"Hey Ry, how was the concert?" My mother asks me sitting on the couch with her back facing me. "It was ok. Nothing too special I guess." I laugh knowing that was the complete opposite. I walked through the front door and could feel Harry's presence right behind me.

"Hello Rion, oh and who are you." My father greets me and Harry walking down the stairs. I make sure my hair is covering my neck so my parents don't notice all the hickeys Harry thought was necessary to give me.

"I'm Harry sir. Harry Styles." He takes my fathers hand shaking it like a gentleman he is. A crash is heard from the living-room from my mother dropping her mug against the wooden floors. All eyes are turned to her, Harry immediately darts towards her to help clean the mess.

"Oh my God.. You're you-"

"Yes mom, Harry Styles." I say rolling my eyes.

"Pleasure to meet you ma'am." Harry flashes a charming smile.

"Mom Harry has invited me to lunch if that's okay with you?"

"Oh yes darling of course, of course." She grins.

"Keep him company while I change, will ya?" She frantically nods and I walk by my father to go up the stairs.

"Where'd you get the shirt?"my father asks as I walk by him. I look at Harry who seems to find this amusing. If my dad knew I spent the night with Harry, famous or not he'd kill me. "It's- ... Sadies'." I reply slowly looking at Harry. "Hhhm. Alright." He nods along and enters the living room.

I put on black high waisted shorts that have three gold buttons on each side. I decide on wearing a shear baby blue long sleeve shirt with a black bandeau underneath since you can see through it. I leave my hair in long waves. I put on my gold gladiator sandals and put cover up on my neck hiding the hickeys. Lastly I put just enough eyeliner, mascara, and a smokey eyeshadow completing my look. I grab my brown purse just to put extra makeup, gum, and sunglasses inside. I don't think I'll be staying the night again so I don't have to worry about extra clothes.

"For how long?!" I hear my mother exclaim from the stairs. "Till the end of the tour, if that's alright with you?" Harry replies. "If what's alright?" I intervene. "Nothing. You ready?" Harry replies quickly standing up.

"My baby. My sweet baby." My mother cries embracing me in a tight hug. "Mom, stop you're acting like I'm leaving for a year." I laugh pulling her off of me.

We finish saying our goodbyes and make our way back to the car to meet with his driver who I still don't know the name of.

"Thank you." I mumble as Harry opens the car door for me. Once we're both in the car I find it incredibly hard to start a conversation with him. The only thing we've talked about was really was well.. We haven't really talked. We're either making out or he's whispering dirty things in my ear. Nothing wrong with that but it makes times like these so awkward. We sit silent for a few more moments.

"You look lovely." Harry finally speaks up. "Thank you." I smile. The car falls silent again. Damn could this be anymore awkward.

Harry clears his throat. "We're here." I smile and pull out my sunglasses noticing that there is a few girls waiting outside the private restaurant. "How do they find you?" Seriously.. How?

"I honestly couldn't tell you." He says stepping out of the car. A few screams are heard as he waves to his fans. He comes rushing to the other side of the car opening the door for me. "Thank you." The screams die down when I step out of the car. People start yelling and asking who I was. This is all so over whelming.

"You alright?" Harry asks putting his hand on my lower back leading me inside. "Yeah it's just a lot to take in I guess."

"Thank you." I smile at Harry as he pulls my chair out from the table. "My pleasure."

The restaurant is dark with a dim light lit above us. We are in the back of the very private restaurant and surrounded by a few other couples.

"Hi I'm Trevor I'll be your waiter this afternoon can I start you with something to drink?" The thin tall and fairly attractive boy asks. "I'll have a glass of white wine, and an apple juice for the underaged drinker, please." Harry smiles looking at me. Trevor walks away to get our drinks.

"Apple juice? Really?" I laugh at how childish Harry is and Harry laughs at how funny he thinks he is.

"So, you seem to know so much about me, tell me about you." I ask.

"What would you like to know?"

"Well I would love to know what goes on inside of that head of yours." I ask adjusting myself on my chair.

"Hm do you now?" He says raising an eyebrow but not pealing his eyes off his menu.

"Yes I do."

He clears his throat drops the menu and places his elbows on the table. "Ever since I saw you walk down the stairs at your house, all I can think about is fucking you into next week."

My breath hitches at the thought of Harry breathing heavily on top of me while thrusting himself inside. His hands running up and down my nude body and his pink plump lips on mine make me clench my thighs together under the table. I bit my lip trying to stop the feeling inside of my stomach.

Harry sits there with a huge smirk plastered on his face. "Hey you asked." He laughed.

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We finished our lunch and made our way to the stadium. It was 3:30, there was already a ton of girls lined up outside. Me and Harry stood in an upper level section watching as the stage was being prepared for tonight.

"So weird to see the stage from this perspective." Harry said leaning on the railing. "I mean I've seen it before but it's still so surreal, you know?" He says down at me. "I can't say I do know." I laugh leaning against the railing next to him.

"I guess you're right." He smiles making his dimples appear. The only noise being heard in the background is the sound of men working on the lighting for the show. "Hey Rion can I ask you something?"

"Yeah of course anything." I reply. He moves away from the railing and takes a step back sitting in a red plastic seat. "Here sit down." He pats the seat next to him.

"I need you to answer this honestly." I nod in agreement. "Do you think I'm using you, do you honestly think that you're just some girl?" He asks with a serious expression on his face. I notice I'm bitting the inside of my cheek out of a nervous habit. His question shocks me and I'm not sure why I'm nervous. I guess it's because its true, I do believe he's using me. "Yes." I say honestly.

"That hurts you know." He retaliated fast. "It really fucking hurts that no one believes I can have some sort of relationship. You know no girl had stayed the whole night at my hotel with me. And never have I taken a girl out to lunch who I've only slept with for my pleasure." He says breathing heavily. His cheeks are flustered in what seems like anger.

I'm lost for words and don't even know how I feel. Do I feel disgusted that he's been with so many girls or do I feel flattered that I stayed in his hotel and went to lunch with him?

"And..." He starts to speak again. "Never have I asked 'some girl' to come with me and keep me company when I was on tour. So I guess what I'm saying is.. Rion, please give me a chance to show you the real me and not the image tabloids give me. Will you stay with me while I'm on tour? Come with me Ry."

Is this real? Yes! A million times yes! I realize he can't read my thoughts so I speak up. "Harry.. I'm sorry I didn't-"

"Do you want to or not Rion."

"I would love too."

"Come here." He huffs out.

Harry holds his arms out embracing me in a tight hug. The two days I've been with Harry the kissing , the touching, the dirty talk is all nice but this is by far the best thing I've ever felt.

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