Harry had been texting me non-stop for about a week, and we had breakfast 'dates' every morning since then. The rest of the group got annoyed that I never had breakfast with them, except I don't really think Zoe and Alfie minded. It was mostly Joe.
"Why have you left me to eat breakfast alone with them every morning, Ell? I can't take it anymore, they're too bloody sloppy. You of all people should understand that, but you're too busy being all sloppy with someone else!" Joe complained, I was too happy to care though, but I argued with him nonetheless.
"I have not been getting sloppy with anyone." I defended.
"Ooo Harry, you're so funny. Hehehehehe." Joe mocked me, although it was an extremely shit impression.
"As if."
"Well why do you keep going on dates with him then?"
"They're not dates. It's just breakfast. And because I get along with him, because he just seems to understand me and I feel different things towards him and I'd like to figure out why.
"You're a wild one, Deyes." Joe looked me up and down and then cradled me into a hug, because I don't think he meant to make get so wound up, and I didn't think I meant to either. "so what are we doing today?"
"Well, I have an idea of what we could do tonight!" I grinned.

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It was around 11pm. I'd decided to invite Harry along with me, Alfie, Zoe and Joe. We were going to the what I heard was the hottest club in town, and I was excited. Although, Alfie wasn't old enough to get in because we were in America. Why can't American's drink until their 21? I don't know. Harry managed to get us a fake ID and hopefully would be fine, which it was.

We'd been there, dancing and drinking with random people for about two hours. I'd seen Joe pulling quite a few girls so I think he was alright. I went and sat at the bar and this guy offered me a drink. Before I could say anything, Harry strolled over and ordered me one. "Sorry." I mouthed to the guy, but I really wasn't, because I had no interest in anyone there except for Harry.

After we drank, Harry held out a very drunk hand and said:
"May I have this dance?" And I nodded a wobbly yes.
We danced and laughed and grinded a little, but an appropriate amount I thought. I turned around and he pulled me in to him, inches away from his face. We were both very sweaty and I was so hot that I was pretty much panting. Harry didn't seem to care though. Our chests were touching and my face flushed a bright, cherry red. He smiled at me, touching our noses and then placing his hands around my waist and pulling me closer. I felt so safe and protected and I never wanted to move from his secure grip. He took one hand off my hip and placed it underneath my chin, lifting my face up until our eyes locked for the hundredth time. He had a different look in his eye this time, I couldn't work out what the emotion was but I thought it was a good one because when I looked at his lips they just kept breaking into a smile. I so badly wanted to smash our lips together, and lock them just like our eyes had. My lips were trembling for his and finally, after a wait that seemed like forever, they gently scraped. But after that the kiss became so much more passionate, and our mouths were moving in sync and it felt so amazing. The butterflies in my stomach were flying into the edge wanting to escape and I could feel my entire body relax as he tightened the grip he had over me. I bit down on his bottom lip and he let out a slight moan. Our eyes were closed but I could feel his cheeky smile on me. At that point, I didn't care about any paparazzi or fans or people around us. I just imagined it was me and Harry, alone. And I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

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