You'd think a boy who has had a near death experience would be cowering away in a room, yet here I stand outside a very elaborate, white box of a house owned by that same boy watching crowds of people going in and out of the doorway.

It's just after, midnight. I've been fully dressed up for the occasion wearing a stunning ivory Silk-chiffon dress and mint stilettos. (387886_bk_xl.jpg) I join the queue waiting to go inside. The guard looks me up and down in a very disgusting manner, then says, "What your name be, beuifool?"

"Georgia, Georgia Rose."

I reply with a very uninterested waver then following the direction he indicates. The room i walk into is large and there is people everywhere. In the centre of the room there are people dancing, there are stairs leading up to the balcony's surrounding the dance floor with people hanging over the edge of them. What used to be a kitchen has turned into a shot station and people are falling over left, right and centre. Outside, there is a patio and then a large spread of grass and trees and flowers around the edge however the only people i see in the garden are a couple attempting to have sex behind a tree. Upstairs is a similar, story... dance floor, bar, and line waiting for the bathroom.

Then i spot him. Harry Styles.

In person, he seems taller. His hair less bouffant than it probably was at the beginning of the night. He wears a light pattern shirt, tucked into a pair of black jeans. His shirt is 3 or 4 buttons open, exposing his tattooed chest. I watch him for a while, to understand his emotions. He seems completely at ease unusual for someone in his predicament, however that could be because he's has a bit to drink. He makes his way around the room, acknowledging everyone as he goes. It's difficult to watch him from a distance as he walks around but i'm aided by the size of his body guard also trailing his every move.

The night goes on and i begin to get really frustrated that i'm working. I always enjoyed parties. Clearly so did Harry. From what i've gathered from watching him for the last hour, is he is very relaxed, charismatic and flirty. It's as if there is a bubble around him and when he entraps a girl in it, they're lucky to come out half as educated when they went in. What's funny however, is he is completely oblivious to it all.

Daniel finds me and gives me feedback on his observations.
"So, how is the 'nancy boy', huh?"
"Perfect for you." i say jokingly.
"But seriously, have you introduced your self yet? Cause i always find it easier to stalk someone if they know who you are?" He winks at me.
"What, is that all of you're two cases experience talking?"
"Well it's just logical isn't it? We're going to be hanging around these dudes for the next, i dunno, few weeks, months. It's better if we're on the inside that stuck watching from the outside." He finishes, pats my back then walks away.

It doesn't take me long to find Harry again. When i spot him, or rather his body guard, i stride towards him.

Unlike, a lot of girls i knew, i had no trouble speaking to guys. In primary school, i was always more likely to end up with a boy as my partner than a girl. I just got on with them more what with all the things i grew up doing like Jujitsu and Scout camp.

As the gap between Harry and I gets smaller and smaller, he sees me coming towards him. I flash him a smile which he returns.
"Hi.." he begins before i cut him off.
"Would you like to dance?" He doesn't have much time before i take his hand and lead him to the dance floor and spin myself into him.
Despite, Jujitsu and Scout camp, i did take a few dance lessons growing up, so as i parade us around the room for a while, enjoying not having to look anywhere but straight ahead at the boy with the cheeky grin. A new song begins to play with a techno remix beat and the pattern of our dancing changes.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" Harry screams over the music.
"GEORGIA ROSE!" i reply.
"WHAT DO YOU DO?"
"I WORK AT MY DAD'S CLINIC, HE'S A DENTIST."
He laughs to himself.
"WHAT?" I shout.
"I DID NOT HAVE YOU PEGGED AS A CLINIC GIRL, I WAS THINKING OR RATHER HOPING FOR A SEXY PERSONAL TRAINER OR COP, THAT WAS GOING TO TEACH ME A LESSON." He says jokingly, still laughing.
"DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE SUCH A DIRTY MOUTH WHEN YOU MEET NEW PEOPLE?" I reply laughing myself.
All he does in reply is flash a dazzling, cheeky grin, then spins me around the room.

For the rest of the night we dance. I can't remember what or how many songs played but i was at least enjoying myself and keeping an eye on Harry. In fact, we hadn't left my side, we hadn't stopped dancing. The floor was beginning to disperse as the light outside was beginning to brighten. At the end of the final song, i stopped and smiled at Harry. I didn't say anything but turned to walk away. He stopped me, took ahold of the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss. He held me there. I didn't stop it, even though i could have, afraid of breaking my cover, the mission and... him.

He finally let our lips leave each others, his eyes still closed and still holding my body close to his. He gently lifted his gaze. "Can I walk you home?"
"This is your party, you can't leave."
After that i took his hands of my back, then walked again towards the door.
"BUT, WILL I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN?" Harry shouts across the room. The only people that aren't passed out and heavily making out in the corner and don't acknowledge us.
"Trust me," i reply, "you'll see me again." It's my job to keep an eye on you. I smile then walk out the door.