Alex's POV

I woke up feeling sore and groggy. I went to roll over, but that's when I noticed I was wrapped in someone's arms. All at once all the events from the day before came flooding back in my head.

In the span of one day I had:

1.moved to London
2.met Harry Styles
3.went out to dinner with Harry Styles
4.had sex with Harry Styles (the best sex ever!)

Just then Harry tightened his grip around me and pulled me closer.

"Good morning." He said, in his ultra sexy morning voice.

"Morning." I smiled.

We laid there in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each others company. After about 15 minutes my stomach growled. I couldn't help but laugh, and neither could Harry.

"I guess we better get some breakfast, huh?" He stated.

I laughed. "Yeah I'm starved."

"Well I've been away from home for a few weeks so I have like zero food here. So, we can either go out to breakfast or we can go to Tesco's and get some food to make. Your choice."

"Tesco's." I replied.

With that we got up and got ready. We brushed our teeth, did our hair, and got dressed. I decided on something casual. I wore black skinny jeans, a white tank top and my black leather jacket since it was chilly outside. I slipped on my favorite pair of vans. Harry went for his usual black ripped skinny jeans, a white tee shirt and a flannel button up, with his typical boots.

We headed outside to Harry's range rover. I had to admit, I was jealous of his car. A range Rover was my dream car, but I knew that I'd never be able to afford one in a million years.

About 10 minutes later we pulled into the Tesco's "car park" as the English say. Harry got out and walked over to my door, opening it before I had a chance. He took my hand and we headed inside. We grabbed a cart and started walking around looking for food to buy.

While walking around I noticed people staring at me. It made me self conscious. Why were people staring at me? I was just buying groceries. I looked over to Harry and that's when it dawned on me. Duh they would be staring at me, I was holding Harry Styles' hand while grocery shopping!

"Harry, people are staring at us." I whispered.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He said casually.

He said it in such a way that sounded like he expected us to spend more time together in the future, I was in no way complaining about it. I really liked him and enjoyed his company.

After about a half an hour we had all the ingredients to make a "traditional english" breakfast, minus the tomato and mushrooms, since neither of us liked them.

We made out way up to the register when I caught a glimpse of that mornings paper. On the front page in big letters it said "HARRY'S MYSTERY GIRL" and it had our picture on the front, it looked like it was taken when we were at the airport. I grabbed Harry's arm and directed his attention to the paper.

"Look!" I pointed.

"Huh, would you look at that." He winked. "Looks like the world knows about us."

"Us?" I asked. Did he just refer to he and I as "us".

Harry smiled at me and began placing the contents of our cart on the belt. He paid the cashier and took the bags. We loaded up the car and got in.

Once in the car harry took my hands in his.

"I really like you Alex. Normally if I was dating someone I would try to keep it quite for as long as possible, but you're different. I don't want to hide you away , like I'm ashamed of you or something. I want to be able to go out and do things with you. Like today, we went grocery shopping together. I want to be able to take you to the cinema whenever I want or on a coffee date. I don't care what the rest of the world thinks about us, because at the end of the day the only thing that matters is us, and how we feel about each other. And I don't know about you, but like I already said, I really like you Alex, you're special."

I stared at him, not being able to believe what my ears just heard. I really cared about Harry, but my life was changing so much, so quickly. I felt like I was suffocating.

"Harry, I really care about you too. And I would love to be with you. But," I paused, taking in his expression. He looked hurt. I continued my thought. "This is all going so fast. I literally just moved to London. I haven't even taken my belongings to my own apartment. I've been on a whirl wind since you stepped on that plane. I know that this is the life you've come to be accustomed to, but this is all so knew to me. I really do like you, genuinely I do, but I think we need slow down a little. I'm not saying I don't want to spend time with you I just think we need to limit the amount of time we spend in public together. I loved going grocery shopping with you, it was very low key and a coffee date here and there would be awesome. But I don't know if I can handle mobs, like the one that greeted us at the airport, everyday. I also think we need to learn more about each other before we jump into being a couple. I don't want this to be a fling or a whirl wind romance that's over just as fast as it began. This might be premature, but I want us to last. I want us to be strong as a couple before facing the world." I took a breath not realizing how out of breath I was.

Harry sighed. "I understand." He said, giving me a weak smile.

I took his face in my hands, placing a light kiss in his wonderful lips. I opened my eyes and at that moment I saw a flash. And then another one. The flashes kept multiplying before I could realize it, paparazzi.

"Let's get out of here." Harry said.

I smiled at him, feeling content.

We got back to Harry's place and he showed me how to make a proper English breakfast. I had to admit I was unsure about eating beans at breakfast, but the breakfast turned out amazing, Harry was an incredible cook.

After breakfast we went to the living room, we curled up on the couch and flipped on the tv. A pop culture news program was on the tv, along with Harry's face and my own. There were pictures of us at the airport, us walking to and from dinner last night, at the grocery store earlier that morning, us kissing in his car in the parking lot, and lastly us sleeping on the plane with my head on his shoulder.

"Who in the hell took that picture of us!?" I exclaimed.

"I guess someone on the plane."

I grabbed the remote and pause the tv on the picture of us on the airplane. There was a reflection of the person who took the picture. It was that damn overly excited flight attendant.

"Are you fucking kidding me!? It was that damn flight attendant." I said with anger in my voice.

Harry chuckled.

"It's not funny." I snapped.

"I'm not laughing at the picture, cause you're right it's not funny, it's an invasion of privacy. But I'm laughing at you, you look cute when you're mad." He reasoned.

I couldn't help but laugh. It was silly, here I was getting mad over a picture.

"I'm glad I amuse you." I said, more relaxed now.

Harry had this way of calming me down like no one else could. Harry repositioned himself so he could gain access to my face. He kissed me softly, then more intensely. His tounge grazed my bottom lip, asking for entry. I allowed it. We sat there making out for awhile until we were interrupted by my cell phone.

I pulled back.

"Sorry. That's my moms ringtone, I have to take it."

Harry kissed me one more time and left me to answer my phone.

"Hi mom."

"Hi sweetie. How are things today? Are you getting settled in?"

"Uh yeah" I lied. "I'm just sitting here on the couch, um, just watching tv."

"Oh yeah? I assume you're there with that Harry fellow, huh?"

I blushed. Damn it. I knew she would be mad that she found out from the tv before she found out from me.

"Uh yeah, yeah I am."

"Why didn't you tell me? I had to find out from the news this morning. There I was just drinking my coffee like any other morning, and bam your face appears on my tv screen. I nearly had a heart attack, Alex."

"Mom, don't be so dramatic."

"Me dramatic?" She gasped dramatically.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before you saw it on the news, but in my defense I just saw the pictures of us this morning too."

"I'm just messing with you hunny, it's ok. I just want you to be happy. And safe." She said with her voice lingering, alluding to what had happen between me and Harry the night before.

I felt awkward, but reassured her that I was both happy and safe. After a few more minutes of taking about nothing really important we got off the phone.

I looked over at Harry, he sat there playing on his phone, it looked like he was on twitter.

"Sorry about that." I said apologetically.

"Don't worry about it, I'm surprise my mum hasn't called me yet." He chuckled.

"So, I still haven't been to my new apartment and I'm anxious to see it." I said excitedly.

"I almost forgot." He said.

With that I went and collected my things.

"You know, if you want you could leave some of your things here. Like some clothes and a tooth brush and stuff." He said shyly.

"I'd like that." I said with a huge grin on my face.

He cleared out a drawer for me. I put some clothes in there. I left my tooth brush there, making a mental note to pick another one up on the way to my apartment. We loaded my suitcases into his car.

"Can we stop at boots so I can run in a grab a toothbrush?"

"Yeah, sure, no problem, oh and what's the address to your flat?"

I read him my address as he typed it into his gps.

"Huh, that's not far from here. Like a 5 minute drive."

We made our way to boots, I suggested that Harry stay in the car while I grabbed the tooth brush, he unwillingly agreed. I grabbed the tooth brush and made my way to the register, once again I saw my face on the front of the newspaper. The cashier looked at me curiously. I paid for the tooth brush and quickly ran to meet Harry.

After a few minutes we arrived to my apartment. I grabbed the key out of my purse. I opened the door and walked in. The apartment was gorgeous. It was in a brownstone type building, with just one other apartment in the building.

The apartment was absolutely amazing. I couldn't believe it was mine. It had so much character. The walls were white with dark hardwood floors. There were built ins in the living room. The kitchen was amazing. It had dark wood cabinets that matched the floor, the counter tops where a pale cream colored granite. There were chandeliers in every room so far. I made my way back towards the front and up the stairs. There was a guest bedroom that was decently sized as well as a guest bedroom. I walked to the master bedroom. The room was massive. It had the same hardwood floors and white walls. There was walk in closet, the kind that would make any girl envious. The master bathroom rivaled Harry's when it came to luxury. There was a massive walk in shower that had the same kind of shower heads and jets that Harry's had, a massive soaking tub (totally big enough for too ;) ). Harry walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around me.

"This place is really posh." He whispered in my ear.

"Tell me about it, I can't believe that this the "apartment" that Burberry set me up with, there has to be a mistake."

"Or maybe you're just that good at what you do that they believe you deserve this place." He said sweetly.

I honestly felt like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex in the City: The Movie, in the scene where Carrie and Big are house hunting and they walk into that beautiful pent house apartment.

"Maybe you're right." I agreed.

"There's just one thing missing."

"What?"

"You don't have any furniture."

"Oh shit, I was so overcome by this apartment I hadn't even though about that."

Notes

I hope you enjoyed chapter 5! Chapter six is coming soon! :)

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