wave off behind me and I'm caught by surprise that there were guards in the midst of us. Holding hands we cross the street with two large men dressed in black attire. As we get closer you can tell that these girls want to explode, but Harry reminds them to stay clam and quiet so he can get to all of them. I remain next to one of the guards and admire Harry as he shows his love towards his fans.

The girls look around the same age, sixteen or so. When I suddenly notice one waving at me to come closer. A little hesitant, I take a few steps towards the younger girl.

“Can you please take a picture with me?”

“Are you sure?”

“Please?” she nods.

“Okay,” I lean in thinking its silly that she wants a picture with me.

“Thank you,” she smiles and turns to her mother, I assume. “She's so pretty, huh mum?”

I'm beside myself as another girl asks for a picture as well. I feel like I've gained a little group of sisters. Then I hear Harry call my name, followed by a few gasps and utterances. Well, now they know my name. I walk over to him and he points for me to get in the picture, so I comply.
We stay there for a bit till one of the guards says that the rest of the band is waiting at our table.

“Thank you so much everyone for waiting so patiently and quietly. I love you all and am grateful you've been especially kind to my girlfriend, Jude. It was her idea that we come say hi. Buh- bye, be safe.”

Harry takes my hand and we begin to walk back to the restaurant. My cheeks are burning from all the mixed emotions, hearing the choir of girls yell thank yous. Before I can head back to the table, I must acknowledge what I just heard, stopping Harry a few feet away.

“Harry, did I hear right? Did you just introduce me to them as your girlfriend?”

“Well, yeah. How else was I going to address you?” Harry pauses. “Wait, I should have discussed it with you first, right? I'm sorry.”

“No no, there's no need to be sorry. I loved hearing you call me that.”

“Very well. Girlfriend, would you like to join our friends for some early dinner?”

Harry wears that confident yet playful smirk of his, another signature look that makes me want to pinch and hug him at the same time. Laying a sweet kiss on my cheek, I mimic his facial expression as we act like two fools in the middle of the patio.

“Hey, do you think you two will be joining us today or should we make another reservation for you for tonight!” Louis shouts for all to hear, laughter following.

Way to ruin the moment Louis!

Notes

Taa Daaaaaa.... Romantic? Yes? No? Comments anyone? Either way, I'm in love with this story and hope you enjoy it as much as I love writing it. I get jealous of Jude, isn't that ridiculous! lol.