It's been a few hours and I've been glued to Harry's dinning table typing the first introductory blog. Harry has gone to work and back, now passed out on the couch. Thankfully we had a heavy meal before heading back to his place otherwise I wouldn't have been able to function or complete this assignment properly.

Reviewing my final draft, I think back on the four individuals I'm supposed to be "shadowing", some nicer than others. I wonder how this tour will unfold, from my role as Calvin's assistant to my developing relationship with Harry. I wonder if that would conflict with my job or even the fans. Will they grow to love or loathe me?

I need to relax. Walking over to the stereo in the living room, I plug in my phone and play Blackbird. My head and hips begin to sway along to the guitar, letting the melody filter out all thoughts. For the full affect of this musical therapy, I close my eyes and act as though I were in the safe confines of my bedroom back home.

The most delicate contact causes me to jolt out of my trance, Harry has managed to sneak by me and is now fiddling with my phone. Standing with my hands at my hips, I wait to hear what he's going to play next. If he ruins the mood he'll be cursed with a crabby woman for the rest of the evening.

Alas, the opening lines to Eight Days A Week begin to sound and although his eyes haven't quite woken up yet, Harry begins to dance to the poppy tune while extending his arms out to me. He's so charming with his bed hair as I accept the invitation. He's full of fancy footwork and twists. He even spins me around a few times, smiling sluggishly. This is exactly what I needed.

Harry claps and bows when the song ends. Giving me a big hug, he reminds me that we ought to start getting ready for the dinner soon. Right. Back to reality. I march straight to my luggage in search of the outfit. This outfit will make the statement I need for them to take me seriously. I pull out my white high waist shorts, black button shirt of sheer and solid vertical stripes and my open toe high heels.

"Why do we look so stunnin' tonight? What's the occasion, love?"

"Well if you must know, today is a special day," I smile as I brush my hair up into a tidy bun, channeling my inner Hepburn.

"I'm drawin' a blank. Should I know this?" Harry looks lost, pausing from fixing his hair in the mirror.

"Today is the 21st. It's been approximately one month since the day we met."

"Is that all it's been?" Harry scowls in disbelief. "Surely it feels like more. That can't be right."

"Oh, it's right! I have it all down on my calendar, the day I arrived to London. March 21st."

"Well I don't have to tell you how glad I am you arrived on the day you did. . . and showed up that night . . . and came back here . . . and said yes."

"Technically, I nodded."

"Yes I remember but technically it doesn't matter. The important thing is, you stayed."

I stop all that I'm doing and gaze dreamily at Harry through the mirror. His words bring me back to that day and I know it couldn't have played out any better than it did. Such a mysterious boy with his tempting offer and silly me who decided to play along. But that got us here, together, and I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.

He is so handsome and I'm sure he's reminded of this everyday but he doesn't parade the obvious. His eyes appear vibrant as his mouth shifts into a half smile. Turning around I lean against the counter and reach out for his hand to pull him close. Harry's only wearing basketball shorts, allowing me to take advantage of him and run my fingers over his smooth back.

"The important thing is . . . you gave me a reason to stay," I conclude.

Harry's arms wrap around me and I lean my head against his chest as he rests his upon mine. In the midst of this genuine moment a vital warning invades my mind. I haven't taken my pill today! I politely kiss Harry's cheek and give him a warm smile, acting as though nothing has rattled my brain.

I'm supposed to take it everyday at the same time. Judging by this morning and last night, any slips could hold great consequences. . .fast and inconvenient consequences. Harry is done styling his hair back and is looking sharp in his grey button shirt with black jeans. I especially love it when he spares the first few buttons allowing some tattoo exposure, its the perfect distraction. I wouldn't mind a chest starring contest between the two of us, knowing that would lead to funner things.

My bangs are swept to the side, black smoky liner accentuating my squinty eyes and pale glossy lips finish my statement. This is just the mask of boldness that I need to stand up to Kaycee tonight, I will not be intimidated by her. She will either have to play nice or I'll have to show her I have some claws of my own.

"Are you aright, babe?" Harry cocks his head to the side, stuffing his pockets with his phone and wallet.

"Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"

"Dunno. . ." he presses his lips into a flat line. "Ready to go?"


Harry plays music on our drive to the restaurant. I'm not in a chatty mood as I give myself a quiet pep talk on how to address certain people this evening. My mind is so fogged I almost forget the inevitable crowd awaiting the guests of honor when we arrive.

Three security guards book it to our car once we park, they help us out and guide us to the entrance. It's very disorienting when this happens at night, I can't see where I'm going, my head is facing the ground and the flashes bombard my eyes till I'm left seeing blue circles a while after. I feel Harry's hand tangle in mine and I immediately feel safe again.

We walk into the nice restaurant, into the silence, where I'm free to breathe and look around without some lens getting shoved in my face. There are gentlemen in suits wanting to steal Harry for a few minutes. I signal him that I'll be at the table and he nods with a wink. I spot Lou right away, always a friendly face, greeting her with a hug. I see Louis with Eleanor, Liam and Sophia, Niall with a friend and Zayn sitting next to Troy.

Making my way to three empty chairs, I take a seat. I'm right across from Troy, who waves hello, yet I don't see the other three band mates. Speaking too soon, the chair to my right pulls out and in sits Billy. Oh joy.

"My my, Jude. You sure do look lovely tonight," Billy says low enough for me to hear while facing forward, hands clasped over the table.

"Thanks, Billy. Where's Kaycee and Zac?"

"Oh, they're at it again. They'll come in a few minutes."

"Oh?" I answer puzzled.

"They're together, I guess you didn't know that. See, Kaycee's my cousin and I love her like my sister but she's a stubborn pain in the ass," Billy smirks. "And Zac is just as stubborn as she is."

Interesting. Cousins? Kaycee and Zac . . . a couple? Didn't see that coming. Now I'm looking forward to these interviews, hopefully I'll get to know them more and find out why Kaycee is such a b. . .belligerent person.

Billy joins in on Zayn and Troy's conversation so I just watch and listen quietly. I see Harry approach the table and find the chair beside me. Then a couple of minutes later, Zac and Kaycee walk in, as normal as can be.

"Don't let the calm act fool you. Kaycee looks tough on the outside but inside she's hurting," Billy leans in to tell me.

I keep my eyes fixed on the table, not ready to look at the couple just yet. I find it odd that Billy has shared more than I care to know, that's their life, their personal business. Harry on the other hand is looking at me and places his hand on my thigh, squeezing it twice for my attention.When I turn to him, he raises his eye brows and quickly glances at Billy, my guess is to know what he wanted.

"He was just telling me that Zac and Kaycee happen to argue a lot," I whisper in his ear.

Harry nods slowly as he chews on his bottom lip, leaving his hand on my lap. I cradle my hands around his and enjoy his closeness. Trying to eaves drop on the many conversations, I notice Billy starring blankly at my lap. The moment Harry starts to laugh at Calvin's comment, sitting on the far left, Billy leans in again.

"I didn't know you two were a couple."

"Yeah, it's fairly new. A month now actually," I respond in casual chit chat.

"Ah, so you're not showing off those legs for me?"

My eyes widen and I shake my head in lost hopes for this schmuck. Here I am trying to give the guy a chance and he still has more to say. I wouldn't mind the friendly flirting if I weren't with Harry but he doesn't seem to get that. I choose to ignore him for the rest of the evening, not wanting to cause a scene and much less reason for Harry to be alarmed.

Troy begins to tell us about his ultimate concert experience, engaging half the table or at least those nearest to him. My attention is on him but I can still see what going on around me. In the corner of my eye, I see Zac talking into Kaycee's ear and her pursed lips begin to soften. Then there's Billy, blazing two holes on to my thighs. I suddenly feel very uncomfortable; so much for being taken seriously.

Harry removes his hand from mine and reaches over my lap till his hand grips over the edge of my chair. I'm clueless to what he's doing until he pulls my chair next to his. Then he stretches his arm around my shoulder and the glances exchanged between him and Billy are cold enough to send icy chills down my spine.

The tension has me sitting quite still and I begin to ponder how they got along before I entered the picture. I imagine them joking around or talking about their favorite songs or bands. They both seem like the flirts of the group, I could only assume everyone got along well with each another.

Scanning across the table, I freeze once I make eye contact with Kaycee. I see a glimpse of sadness in her eyes before she quickly disguises it and looks away. I don't know when Zac was expecting to talk to me but I'm no longer open to any discussions relating work. In fact, I need a glass of wine if I'm going to make it through the night. Make that three.

Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

"Blackbird" -The Beatles

"Eight Days A Week" - The Beatles

"Your Legs Grow" Nada Surf

I have the next chapter already written with a few paragraphs left to complete it amigas. And unlike the past times, there would be no need to delay in this update. Soon, before Friday, pinky promise. Muah! Mucho Amor! Ciao!