By Chance of Fate

When the concert was done, and the stadium started to clear, Madison and I had just agreed that I would meet her back at the hotel. She was really cautious and didn't want to go backstage with me without a pass. As she left, I went to find a security guard. Luckily, I found Paul!
“Um, excuse me?” I said while tapping his shoulder. I really hoped he would help me.
“Yes? Can I help you?”
“Yes, hi! I'm Heather, one of the girls that was picked to go on stage. Harry drew me. Listen I was wondering if you could show me how to get backstage? Harry gave me this pass and this n-”
“Oh, yes. You. Come with me.” He said monotone. He simply turned on his heel and walked away waiting for me to follow him. Thank God for those psychology classes in high school. Paul knew what I was talking about before I even finished telling him. The only thing left to figure out now was whether Harry planned this just for me, or if he would've done this no matter who he'd drawn. Paul and I made our way to backstage and as we were walking through the crew members trying to clean things up, I saw Niall, Zayn, Liam, and Louis, and they saw me.
“Oh hey..... um, Heather, right?” Liam asked me. I didn't expect him to actually remember.
“Yeah, that's me!” I said nervously. All four circled around me. Would we actually have a conversation?
“How are you? Did you enjoy the show?” Zayn asked.
“I'm great! And yeah I totally enjoyed it! It was a blast! Probably the best experience of my life!” I could tell I was getting a little carried away. Okay Heather, calm down. “Can I ask you guys something though?” A look of curiosity washed over all four of them.
“Sure, what?” asked Niall.
“Harry gave me a backstage pass and a note telling me to meet him back here. Did you guys do the same thing for the girls you brought on stage?” I asked in a hushed tone.
“Oh, God. Not this again.” Louis moaned.
“Shut up, Louis. Remember we aren't supposed to say anything.” Niall said as quite as possible while he hit him in the gut.
“What are you not supposed to talk about?” I asked warily. What on Earth was going on? Liam looked above my head behind me.
“How about you go see for yourself,” Liam said. I turned around, and saw Harry coming out of his dressing room. At that moment, Paul came up to me and said,
“Right this way, Ms. Donner.” I went with him and he took me to Harry. Without saying anything, Harry opened the door to his dressing room and let me in. Before closing the door again, I could see him give a look around outside to see if anyone was looking. I stuck out my hand and started to introduce myself on a more personal level.
“Hi, I'm Heath-” I was cut off by a hand on my back quickly pulling me towards Harry as he planted a warm kiss on my mouth. Out of instinct, I put my hands to his chest and pushed him away.
“I already know your name, silly,” he said sultrily.
“I thought I would introduce myself on a more personal level,” I said with bewilderment. “What, if you don't mind my asking, the hell was that?”
“What was what?” Harry said innocently.
“That kiss that you just gave me out of nowhere!” I said with disbelief in my voice. Was this really happening?
“Haven't you ever kissed anyone before, love?” Ok, he was really starting to piss me off.
“Yes, but none of the other guys I've kissed were internationally famous pop stars who I just met!” I didn't realize I had started yelling until I was done speaking. I'll admit that I had obsessed over Harry Styles for the past three years. And I can't say I had never fantasized about kissing him, but I never wanted it to happen like this. “What is this all about?” I asked him with a sigh.
“Well I guess there's no beating around the bush about this.” Harry said, flopping down on the couch in the middle of the room (http://www.polyvore.com/dressing_room_couch/set?id=115271831). “You see that bed over there?” He pointed behind him to a beautiful queen bed with what I assumed were satin sheets (http://www.polyvore.com/bed/set?id=115271757). I didn't even notice it when I came into the room. I guess I hadn't had a chance. “Well,” he continued, “I intend to lay you down in it, and bang you as hard as I can.”
“EXCUSE ME?!?” Now I was intentionally yelling. “I don't know who you think I am, but I certainly am not just one of those bimbo models that you are spotted with every few weeks! Just because I am a huge fan, does NOT mean that I don't have any self respect!” Who the hell did he think I was, that he could just bring me in here, and have sex with me? And who the hell did he think he was to just ask someone he had just met to do this? Oh right, he was Harry Styles. He knew the power he had over girls and I showed him that he had that power over me when I went up on stage. Damn it, I should have acted more collected!
“Now hold on a minute love,” Harry said as he interrupted the thoughts that were racing through my mind. “Before you automatically say no, I want you to go into that bathroom over there, think about this for a minute.” He stood up, walked over to me and started rubbing my back. I mindlessly let him because all I could think about was I had just been asked to do.
“Okay,” I said. I walked into the bathroom, shut the door, and sat on the floor to try and get my entire body to un-tense. I had to process this. Harry Styles had just asked me to have sex with him! Wait a minute, he hadn't asked me, he told me that he was going to. He simply assumed I would automatically agree to this. And that infuriated me! But, it turned me on at the same time. He was asserting so much confidence, and it was sexy. It was dark Harry. Perverted Harry. Mean Harry. It was the Harry I had always read about in that porn-on-a-page that us Directioners called fan fiction. Should I do this? One part of me, the logical and reasonable part of me, said no. It said that I had more self respect than this. And no guy, no matter how famous, could ever change the sophisticated, prideful girl that I was. But another side of me, the side that wanted to be reckless and carefree, told me to do this. To just go for it! I mean, I had always said I wanted this, right? And there were millions of other girls who wanted this. If not for myself, then for those girls I should do this. And it wasn't like I would ever see him again. Honestly, if we used protection, and I didn't tell more people than I had to, there was probably a one in a million chance that I would ever have to see him again. I was going to do this I was going to have sex with Harry Styles, and I was going to do it not only for myself, but for the fandom. For the girls who would never meet the boys, or even see them in concert. I stood up, made sure I looked okay in the mirror, and swung open the bathroom door. I walked out as dramatically as I could and I saw him watching TV, not even noticing I had come out.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat loudly, making him aware of my presence. “I have come to a decision,” I announced as if the room was filled with people. “I am accepting your offer. But under some of my own circumstances.”
“And what would those be love?” He asked with a smirk on his face.
“First of all, that you stop calling me love. Secondly, that this will not be a one night stand, but this will not be overly emotional. I don't want to be cheap about this, but this is only a one time thing. And third and most importantly, you will use a condom. Because I am not going to get pregnant with the child of a pop star and have to hide it for the pop star's reputation. Those are my terms, and you can take them or leave them.” I finished my statement with my head held high.
“I accept your terms,” he said, “but I have some of my own.”
“And what would those be?” I said as I crossed my arms across my chest. My heart rate was going a million miles an hour. He strode over to me, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me close to him.
“That you do exactly as I tell you.” Oh yeah, I was definitely glad I had made this decision.

Notes

Hey guys I really hope you enjoy this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing it! Chapter Five is about half way done and I know you guys asked for a loving and caring Harry, but that won't happen until Chapter Seven (but don't worry it definitely will happen). It can change throughout the story so let me know in the comments or on my forum called Reader's Choice what kind of Harry you want! Get ready for the next chapter because it's about to get good! Thanks again for reading guys! :)