Jessie’s POV
I realize how much preparation goes into the boys’ looks, the stage, and the entire arena before the show starts. It’s a bunch of crew members running here and there, up and down the halls.

I just made it back from Lou’s car. Me and her went to get something she had left. It took at least thirty minutes to fight the growing crowd outside and inside the arena.

But, thankfully, we’re safe behind the door of the dressing room. Niall sits in my chair, I’m trying to make sure I done this right, since it was my first time. He looked good as ever, cute and adorable. I step infront of him to get a good view of the front.

He winks gently as he smiles. I roll my eyes, smiling back, before asking Lou’s opinion on it. ‘’It’s good! Great job!’’ She says with a bright smile as she makes Louis look presentable.

None of the boys know of the little date Harry and I had hours ago. I wish I could talk to Harry the way I want to, in front of everyone else. The way I did earlier.

Speaking of Harry, he hasn’t come out of the bathroom yet. The room’s an okay-size, the bathroom’s in here too. Well, the one we all have to use is. In my pocket, my phone vibrates. I didn’t expect that, so it sorta scared me.

I pull it out and see that it’s a message from Harry. Okay? I furrow my eyebrows as I stare at his name on the screen. I glance around the room, he’s still in the bathroom? I excuse my self from a finished and perfected Niall and go to sit on the couch, beside Liam. Then, I open the message.

Harry: Hey, I need your help on something.. will you c’mere?

Me: They’ll suspect something..

Harry: Meet me in the hallway.. you leave first.

Me: Okay.. I’m going.

Harry: Okay.

I mumble a sign of my exit as I stand up from the couch and make my way to the door. Just as I was going to grab the handle, Lou asked me something. ‘’Where ya going, Love?’’ She says.

\‘’I was just gonna go stand outside… you know.’’ I shrug, referring to smoking, which I know she knows I do. She nods, understandingly, before I exit.

Silently, I walk down the hall some, just pretending I’m minding my own. I lean against a wall and look in the direction of the dressing room, waiting for the door to open.

And soon, it does. Harry comes out and looks to the right, then to the left. He smiles once he sees me and begins the distance to me, almost running at me.

He reaches me and grabs my waist, pulling my body to his, which was much larger, stronger and harder than mine.

‘’Hey.’’ He whispers, smiling a little. “Hey.. why’d you want to-‘’ he cuts me off my pressing his finger to my lips, smirking.

‘’You’ll see.’’ He mumbles before taking my hand and guiding me through the halls. It wasn’t long until I had really become confused. He has to be completely ready in thirty minutes, but yet, He’s taking me on ghost hunt it seems.

Finally, though, we reach a door that says Storage Room. Before I could even think of questioning this, Harry opens the door and pushes me in with a laugh lightly leaving his mouth.

He flicks on the lights and I see that we’re surrounded by opened and unopened boxes and chairs. I don’t like small places, especially small crowded places, but yet.. I don’t complain.

‘’C’mere.’’ He laughs a little as he grabs my waist with his hands and pulls me to him again, his arms snaking around my sides before he leans down and puts his forehead on mine.

‘’You said you needed my help.’’ I mumble, a light smile on my face, my cheeks blood red. ‘’I do.. I need you to help me… do this.’’ He whispers.

Before I could process what he said, his soft lips are touching mine and we’re in a deep, passionate kiss. I find myself with my hands going to the sides of his neck, pulling him as close as he can get to me.

His tongue slipped between my lips, exploring my mouth. But something in side of my knows this isn’t right. This is wrong. So wrong. So I do what my mind tells me, I ignore my heart and emotions, and I remove my hands from his neck and put them on his chest, pushing him away.

He stumbles back a little, I pushed too hard I assume. ‘’What.. what’s wrong?’’ he asks, sorta confused.

‘’I.. I can’t.. do this.’’ I mumble, looking away from him to hide my shame.

‘’But.. Jessie.. I.. I thought.. you..’’ Harry stops his sentence to grab my hand, squeezing it.

“I do.. but I just can’t do this so fast.. we.. we need to slow.. down. Get.. back on the basic track.. that’s.. all I want right now..’’ I sigh out, confused myself at why I’m feeling so god damn helpless right now.

I feel my head pounding for some reason, my stomach turns as I think of the most confusing thing in the world.

What if I’m in love with Harry Styles?

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