We pulled up to a restaurant which paparazzi were already standing outside of, cameras ready.

"We had the place closed down for a private lunch," Liam smiled.

"Really? That's amazing," I lightly clapped.

Harry put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him, and whispered into my ear, "It's all for you." I guess I kind of ruined that with Ryann. But Louis brought Holly, so I'm not all to blame. And I didn't exactly invite Ryann, she volunteered. This is probably going to be a disaster but I might as well enjoy it for now.

"Keep your faces hidden and don't answer any questions," Zayn announced, looking more at Holly than anyone else.

Holly rolled her eyes, "I'm not an idiot, Zayn."

"Okay then, open the door Paul," Niall leaned through the window that leads to the driver's seat.

Paul, their security guard, got out of the limo, making the driver get out with him. The limo driver opened the door, causing a roar of energy to spread through the paparazzi. We all did well to cover our faces as Paul and the boys led us to the door of the restaurant. Paul held the door for us as we all made our way inside.

Louis patted Paul's shoulder, "Thanks Man." Paul nodded his head and began to close the door, making his way back outside.

"Wait!" I held my hand up. Paul stopped and furrowed his brows. "Why don't you eat with us?"

"Oh, this is all for you guys," Paul smiled. "Normally I would, just to keep the boys out of trouble." He smirked as his eyes scanned each of the boy's faces. Then, he returned to my attention with a genuine smile spread across his face. "But you guys have business to discuss. Thanks for the offer though." He nodded at me as he closed the doors in front of him.

Louis put his hand on my shoulder, "That was very sweet of you, but he's right. We have things to talk about. Come on." He took his hand off my shoulder and pressed it onto my back, guiding me to the table everyone was already gathered at. I plopped into a seat in between Harry and Ryann.

A tall red headed man walked over and pulled a notepad out of his waiter belt thing. You guys know I'm not good with naming this stuff. "Hi, my name is Adam, I will be your waiter. Can I start you all off with a drink?"

We all requested our drinks and stared at our menus. At this point, my stomach wouldn't shut up. I kept sucking it in, hoping that would stop it, but it only worked for a good 60 seconds. I started rubbing my irritated tummy to see if that would help too. This is just embarrassing. Adam came back with our drinks and took all of our food orders as well. Once we all received our food, we finally spoke. And yes, we've been nothing but quiet unless we were ordering.

"So Lexington, how have you been?" Niall asked after taking a sip of his soda.

"I've been good. A lot has changed in the past two months," I said in between bites of my chicken caesar salad.

"She's a Youtuber now," Ryann said with her mouth full of food.

"Really? And what do you do?" Louis asked.

I swallowed my food before replying, "A little but of everything I guess."

"Like sing?" Harry raised his eyebrows and looked down at me.

I only sing for few people. How would he know I sing? I suddenly felt shy and looked down at the floor. "No," I said quietly.

"Well you said everything," Harry smirked.

I lightly shoved his shoulder and giggled, "Shut up." Whew, he was just messing with me. I cleared my throat. "I meant: I do challenges, give advice, cook, bake, and answer questions. I've actually gotten quite a bit of questions about you boys. Someone asked me what Zayn smells like."

"What was your answer?" Zayn asked curiously.

"Sex," I snickered. Everyone began laughing, except Holly of course.

Holly made a popping sound with her lips. "You wouldn't even know what that smells like," she raised one of her eyebrows.

I groaned, "Why must you always ruin things for me? You don't know my life."

"Well it's true, isn't it?" she shrugged. She's actually wrong, but I didn't feel like explaining my sex life to the boys. Which of the two boys I've dated did I have sex with? Does it really matter? Both of them were jerks and I'm ashamed I even gave up my virginity to one of them.

"Well, then you reek of a stench I like to call 'slut,'" Ryann chimed in. Here we go.

"Look who's talking," Holly slammed her hands onto the table, making a few of us jump.

"Wanna go, Bitch?" Ryann stood up and clenched her fists. I slouched in my seat and hid my face. Can I pretend I don't know these people?

"Okay, okay. That's enough," Louis commanded both girls. I watched as Niall grabbed Ryann's wrist and led her back down into her seat. Sweet, sweet Niall.

"Look, we're here to get a few things cleared up, not to watch a cat fight," Liam waved his hands.

"So talk," I crossed my arms and sat up straight. "Please, before another battle erupts."

"First of all, can we trust your friend?" Zayn pointed to Ryann.

I smiled at her before smiling at him, "Of course."

"Okay well..." Harry paused to adjust in his seat so that he is facing me. "Taylor and I have decided to put an end to our fake relationship."

"Fake?" Ryann's jaw dropped.

Niall snickered behind his hand, "They never got back together." I laughed with him, that was a good joke.

"Anyways, we've had a meeting with the management about it. They're not happy," Harry continued.

"Okay?" I don't see why I need to know this.

Harry grabbed my hand and rested his other hand on top of it. "Then I told them about you."

"You what?" I was surprised.

"They came up with a new plan. And you can say no if you want to. They said we can have Taylor and I be friends, you and Taylor be friends, and you and I..." He paused to swallow. "We can be together."

"Seriously?" Holly raised her eyebrows. I heard Louis shush her. Thank goodness he is smart.

I looked down at Harry and I's hands, "I don't understand. How will that help your fundraising?"

"We're still overcoming battles. Taylor and I are able to be friends, and she's able to be friends with her ex's girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" my heart began racing hard.

He brushed my hand with his long fingers, "Well, not yet, at least. I mean, we barely know each other." Gee thanks, Styles. Way to freak me out for no reason. "But we're here in America, at our pool house, for a week. After that, we'd like to fly you out to London for Christmas. And we'll fly your family out with you, so you're not celebrating alone."

This is all just so unexpected. Of course I'd love to be his girlfriend but he's right. We've only spent three total days together and we don't know much about each other at all. If we're gonna make this work, we're gonna have to be friends first. But I'll also be part of his world. The fame world, that is. It's a scary thought. I know I've been saying haters gonna hate and all, but I don't know. I still hate it when people don't like me, or are upset because of me and that's exactly what's going to happen. It's going to be a hard process, but will it be worth it in the end?

Ryann snapped me out of my thoughts when she yelled, "Can I go too?"

"Of course," Harry smiled to her.

"I..." I couldn't even think of what to say.

"Just spend time with me this week, and you can decide afterwards," Harry pleaded. I nodded as he tucked strands of my hair behind my ear. He shot me a smile and kissed me on the forehead. "I promise you won't regret it. Maybe I could even be in one of your videos."

I smirked, "Not happening."

He held his chest and fake-gasped, "Why not?"

"Because Duckie has to be in a video first," I winked at Niall.

"Loser! She chose me over you," Niall stood up, pointing at Harry and laughing.

"Why you little..." Harry said before getting out of his chair and running after Niall, who was already running away. Niall didn't get very far before Harry leaped into the air, landed on the Irish boy, and knocked them both to the floor. Harry held Niall in a headlock and yelled, "Take it back!"

I joked, "Children these days."

"See what I have to deal with?" Liam pointed at the boys who are still wrestling on the floor.

---

We all finished our lunch and decided it was time for the girls and I to go back to school. So they all dropped us off. Before I could walk in, Harry let me know he was going to meet me in front of the campus after school was over. He should've just surprised me because the rest of school is going to go by slow now.

I showed up late to my fifth period, making my teacher frustrated. Apparently, 'I was with One Direction' is not an excuse. It really should be. I plopped down into my seat and sighed. Maybe I can daydream to keep things interesting,

"Are you Lexington?" a girl from behind me asked. Guess I'm not daydreaming. I turned around to see a pretty blonde smiling at me.

Here we go. More questions about One Direction. I smiled politely, "Yes."

"What's it like?" She rested her head onto the palms of her hands.

"Can you be more specific?" Seriously, she could be talking about anything.

She rolled her eyes with a smile. "You went from being the shy girl with just a pretty smile-" Shy girl? I was never shy! "-to the most talked about girl in the school. What's it like?"

"People don't talk about me, they talk about me being with the boys."

She looked taken back by my words and let out a little laugh. "Not what I've heard. Lexington, people practically worship you."

"Why? Because they're jealous?"

"In a way, yes. But you're also a really sweet girl. I heard about what you said in one of your YouTube videos. It's very kind of you to ask people to support St. Jude's Children's Hospital."

My heart dropped and I quickly looked at the floor. "Thanks," was all I could manage to say. A lump formed in my throat, making it hard for me to swallow. I was fighting back tears and burying my emotions as deep inside me as I could.

"Are you okay?" the girl put her hand on my shoulder. I just nodded at her, fearing my own words would make me cry.

The rest of class, I kept my head onto my desk as my arms hid my face. No one needed to know I was sad because if they knew, then questions would be asked. I need to stay happy for my night with Harry. Luckily I don't have a seventh period, so I will see him soon. He'll make me feel better without even knowing it. I found my composure just in time for the school bell to ring. Time to go see Harry.

---

I walked to the front of the campus, expecting to see a crowd of girls and a limo. Neither of those were there. Where is he? I found a wall that's used as a planter and sat on it. I sighed impatiently and kicked my feet around.

I immediately turned around when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Can I have a ride?" Ryann asked. Damn.

I sighed, "Yeah."

"What's up?" Ryann asked, popping the 'p'.

I stood up and began walking towards my car, Ryann followed close behind. "I was waiting for Harry, but I guess he's not showing up."

"Douche."

"Yup," I dug for my keys in my backpack as we reached my car. "Maybe I should've expected that."

Ryann shrugged as she pulled a bag of Cheetos out of her pack. "His loss is my gain."

I chuckled, "Get in the car, Dork." She did as I asked and I plopped in on my side as well. I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards Ryann's house. With my luck, the radio began playing 'Little Things.' I groaned in frustration, which went unnoticed by Ryann.

"Do you know anyone with an Afro?" Ryann asked before tossing a Cheeto into her mouth.

"No?" She's so random sometimes.

She shrugged, "Okay, so then you don't know the guy who's chasing us." She pointed out the window, towards a tall, tan skinned guy with an Afro, who was running along the side of my car. I slammed onto my breaks, knowing exactly who that was.

Ryann's head tossed forward and back onto the seat. "Ow!"

"Sorry," I rubbed the back of her head before unbuckling and stepping out of my car. "Har-Hamilton?" Harry was bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for air. "Hammy, are you okay?" I chuckled to myself as I pat his back.

"Geez, you couldn't wait one more minute?" he finally managed to speak.

I smirked, "But you were taking forever."

"I hate you," he looked up at me and glared before he stood up straight.

I gasped, "Never! Now get in the back seat."

"I am not sitting in the back of that," he pointed at my Volkswagen Beetle. "That is way too small for me."

"Well I don't see your ride anywhere," I scanned the area with a smile. "And Ryann got dibs so you get to sit in the back."

Harry muttered a few choice words before he climbed into my car. He wound up laying down because when he sat up straight, his head touched the ceiling of my car. Laying down back there couldn't have been any better. He had to roll himself into a ball so his long legs wouldn't take up so much room. This is what he gets for being late, and for wearing that stupid wig again.

"I really hate you," he growled from the backseat.

"Oh quit your whining, Oprah," Ryann rolled her eyes. That was a weak joke considering Oprah doesn't always have an afro. Why do I have to be so literal? Even though I thought her joke was lame, I high-fived her anyways and smirked at the street.

---

We dropped Ryann off at her house. Before she went in, she tried taking photos of her and Harry because of the embarrassing wig, but he kept hiding his face. She finally gave up and walked into her house, leaving her seat for Harry to take. He climbed up to the front seat, using the top of my head and his seat for balance, since his feet were on the shoulders of the seat.

"Ow Harry!" I yelped, grabbing his arm and pushing it towards him. He lost his balance, causing him to fall head first into the area for your feet. I listened to him hiss and moan in pain before helping him get up. He shot me a glare.

I have him a cheeky grin, "Well if you weren't late, you wouldn't have had to deal with this."

"I wasn't late!" he snapped. "I stood there, waiting for you for twenty minutes. When I finally spotted you, you were getting into your car. So I had to run after you!"

"Oops," I bit my lip. No wonder he's pissed. But I still didn't see him. I won't let him win this fight. "Well maybe if you brought your limo and weren't wearing that dumb disguise, then you would've been easier to find!"

"Don't turn this around on me!" he pointed at me, almost poking me in the chest.

"Well I'm not the only one to blame!" I yelled back. I lightly shoved him, thinking he'd probably just shove me back. What he did next, surprised me. He came at me like he was going to attack me but gave me an aggressive kiss instead. He was very forceful with the kiss, biting my lip here and there. Soon, he forced his tongue through my lips, no permission wanted. I moaned, actually liking this side of Harry. Maybe we should fight more often.

Tap! Tap! Ryann interrupted our kiss by tapping on the window. Harry and I glared at her in frustration. How dare she ruin that. She made kissy faces at us as I started the car's engine and drove off. Bitch.

After a few minutes of driving, I realized I didn't know where I was going. "So what are we doing?" I asked Harry.

"I figured I'd let you choose. That's why I didn't bring the limo and I'm wearing this dumb disguise," he air quoted the word 'dumb.'

"Well, I don't know what to do," I groaned. I thought about it for a minute and decided what we could do. "Why don't we go to my house, that way you don't have to wear that stupid thing anymore."

He laughed, "Sounds good."

---

We pulled up to my house and made our way towards the front door.

"Hey, you actually took me straight to your house this time," Harry laughed as I rummaged for my house key in my backpack.

I stopped looking for my key and shot him a puzzled look, "What are you talking about?"

He giggled and cleared his throat, "Nothing."

I finally found my key and unlocked the door, muttering to myself, "Weirdo." I walked straight towards the kitchen as Harry shut the door behind us. I set my bag onto a bar stool and made my way to the pantry.

"Ah, you're in need of food," Harry smirked as he took off his ridiculous wig, revealing his beautiful chocolate brown curls. He took a navy blue cloth out of his pocket and put it on his head; it was a headband. It went well with his tan skin and white t-shirt.

I shook the thoughts out of my mind and replied with one simple word, "Nope." I pulled out a box of yellow cake mix, a bag of chocolate chips, a box of instant vanilla pudding mix, a bottle of canola oil, and a tin of chocolate frosting. I took all the items and put them on the counter. Harry pointed at the baking goods and have me a questioning look. I just giggled and went to the refrigerator to grab four eggs. I placed them on the counter as well before walking over to a cabinet and grabbing a mixing bowl, a measuring cup and a cupcake pan. That's right, we're making cupcakes, chocolate chip cupcakes to be exact.

"Ooh, I know baking goods when I see them," Harry rubbed his hands together in excitement. "Can I help?"

I fake gasped, "Harry Styles is going to bake?" It's exactly what I want him to do, he just doesn't know it.

He held his chest and laughed his cute little laugh. He sat down on a bar stool and leaned on the counter. "I used to work at a bakery, you know?"

"Doesn't mean you know how to bake," I tested him.

He leaned so far over the counter that his face was inches away from mine, "Is that a challenge?"

"Game on, Styles." I love these games with him. They always turn out fun in the end.

"But..." here we go, he's giving me his conditions. "...we have to record this for your YouTube channel."

I shrugged, "Fine. May the best baker and decorator win."

"Wait, decorator?" He seemed blindsided.

I leaned towards his face this time, "Oh yeah, decorator." I straightened my body and walked over to the pantry, pulling out a box of multiple colors of icing. This will be fun.

I left Harry with the recipe while I went upstairs to get my camera. Since he didn't know how to make chocolate chip cupcakes from scratch, I'm letting him use the recipe. I came downstairs with my video camera and tripod to find Harry studying the paper. When he concentrates, he looks so cute. His eyebrows were crinkled, his eyes were squinted, and his mouth was slightly open. He looks hot no matter what, really. He looked up from the paper to see me staring at him and gave me a bright smile, showing off his beautiful dimples that I've missed so much.

I smiled back as I set up the tripod and placed the camera on top of it. I set the camera so it was facing the counter that Harry and I will be baking at. Then, I walked over to the counter and moved the bar stools so they were out of the shot. "Ready?" I asked him as I made my way back towards the camera.

"Hold on," he held his finger out at me. Then he went to a cabinet and grabbed out a mixing bowl and cupcake tray for himself. Then he walked over to me and planted a kiss onto my lips. "Now I'm ready," he smiled. I love kissing this boy. I sighed happily before turning on my camera, pressing record, and walking over to his side.

I nodded at him before beginning my video, "Sup guys? Lex here. And to-"

I was interrupted by Harry's deep voice, "Yo."

I shoved his shoulder, "Shut up Harry. Anyways, today I'm here with Harry Styles. He and I have a little competition going on. Who is the better baker?"

"Obviously me," Harry immediately said after me, while pointing his thumb towards himself.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I smirked at him. I smiled back at the camera, "We are going to be baking chocolate chip cupcakes for our very amazing judges."

"Amazing," he echoed me while waving a spatula. He must've pulled it out while I was upstairs. "I should get a prize for when I win."

"How about, when I win, you have to take your shirt off for all of the ladies out there," I winked at the camera.

"I think you got something in your eye," he pointed to the eye I just winked with.

I pinched his side, "Shush, you Butt-wipe."

"When I win, you have to take your shirt off for the camera," Harry nodded his head at the camera like the cocky bastard he is.

"Harry, you sound like a whore. Redo that," I commanded him. He doesn't need his fans hearing him say things like that.

He shrugged, "Fine." He faces the camera with a challenging look on his face, "If I win, then you have to dye your hair cherry red."

"What? No!" I was not about to dye my hair at all. I loved it the way it was, and it took me long time I get it this way. I'm a natural blonde, but my hair was too bright for my skin; that's why I dyed it black to begin with.

"Come on Lex, I could've chosen green or yellow, but I chose a nicer color." He was right. Damn it.

I sighed, "Fine."

"Alright, then let's get to winning." I glared at him. "I mean baking."

"Whatever you say Harold," I rolled my eyes. "Let's begin." I went to the pantry an pulled out another box of yellow cake mix and instant vanilla pudding mix and handed them to Harry. Luckily I had extras in case I'd mess up a batch. We both opened our cake and pudding mixes and dumped them into our own bowls.

Then, I went to a cabinet and pulled out a measuring cup. Sadly, I only had one measuring cup. I walked over to the sink, put in a cup of tap water, and headed towards my bowl.

"Thanks," Harry smirked, trying to take the cup out of my hand.

I pulled it away from him, "Harry, wait your turn."

"Oh so you weren't just being polite?" He pulled the water to his chest and smirked.

"Oh sorry, ladies first," I let go of measuring cup with a bold smile.

"Jerk," Harry dipped his fingers into the water and flicked the water at my face.

I gasped and wiped the water from my face, "Oh I'll show you a jerk." I grabbed one of the eggs and attempted to crack it over Harry's head. Unfortunately, I'm short. I had to improvise by slapping the egg against the side of his head. He just stood there with a smile and took it. What I didn't realize was that he had reached for an egg as well. He cracked it into his own hand and rubbed the egg onto my face in patterns.

"Haaaarrrryyyy," I whined.

"Hush, you still look beautiful," he cupped my cheeks and smiled. I bit my lip and felt my cheeks heat up.

I cleared my throat, "Okay, time to be serious and make these cupcakes. Can you handle that?"

"Yes M'lady," Harry bowed and giggled like a child. I sure like the strange one's.

We made our cupcakes and placed them into the oven, occasionally cracking jokes here and there. We didn't want to bore our audience.

"I know what they'd like," I slid my finger through the batter in the bowl. "They'd like you to sing for them. Eh?" I licked the batter off of my finger, delicious. I'm so going to win.

Harry gave me a shy smile. Is he nervous? "Only if you sing with me."

My eyes widened and turned away from the green eyed boy. Why does he keep talking about me singing? I finally gained enough courage to face him, "No thanks."

"Guess I'm not singing then," Harry shrugged.

"You're such a let down," I pouted. Seriously! Maybe I just wanted to hear him sing. Couldn't he be like the guy I daydream about? The sweeter Harry? Geez he's so difficult.

"I could say the same about you," he said before putting his hand inside his bowl of batter. Oh no. Before I could react, he slapped batter into my hair. Bastard.

I placed my hand into my bowl and smeared it onto his shirt. "Oh no, looks like you're going to have to take that shirt off anyways," I motioned my hands as if I were rubbing my eyes, gesturing that he's a baby. Why I did that, I do not know.

He rubbed his fingers onto my lips, "Oops, you have batter on your lips. I'll have to fix that." He bit his lip as he inched closer to me. My breath was getting shaky and butterflies were exploding in my stomach. This feeling was stronger than ever before; it's exciting. Before he could even reach me, I jumped into his arms and crashed my lips into his. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed his touch. He smiled into the kiss as he held me up by my butt. I moaned when he spontaneously squeezed my ass and nibbled on my lip. He broke the kiss and began leaving wet smooches on my jawline. Chills went down my spine when he hit my sensitive spot on my neck.

"Harry," I moaned. I needed him, now more than ever. He stopped kissing my neck and gazed into my eyes; glimmers of lust and passion shown in his. He kissed me on the lips one more time and put me onto the ground. He grabbed my hand and began leading me to the stairs.

"Wait the camera," I broke free and ran to turn it off. "What about the cupcakes?"

"They still need to bake for another twenty minutes," he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs again. "I only need two." He winked at me before running up the stairs, practically dragging me. Once we reached the top, he slammed me into a wall and attacked my neck with more kisses. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access and bit my lip to prevent more moans from being released. I feel like my mouth noises sound unattractive or rather disgusting.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and allowed him to grab my thighs and hold me up to his waist again. I made contact with his lips as he carried me to my bedroom. Once there, he threw me onto my bed and climbed on top of me. He slightly lifted up my shirt and began kissing my bare stomach, I arched my back in pleasure and let out an unwanted moan. Harry's head shot up and he gave me a devilish grin. Does he like it when I moan?

He sat up and quickly removed his batter-covered shirt. His nicely toned abs shown before me and before I knew it, I found my lips trailing up them. Damn, who knew I could be so...dirty? His breath got just as shaky as my lips made their way up his bare body; his hands fisted my batter covered hair as my lips finally met his. I heard him moan when my hand accidentally brushed his groin. His moan was so deep and raspy, I loved it. I broke from our kiss and gave him a smirk before getting off of my bed and closing the door. This is going to be a fun night.

Notes

Dayum, things got steamy. I'm sorry to disappoint anyone who wanted me to describe the sex scene. I won't be going any farther than this when it comes to those scenes. I'm not into that stuff.

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