I wake up by sweet kisses. I could feel the scent of him before my conscious even registered where I was. The soft sheets tells me that I'm not in my own bed and the yummy lips is telling me that I have a very handsome guy here.

“Hey babe, I need to go.” He was whispering, running his nose up and down my ear.

“No.” I grunted and he chuckled low.

“Yes. The others are waiting for me.”

“No, stay.” I said without opening my eyes.

“I wish that I could. You know that.” He was rising up, away from me. I sat up quickly, feeling my head spin. It was friday and they were going to London today. They had an early train to catch.

“Okey, I'm up!” I said trying to get my head not to spin so fast.

“No, go back to sleep, I left you a key on the kitchen counter for you.” He said while he stood by the bed looking all to good. “I need to go though.” I pulled at his shirt to get him closer and leaned back down on the bed. I kissed his lips passionately. Not wanting to let go.

“Stay with me.” I whispered between kisses. He grunted. “Stay.”

“You're killing me here, love.” He growled before I kissed him again. I absolute loved it when he called me love. I released him and he stood up.

“Just making sure you want to come back.” I said a little flirty.

“You know I want to. I don't even want to go.” He says as he leans over me again, looking deep into my eyes. I stretch my hand out and pulls it through his beautiful hair before I lean up to softly kiss his lips.

“Bye.” I whisper against them.

“Bye.” He sadly says looking torn, before he walks out.

I sat and watched the door for a while, listening to the front door close and then it went quiet. I took a deep breath. I hated to let him go, knowing that he was going to go on a date later tonight. Ugh! I layed back down on the pillows letting out a sigh. This week had been amazing. We had spent all free moments together, I had even slept here almost every night. I loved waking up beside him, seeing his sleeping face was my highlight of the day, so relaxed.

I turned on my side and tried to get some more sleep, it was only five in the morning. I woke up a few hours later and it felt so empty in the apartment. I looked at my phone to see three texts from Harry. One from the cab ride, right after he left, and two from the train about one hour in between.

From Harry
Wish I could stay in that bed with you. You look too tempting in it.

From Harry
This trip will suck without you.

From Harry
Only 65 hours left until I see you again. Countdown started.

I answered him immediately.

To Harry
64 hours now. Have fun, but not too much! ;)

I decided to go up and get home, it was too weird to be in his apartment when he wasn't here, it felt so empty. I took a walk home since the sun was shining and I didn't have anything planned for the day, or the whole weekend for that matter. Everyone I knew was in London and there wasn't any work to be done. I had lied to Harry and said that I had lots to do, otherwise he wouldn't have left. I guess I have to figure something out to do so I don't go crazy.

I stopped on my way home and bought breakfast at a nice store and then I eat it in the park by my house. It was a really nice day and it was a few degrees warmer than it have been the last week. I sat on a bench in the park for a while, soaking up the sun.

When I got home I decided to have a whole day to pamper myself. I took a shower before I got out to take the bus downtown. I walked into a hair salon and hoped that they would have an appointment and thankfully they had one a bit later. While I waited for that I walked into different stores and looked at clothes. I found a pretty dress, a pair of jeans and a pair of shoes that I really liked. It felt good to not have anything to hurry for, just to walk around town, looking into boutiques. I walked into the hairdresser not knowing what I should do, I only knew that I needed to trim my ends, but should I change my whole hairstyle? I asked the lovely man who was going to cut my hair.

“No love, I will not take away these lovely curls! But we could give you some honey highlights, that would give it a little more life and trim the ends to give it a little more volume.” He said looking at me through the mirror. That was good for me, it would made a difference but not too much.

I was very happy walking out of the hair salon with my new wonderful hairstyle. It felt fresh and fluffy and I walked with my head held high as I looked for a cafe to drink some tea. I had told Harry not to text me this evening, I didn't want to be in the middle of that date. I was trying to do everything to try and not think about it. I looked in some more stores after my tea and found a beautiful necklace that I bought.

I decided to go for a movie that night. I chose a comedy but sat there in the back not able to think about anything other then what he would be doing right now. We hadn't talked too much about this date, mostly because it was weird, but also because I didn't want those details in my head. But then again, here I was sitting and making things up. Why did I do this to myself?

I had no clue what that movie was about when I walked out of the movie theatre. It was eleven in the evening so I decided to go home. I wasn't up to go to a pub all by myself, I wanted my bed right now.

I crawl down under the cover, looking at my phone. I hadn't heard anything from Harry, but I guess his night wasn't over yet. I sigh and put my phone on the night table. Normal couples didn't have to deal with this. I realized then that we hadn't really talked about us, not in a defining way anyway. Was he my boyfriend? And if so, would we come out in the public eye? What would happen then? So many questions, so few answers. Thankfully I felt my heavy lids close and I was soon asleep.

I woke up with a jolt. My phone was screaming on the nightstand. I answered without looking at it.

“Hello?” My voice was thick with sleep and I kept my eyes closed.

“Hi. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you.” His lovely voice said on the other side. Harry.

“No, it's fine. Are you okey?” I asked as I looked at the clock which said that it was a little after one in the morning.

“Yeah, I just missed you.” His voice was low.

“I miss you too.” It felt so empty in bed without his arms around me. He was quiet then and all I could hear was his breathing.

“I wish you were her with me.” I whispered after a while.

“Me too.”

“Did everything go okey tonight?” I had to ask, he sounded strange.

“Yeah, lots of paparazzi there so that was good.”

“Good. Try to get some sleep and call me in the morning?” I felt exhausted.

“I will. Sleep well love.” He said before hanging up. I could hear some distress in his voice but I was too tired to ponder over that now. It didn't take long before I was heavy sleeping again.

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I woke early though and put on the TV before I walked to the stove to get some water going for my tea. All of a sudden I hear a woman on the TV say “..and Harry Styles new love interest. We have the scoop.” I walk back to the couch and sit down. They worked fast these people. I confess that I was a little curious to who she was. We hadn't talked about it, I didn't know anything more then that she was from New York.

“I'm sorry girls, our heartthrob from One Direction – Harry Styles, seems to have been taken. He was seen out last night...” I felt my heart stop. I watched the video they had of Harry walking out of the restaurant holding hands with a beautiful blond. I recognized her immediately, knowing that she was one of those 'wannabes'. Her whole family was, they did everything to make rumors, get attention and keep up their reputation. I felt sick. Seeing him hold hands with another girl gave me flashback from the club and him kissing that girl there. It stung my heart. Then to see him with her. Ugh! I decided to text him.

To Harry
Her? Why her?

I didn't get an answer, but then again, it was only eight in the morning and he had come in pretty late last night.

I hated this, I didn't want people to think Harry was with her, not her of all people. Harry wasn't that kind of guy, he should be seen with beautiful nice people, right?

I needed to do something to get out of my head. I decided that I would go for a run. I put some clothes on and put my ipod on with loud music, that would keep my mind from thinking about anything but the music. It worked pretty good, I was out for about an hour, running in the park.

When I got back I dropped down in the couch with a glass of water when I saw my phone light up on the table. I had gotten five missed calls and two texts. All from Harry. Oops! I called him back.

“Why haven't you answered?” He was shouting on the other end when he answered, I could sens that he was pacing. Why was he this distressed?

“I'm sorry, I was on a run and left the phone at home. Are you okey?” I got a little worried that something had happened.

“You didn't answer.” He breathed a little calmer. “I got scared.” He confess.

“What were you scared of?” I hated hearing that destroyed emotion in his voice.

“That you were angry. That you'd left.” He breathed out.

“Hey, I'm here. Okey? I'm not angry. I don't particularly like that you now officially are dating her, but I'll live.” I try to convince him. He took a deep breath.

“I hate it. I don't want to be dating her. I want you.” I exhaled, my shoulders relaxing, I hadn't even realized they'd been tense. I knew that he was sitting down now, probably pulling his hand through his hair. I loved that I could see him in my mind so clear.

“And I you. It will be fine.”

“I have to go get ready.” He doesn't sound happy.

“Yeah? Going shopping in London?” I try to make myself sound happy to get his mood up.

“No, not really...” He sighs. “I have to meet her for lunch.” I can barely hear him, his voice so low. I feel the shock on my face. Again? This he hadn't told me.

“I didn't know that. I thought it only was one date?” I asks confused.

“They want it to be obvious and a lunch date the morning after make it look like that.”

“I thought the handholding made it obvious enough.” I say more to myself then to him.

“What?” He sounds surprised. I hesitated, it sounded like I'd checked up on him. Like I'd searched the internet for documentation on their date.

“Yeah, well... it was all over the news this morning, video and all.” I don't think I have anything to be ashamed of, it was all over the world by now.

“Oh! I didn't know you'd seen those.” He sounds even sadder. “Ahh, I hate this!” He growled.

“It's okey. Go on that lunch, then come back to me.” I say as I pull on a thread on my shirt.

“I will.” Is all he says before we hand up.

I was torn, I hated hearing him like this. He sounded so hurt to be in between different world like this. But I also hated it. I didn't want anyone with him. I didn't want other girls to be linked to him. Even though I knew that it always would be like that. People always talked and celebrities always had rumors around them. As I said before, our worlds were miles apart.

The day went slowly and I didn't hear anything more from Harry. I didn't want to text him in case he was with her. That would be weird. The night came and I was laying awake in my bed. My mind wouldn't shut up. Thoughts ran back and forth like a crazy marathon. Was this my life now? Being the secret girlfriend? Always to see pictures of him with other girls? Never be able to go out alone with him?

Was it wort it? Could my heart stand it?

Notes

I will probably double update today. You want that?

Thank you for the few comments I get, makes me so happy that you guys like this story! I have a lot of plans for it. :)