Jess’ POV

So Harry asked me out on a date, except it never did quite happen. That was the one evening I wasn’t free at all because I had a Skype date with my family. Harry asked for my number and I gave it to him, even though we both had each others number’s already. Liam kept teasing him and after they left, I was confused as to what extent has Harry been saying about the plan to his band mates, if he has been telling them about us at all. The way Liam acted gave away nothing, in fact, he seemed to be genuinely teasing Harry the whole time.

Is it bad that even though I knew that Harry and I would end up “together”, him asking me to hang out with him still threw me off. I had no idea that that day was going to be when he did it. I could have at least prepared, or tried to look nicer and planned my outfit better.

My co-workers were speechless after that and to be honest, so was I. How do you react when someone like Harry asks you out of the blue if you wanted to go to the movies and have dinner with him? In theory, I knew that from the start of this arrangement, I would have to do some sort of acting the part, but I was really surprised that I don’t think my reaction was what you’d call “acting”.

“Did he just. . .” Emma trailed off.

“I think he. . .” said Mosh, the really hot but also very gay guy we work with.

“I think. . .” I stuttered, “I can’t even deal.”

So the rest of the shift was a series of “I hate yous” from both of them, looks of admiration once they get over their “hate” for me, and then excitement about my upcoming date with Harry. Mosh even invited Emma and I for after-work socialisation. Well, him and Emma were already quite close before I came along, but I never really tried to hang out with him after work. I don’t actually know why. Maybe it’s because I’ve been wary of the people I met when I moved here and kept to myself most of the time.

I must admit, I miss having friends that I could trust and really open up to. I thought I was going to be a lot closer to my flatmates since we obviously live together, but I’m lucky if I even see them twice in a week. So this was a welcome change to my life.

We had good takeaway food for dinner and Mosh cracked open a bottle of wine. We were at his flat, which I later found out was actually just his own place. It was clean and monochrome, with a touch of eccentric. I tried to get to know both Emma and Mosh more but all they were focused on was my date with Harry. They wanted it to be perfect and was stopping at nothing to make sure of that.

“You’re doing it more for us, sweetie,” Mosh said.

“Yeah, for every fan girl out there that has Harry fantasies. I hope you think of us when you hold his hand, or touch his hair, or kiss him. . .”

“Em, relax,” I said almost unconvincingly, “it’s just a dinner and a movie. We’re probably not even going to see each other ever again afterwards.”

Liar.

So that’s how the rest of my evening went. Talking about One Direction, discussing where Harry could possibly take me (“Oh, I’d let him take me anywhere if you know what I mean,” Mosh winked) and what my outfit was going to be. They even taught me how to do my hair and make up, and helped me decide on an outfit. By the time I got home, I was in such high spirits that I couldn’t wait for my evening with Harry,

Which is why it sucked even more that the date was over before it even started. Just as I was leaving work to get ready, I got a text from him saying that he couldn’t make it. Something about an unexpected TV guest appearance that they had to film. I couldn’t hide the look of disappointment in my face when I got that text. I know there’s nothing I could really do about it, so I texted him back and said it was fine.

A week has passed and I still haven’t heard from him nor have I seen him at the café again. Mosh and Emma was disappointed at first that my date didn’t happen, but they’ve been really nice enough to not bring it up at all. Just when I thought that I have probably dreamed up everything that’s happened at that point, I got an urgent call from Sven telling me to meet him at the office.

“The progress has been really slow, Jess, and while it’s definitely more convincing, we want things to take off before the lads leave for their Australasia tour,” he explained once I got there.

“When do they leave?”

“Not till a few more weeks. We’ve got the movie premiere, then things will get busier for them again,”

“So what should I do?”

“We can only tip the paparazzi off that he goes to your café until a certain point. We need more sightings,”

“Harry did ask me to hang out with me but –“

“And I’m sorry it didn’t happen that way,” Sven cut me off, “but let’s not focus on the past.”

“Alright. So what now?” I tried to be a bit more business-like.
“I’ve put you on the guest list to this club tonight. Harry will be out with some friends and I want you to be seen there.”

“Tonight?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No,” I said too quickly, “I mean I don’t want to go alone, I just don’t have anything to wear, and I just. . .”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. Text Alice how many of your friends you’re taking. Have fun!” Sven dismissed me as quick as I got there.

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“So where are we going again?” asked Emma. She was already a bit tipsy after sharing a bottle of wine with Mosh.

We were taking a cab from Mosh’s place to the club that Sven sent me to go to. Of course, my friends didn’t know that.

“My flatmate put me on the guest list to this club. He said I could bring friends.”

“Wooooooooop!” Emma and Mosh said in unison.

The cab dropped us off around the corner and as I got out, I couldn’t help but notice the building in front of me. Staccato was obviously the place to be in London at the moment, judging from the very long line to get in.

I felt Emma pull my tassels on my cover up as she stumbled out the cab in her heels.

“Woah, easy there girlfriend,” Mosh said as he caught her. I readjusted my kimono while Emma composed herself and Mosh take selfies of himself.

I couldn’t help but notice the girls in line. I suddenly felt very insecure of my outfit choice of the night. I felt as though I did not belong at all. When we left Mosh’s place, I actually thought I looked pretty good tonight. But looking at all the other girls made me realise that I got it all wrong. Even Emma fit right in, I thought. She was wearing a black mesh top with sequined gold shorts and black pumps. Her make-up was done in a very sexy smoky-eye with the longest of lashes. She looked like how the majority of the girls were like. Absolutely gorgeous and beautiful for a night out.

I, on the other hand, am very out of place. I was in my trusty black dress, a vintage lace kimono with tassels to cover me up, and I was wearing my doc martens. It didn’t occur to me that maybe heels were more appropriate for this occasion. The only thing that’s a bit more dressed up about me is the bright red lipstick I had on and my gold fox necklace. I looked so casual compared to everyone else that I couldn’t help but tug on my kimono and wrap it closer to me as we crossed the street to the club.

“Wow, this is amazing,” Mosh said as he looked at the queue.

There was no doubt about it. This club is for A-Listers and for beautiful people. Of course this is where Harry was hanging out tonight. I skipped the line and went straight to the bouncer. I could feel that the other people in line was not happy about that.

“Hey,” I flashed the bouncer a smile, “I’m Jess. I’m on the guest list.”

The bouncer had a very bored look on his face, “Jess what?”

“Oh. . . umm Jess Montgomery.”

He looked at his list and then looked at me before checking it again. I knew I didn’t quite belong, but did he have to be so obvious about it? Finally he gave the other bouncer a nod to let us in. “Lead them to VIP,” he told the other guy.

VIP? Of course. What did I expect, that Harry would just be a regular person dancing with everyone else on the dancefloor? Of course Sven put us on VIP with him.

“Oh my god,” Emma exclaimed as we were ushered in to the VIP area, “VIP? Remind me again how this happened?”

“Umm. . . my flatmate knew someone, told me to go here. . .”

“Who cares?” Mosh asked, “let’s get hammered!”

Everywhere I turned, there seemed to be beautiful or famous (and?) people around. The Dj was heavily into his set, the crowd was going wild, and I realised I have never been to quite a night club before. I could see why this place was considered the hottest place to party. It was quite amazing.

I looked around and tried to see if I could find Harry or even anyone from the band, but I couldn’t see them. Mosh came back with drinks for us and it was then that I decided that tonight I would get absolutely drunk.

Sven never did say anything about drinking on the job, and maybe after a couple of drinks I would loosen up and muster the courage to talk to Harry and get the ball rolling.

I should probably mention that I am a complete lightweight when it comes to drinking so after my third cocktail, I guess you could say I was getting quite tipsy. I don’t know what the time was or where the hell Harry was, but I didn’t give a damn anymore. I was going to have the best time with my friends thankyouverymuch.

I heard the opening CODA of Netsky’s Come Alive and I squealed. “Guys this is my jam. Like seriously we have to go crazy to this song yaaaa?” I threw my hands in the air, enjoying one of my favourite drum and bass songs.

Too good to be true our worlds collide
Now I understand why
It's been so long on the other side
Feel my heart was gonna die
I’ve always enjoyed dancing even though I was certain it made me look stupid. I was banging my head, doing some weird hand gestures, and my fringe was getting damp from sweat. I was having the best time.

So look straight into my eyes
Tell me the truth and not lies
Put your hands up and testify
And my heart will come alive
I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around and there was Harry. I pushed my sweaty fringe back in an attempt to look better.

“Hey,” he greeted and kissed me on the cheek.

Oh my god. All I could think of was that Harry just gave me a kiss on the cheek while I was looking disgusting and sweaty as fuck. Why. Why couldn’t I have looked better.

“Harry! Dance with me!” was all I could say. I was desperately trying to act sober enough to talk to him, but being a lightweight drinker, I’m sure my red eyes gave me away.

“Are you having a good night?” he asked politely, although I did notice that he didn’t move.

“Yeah, are you?”

“I only just got here,” he admitted, “listen could I get you a drink?”

I leaned in closer to his face which made him flinch. “Harry Styles are you trying to get me drunk so that I hook up with you?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jess. I’m just doing what Sven wants me to. Now do you want a drink or not? Because I’m dying for one.”

This, kids, is why you should never drink and attempt to be flirty with someone. I couldn’t help but feel the hot tears forming in my eye much to Harry’s surprise.

Notes

I was writing this with a different idea in mind, then this sort of happened. Love it when my characters kind of take over. Hope you enjoyed this extra long update! Also updated Jess' blog with her outfit, Emma's outfit, and the song that Jess and Harry was dancing to! I've had intense Harry feels lately and now that he's back home and partying, I guess it kind of influenced me! Let me know what you thought of this/message me on Tumblr xx

Link to her blog: http://lovelyandwanderful.tumblr.com