I kissed Harry Styles. That was the only thing running through my head. All of my dreams had come true. I was shocked, but euphoria was still streaming through my body. We had kissed!

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and pulled it out. I had a text from Harry! I had given him my phone number the previous night, and I completely forgot about it!

Hey, Aly. It said. Wanna come over to our hotel for movies, popcorn, and games? It should be really fun, and I'd enjoy it more if you were there. :-)

I freaked! Harry Styles wanted me to come to his hotel room! Me! I quickly texted back,

Yeah, I'd love to! But I'll need directions or a location first please!

He responded quickly,

No need, we'll come pick you up! Where do you live? We don't need directions, the driver has a GPS.

The driver. They were picking me up in a limo! I texted them the address and proceded to get ready.

Light pink dress: check. Cute wedged sandals: check. Light but noticeable makeup: check.

I was ready, and right then the doorbell rang. They were here! I went downstairs to greet them and realized I hadn't told my parents I was going out. Oops! I thought.

I shouted down the hall, "Mom! I'm going out with some friends!", and ran out the door so she couldn't say no.

"Hey guys!" I said to the boys. "What's on the menu for tonight? Movies and games were mentioned."

Niall replied, "Oh, and lots of food!"

Everyone laughed. "We're here!" Harry announced. I was amazed. The hotel was huge!

"Wow, guys. Not shabby!" I joked, and they laughed.

"Come on in!" Harry said, "We can go to mine and Louis's room."

When we were finally in their room, Harry selected the first movie, The Notebook.

"Harry, not again!" said Zayn, "It's ruining your manliness that you cry!"

Harry replied, "I like this movie! Piss off!" He shoved Zayn playfully and proceded to put the movie in.

Louis made popcorn, and we all settled down to watch it. By the end, Harry was crying quietly, as were the rest of the boys. Harry looked at me and said, "How come you're not crying?" I wasn't.

"Because I don't have a soul." I told them seriously. They all stared at me, not able to understand what I had said. I explained, "Well, one of the stereotypes about gingers here in America is that they have no soul. I just go along with it because a) it makes be different, and b) I'm just too lazy to say something about it."

"Ohhhhhhh," They all said. Harry said defensively, "You do have a soul, Aly!"

"I know I do!" I said, "I just like to say that. Though I have never cried during a movie." They all scoffed,

"No way!" said Harry. "You have to have cried at least once during a movie!"

"Nope," I replied.

"alright," he said. "Let's break that record. Liam, put Titanic into the DVD player."

I didn't cry during that, nor in the five other movies Harry ordered. By the time the last one was over, Harry admitted defeat.

"Fine!" he said. "Let's go to bed, Aly, you can sleep in my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch."

"No Harry! You don't have to do that!" I said, shocked at his chivalrous attitude. But he insisted that it was just proper manners. I smiled, "Oh! But I haven't got anything to sleep in!"

"I'll go find something!" Harry said, and soon after, he came back in the room carrying a flanel button-down. "It's all I could find," he said, "Sorry."

"No, this'll be perfect!" I said. "Thank you!"

Notes

Hey guys, hope you liked this chapter! I should be able to update it soon!