After the movie, I dropped Niall off at Louis's place and made my way home.

When I got inside, it was almost 3, so I called Alyssa as I sat on my couch, turning on my TV.

"Hey girly." she answered.

I smiled scrolled through the channels. "Heyo. So, what's up?" I ask her.

I hear giggles and beeping in the background and take it that her mom's cooking. She loves cooking.

"We're having a late lunch and Jonathan is being a weirdo. The usual." she tells me.

"That's great. I was thinking maybe we can hang out? Come over?" I suggest.

I hear her squeal and laugh. "As soon as I answered, I got in my car and started driving. I'll be there in ten." she says.

"You're so weird. See ya soon." I tell her before hanging up.

I get up and walk into the kitchen, putting my phone on the small island and opening the fridge.

"Tsk." I mutter, looking at the food inside that just didn't seem appealing.

I grab us two beers and set them on the counter, then decide to make us a bunch of little Pb & J's.

I hear Alyssa come in as I'm putting the last one on the plate I got out and look at her over my shoulder.

"Heyo. I made us some sandwiches." I tell her.

She grins and puts her bag on the floor by the couch. "Peanut butter and jelly?" she asks.

I scoff and grab the plate and the beers, walking to the couch. "Duh."

Alyssa giggles and takes the beers from me, opening them up as I set the sandwiches down on the coffee table.

I sit down and Alyssa sits next to me. "So..what's up? It's been a while." she says.

I roll my eyes and grab a sandwich, taking a bite from it. "It's been three days, and I even saw you at work yesterday so shut up."

Alyssa laughs and takes a sip from her beer. "Okay, true."

I smile and look at her, then down, swallowing. "Well, the boys are in town. And it's was my birthday a few days ago." I start.

She nods and looks at me. "Uh-huh."

Glancing at her, I take a deep breath, looking at the small sandwich in my hand. "We went to a club and we all got trashed and Harry and I danced together and then we kissed and one thing led to another and we went back to my place and had sex." I tell her quickly, biting my lip.

It was silent for a moment, and then Alyssa claps her hands and squeals.

"You horndog! You and Harry did the fucking nasty?!" she exclaims, laughing a bit.

I nod and put my head in my hands. "Yes! And now my feelings are a bit fucked I'm having dinner with him later to walk about..us." I tell her.

Alyssa scoots closer to me and rubs my back, resting her head against my shoulder. "Birdie..I know you've told me you've liked him before, but is it like that now? Do you actually want to be with him or was it just the sex that makes you want more?" she asks.

I pause, thinking about it. I think back to Harry's birthday a few months ago.

I watched as beautiful women wearing skin tight clothes and dresses walked around, carrying drinks and laughing as the music played loud over the speakers.

Looking down at my white, loose dress that just comes just above my knee, I begin to feel out of place.

I was in Harry's penthouse here in New York. Today's his birthday.

I walked over to a large table where all of the gifts were and hesitated, gripping my small box tight.

On the table, were huge boxes and bags from Gucci, Marc Jacobs, Dior, Chanel and more luxury brands.

The small box in my hands made me feel horrible for not having enough money to buy something more like what was on the table.

I decide not to put my present down and look for Harry.

I look around at the people dancing and make my way through the crowd and to the stairs, climbing up to where I suppose his bedroom is.

Knocking on some of the doors I find in the hall, I grimace as I hear moaning coming from the bathroom.

"Becca, just go away. I don't care what you got me, I'm not going to fuck you." I hear Harry shout.

I look down the hallway, towards where I heard the shout and walk slowly towards it.

"Harry, babe. Don't be like this. You weren't complaining last night." I head a high pitched voice.

I make my way into the bedroom where Harry is standing, running his hands through his hair as he glares at the blond in front of him.

"Go away, Becs. I don't want you." He snaps.

The Becca girl flinches and throws the bag she was holding at him. "Fine!" She shouts. "You weren't that good anyway."

She turns around and sees me in the doorway, the rolls her eyes and pushes me out of the way as she marches down the stairs.

I blink and look at Harry who looks surprised to see me at his party.

"Birdie, w-what are you doing here?" he asks, walking forward.

I smile small and walk towards him. "Well, I just wanted to show up and give you a present. See how you were doing and all." I tell him.

Harry smiles and nods, then looks around and bites his lip. "Well, would you like to sit?" he asks, gesturing to the small couch in the corner.

I nod and we walk over to the couch, sitting down.

Harry clears his throat and looks at me, then away. "You look really pretty, Birdie." he tells me.

I blush and look up at him. "Thank you." I say.

"So..how have you been?" I ask.

Harry nods and runs a hand through his hair. "Busy. Really busy. I honestly just want to run away form it all sometimes, you know? Just..get away, somewhere quiet where I can be myself and not have to worry about my fans or my music, but focus and work on myself, ya know?"

I nod and look at him. "I get it, I do. Louis has had a lot of trouble too. Fans coming to his house, shaming him for me, for Freddie. How the hell can you be angry at a baby?"

Harry chuckles and shakes his head. "I don't know..but people need to understand that this is hard, really hard. Like, hard." he says,

Nodding, I look down at the small box in my hand and then look at him.

"I got you something." I mutter, handing him the box.

"I'm sorry it's not really fancy like your other presents." I say as he opens the wrapping paper.

Harry scoffs and opens the small box and his eyes widen. He looks at me and smiles.

"This is amazing, Birdie. How did you get all of these?" he asks, taking out the guitar picks.

I smile and look at him. "My friend works at the Late Late Show, he has the cleanups and just, grabbed them. I remember you doing an interview, saying how every pick was special and how you were sad that you would always drop them and couldn't find them. So I called in a favor." I told him.

Harry smiles at me and then leans over, kissing my cheek. "This is honestly the best gift I've ever got. Thank you so much." he says.

I smile at his response and blush as his lips touch my skin.

"Yeah, o-of course. You're welcome." I tell him.

For the rest of the night, we get to know each other a bit more. The questions that you would usually ask on a first date except for us, we were just friends and just talking.

I look at Alyssa and smile, my cheeks red.

"No, I think I actually want him. For than just sex, more than just feelings. I just want...him."