It took us a half hour to get to Harrys loft. I suggested we take the subway, but he insisted on hailing a cab, complaining about it being too crowded or something. He refused to let me pay for any of the cab fee, thanking the driver as we got out.

We’d been sitting in his overly luxurious apartment for a few hours. We had ordered Tai food, drank wine and watched the movie Horrible Bosses. I finally decided it was time to get to know this guy. We had been playing a 20 question type game for some time now, going back and forth.

“Favorite color?” he asked.

“Purple, but not dark maybe like a lilac.” He nodded “Favorite sport?”

“I like American football but I’ll always love rugby best.” It was my turn to nod.

“Are you originally from the city?”
I shake my head, “No, I’m from Connecticut. Greenwich to be exact.”

I realized at this point we were no longer going to continue to go back and forth with questions, Harry seemed so interested in my life.

“Why did you move here?”

“I’m going to Parsons, for fashion design.”

“Really? When do you finish?”

“Hopefully if everything goes as planned, in about a year.”

“Don’t you have to be ridiculously good and rich to go there?” he joked.

“Well gee thanks, I must suck.” I rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue out. “But I guess when you grow up around a fashion designer, you learn a thing or two.”

“So you are really good?”

“You don’t get in for no reason.” I laughed timidly.

“Wow that’s impressive Spencer.”

“Thanks.” I blushed avoiding eye contact. “Why are you here in the States? Like what do you do?”

"Me and the boys are just sort of traveling, trying to experience the world. We sort of work with media, so we try and get around the world to learn as much as we can." He shrugged.

"So you guys are kind of still in the learning process with jobs? Are you interning or something with a company?"

"Yeah, we work through the entertainment management business Pop Exclusive. They gave us all a contract to try this whole thing out."

I nodded taking in every word he said. "How long are you here for then?"

My frown did not go unnoticed. "Spencer don't worry, I'm here for another month, and if you still talk to me at the end of that, we'll be friends or whatever happens between us, no matter where I am."

"You're something else Harry, you have such a calm and collected attitude towards everything."

"I don't like to stress love. It'll wrinkle my dimples." He said with a wink.

"You know they are pretty cute. I've never seen anything like them before." I giggled, poking one.

"I have one more question though." His voice was serious this time as he spoke.

"Okay." I said almost inaudible. I had no idea where is was going with this. I haven't known him long enough to read his thoughts yet.

“How is a girl like you single?”

I knew these types of questions would eventually come up.

I hated talking about my past. But if I wanted Harry to trust me and if I wanted to learn more about him I should probably open up a bit.

“Well I was in a serious relationship with this kid I met in high school. We broke up a few months ago, it was hard since we’d been together since freshman year. I mean you spend almost 5 years with a kid and you think you have life figured out, and then he drops you like you meant nothing. Then shortly after we broke up, I found out he had been cheating on me for over 2 years. I was beside myself.”

I wasn’t going to cry. I’d cried enough over Jeff in the last few months, and Harry made me extremely happy. I wasn’t going to let him ruin anything else.

"I’ve tried dating but I just haven’t found anyone that’s right for me yet.” I continued.

Harry nodded intently, taking in my sob story. “But are you ready to find someone else?”

“I mean, it’s hard but yes. I’ve moved on and I’m completely ready for something real.” I smiled weakly, hoping I sounded convincing.

“Are you really over him though Spencer?” Great, he didn’t believe me, probably thought he was wasting his time on me.

“I’m one hundred percent over him, I feel nothing when it comes to him.” I hadn’t noticed how close Harry had gotten to me on the couch, our faces were practically touching as I spoke.

“I’m completely over him.” I whispered, more so to reassure myself, looking into Harry’s eyes.

“Good, cause I’ve wanted to do this so bad all night.”

Harry placed my face between his hands, leaning in brushing his lips over mine. The kiss was gentle as if it was his way of saying he was sorry about everything that happened in my past relationship.

Slowly, I began to intensify and deepen the kiss. I hadn’t felt this alive when someone kissed me since Jeff. I wanted more, no I needed more. He took my aggression in stride and laid me down on the couch, hovering over me. He looked straight into my eyes.

“You are way too beautiful to be cheated on. You deserve so much more.” He said, his voice deep and raspy.

Instead of saying anything back, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face back to mine. As our kissing was heating up, I sat us up and straddled Harrys lap. His hands were roaming my sides, while mine were tugging on his curly hair. I knew I barely knew him, but everything about Harry just felt so right, so perfect. His left hand found my bum, which was exposed due to the way I was sitting in my short dress. I placed my hand on his shoulder, unsure of what his next move would be. I leaned back to take in his gorgeous face. His eyes were darker than usual and lips slightly puffy from our kissing.

“Are you okay love?” he whispered.
Something about the way he called me love, turned me on like nothing else.

“I’m perfect.” I smirked attacking his lips with mine.

He broke our kiss and began to place kisses down my neck and onto my chest. I leaned back to give him better access, not wanting to miss out on something amazing. My hands grazed over the hem of his shirt, he took this as his incentive to remove it. As his shirt hit the floor, realization of what was happening hit me.

He seemed like the perfect gentleman, doing everything right, even stopping to ask if I was okay. I didn’t want to be a one night stand though, I had a few since Jeff left me and frankly was tired of it.

“Harry,” I whispered into his ear, feeling his skin rise with goose bumps. He murmured an mhmm, stopping kissing me to look up at me. “I don’t want this to be a one night thing."

“What?” he looked shocked. “Spencer, I know we barely know each other but I fancy you so much already. I don’t want you to be one either, no matter what happens tonight, I want to see you again, and again” he stopped to kiss my lips. “and again” he kissed my cheek, “and again” kissing my neck this time, “and again” he said kissing my lips again. “Don’t think for a second otherwise.”

I nodded my head and smiled. “You’re too good for me, I can tell already Harry Styles.”

“I feel the same way, you’re too good for me.” He smiled placing his forehead against mine. “I like you.”

Hearing those words made something go off in my brain. I couldn’t resist him for one more second at this point. I tugged on his hair as our kiss got steamy. His hands found the inside of my dress and he began to rub circles on my back. I shimmied out of the dress, leaving myself in my “sexy” lingerie I wore on special occasions.

I hadn’t planned on getting laid tonight, but I always feel so much fiercer in it, knowing there is a small chance it could happen. Reaching for his pants, I undid his belt buckle with one hand, tightening my grip on his hair with the other. He kicked off his pants, leaving both of us in the bare minimal clothing. I could feel the bulge that was growing, through his boxer briefs, and man was I in for a great time with that. I felt him begin to undo my bra when a loud thud came from behind the couch.

“Bollocks Harry!” I heard a boy shout! “You could have told us you didn’t come out with us cause you were getting a shag!”

“Bloody hell guys! Stop staring! Leave!” Harry shouted tossing me his shirt. He had plopped me down beside him, trying to hide me behind the back of the couch. He stood up but quickly sat back down, remembering his problem “down there”. All the guys started to laugh, knowing why he had sat back down so fast.

“Lock the door next time.” another one of the guys said, laughing.

“Or go into your bloody room!” a blonde one shouted.

“Piss off guys, seriously!” I noticed Harry becoming very irritated and impatient.

I sat next to him, clad in only his shirt and I couldn’t stifle my laughter as the guys all left the room. “What? What are you laughing at?” he looked at me, confused, only making me laugh harder. “Have you gone mental?”

“Look at us.” I said. “I feel like that had to happen! Everything was going to perfect! Something was bound to happen Harry!”

His face relaxed and he began to laugh with me. “If this is any indication of how the rest of our dates will go, I say we always go into my bedroom and lock the door.” He said with a wink.

He got up, and motioned me to follow him. He led me down a long hallway, into what I assumed was his room.

“You don’t expect us to finish what we started now, do you!” I said dumbfounded.

“No, I’m getting you some proper clothes to wear around the guys! I’m not letting you leave now, it’s nearly 2 in the morning and you have a way back to your flat. I would feel awful if anything happened to you!”

“You’re making me stay?” I asked flatly.

“I’m not making you stay, I’m just not letting you leave.” He said cheekily.

He got out some pajama pants that were about 2 sizes too big for me, and I kept on his shirt from earlier. He got a similar outfit on, and we headed back to the living room to find the guys all watching soccer. Damn Brits.

“Done already? That was fast, even for you Harry.” The blonde one joked.

The boy who I met as Zayn earlier spoke up. “He might have said he’ll last longer next time, but trust me babe, he’s lying.”

This caused all the boys, who I now noticed were all drunk off their asses, burst into a wild fit of laugher. I even couldn’t help but laugh along.

“Ha ha, you’re all so funny. Comedians really.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Anyways guys, this is Spencer, she’s the girl…” he started as he was cut off by the quirky looking boy.

“You haven’t bloody shut up about all week!”

I blushed along with Harry. He had been talking about me all week? I wasn’t that great. But thinking about it, I hadn’t stopped talking about him either.

“You’re dead to me Lou.” Harry stared daggers. “Like I was saying this is Spencer. Spenc, this is Louis, Niall, Liam and you’ve met Zayn.” He went around the room.

Louis was the quirky one, Niall the blonde, and Liam was quiet the whole time. I hadn’t heard him say a word.

The rest of the night went smoothly, without any more hiccups. We watched the remainder of the game, then all turned in. Harry insisted I sleep in his bed while he took the couch. I said that was beyond insane, considering the fact we had almost just had sex. He reluctantly agreed and crawled into bed, snuggling up next to me. As he placed his arm around my waist, he whispered my name.

“Spencer.” I nodded, rolling over to look at him. “From here on out, let’s take things slow. If you’re not busy tomorrow, I want to take you on a proper date, and then I’ll go back to my place and you to yours. Then we can go on a bunch more dates before we let what just happened occur again. I’m going to make you feel like the princess I can already tell you are. I want to give you the world and more. How does that sound?”

“I would love nothing more than that.” I kissed his nose then his mouth.

“Goodnight love.” He said as I rolled back over into our original spooning position.

Our bodies fit together as if we were made for one another. He planted a kiss in my hair, and shortly after sleep overcame me.

Notes

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