Alia's POV:

I woke up to faint noises of distress. Once I had gained complete conciseness of myself I felt something hard against my behind, a hand around my stomach and someone's breath against the back of my neck. The hand around my stomach moved around a little and wiggled against my ass. Oh shit. I blushed immediately remembering the events from last night. I'd fallen asleep at Harry Styles' house and he had come into this room for some quiet and he fell asleep and I read and read and read I finished a book and a half before I got sleepy. I felt so comfortable, I wasn't in my dress. I was in a button up shirt with only a few of the buttons done just under my breasts. I remember I woke him up by mistake while I tried to get comfortable and he took all his clothes off and gave me his shirt. I changed into it and here we were. I tried getting out of his hold but it only backfired as his hand tightened around my waist and he slipped his leg between both mine and pushed up against me, making me gasp. Harry hummed in my ear and held me tighter.

"Harry," I whispered, trying to wake him. "Harry," I said a little louder which only made him move against me.

"No, ten more minutes." He groaned. His voice was so sexy right now, but I really had to get out. His hand loosened for a second and I took a chance and escaped his hold. He jolted up and looked at me through sleepy, tired eyes and messy hair. I was standing in front of him just off the bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked me up and down. "If I knew you were going to put on a show for me I'd of woken up earlier." He joked.

"Ha-Ha," I replied trying to contain a smile.

"Let me take you home." He said.

"No, that's fine I can catch a taxi." I replied, "And sorry about all this." He was smirking at me. Why? I looked down at my self and realised the shirt I was wearing showed my bright red bra and my breasts perfectly but my panties and my other lady bits were safely tucked away under the shirt. "Oh god," I mumbled and pulled my arm around my breasts only making him smirk more. I looked down again and realised I was pushing my breasts up, creating more cleavage than needed. I groaned and knew I was completely red in the face. I let my hand drop and looked away. I picked my dress up from my floor, "Look away for a minute." I said.

"No way, this is too fun." He teased.

"Please," I moaned.

"Okay, okay," He laughed. When he turned his head I quickly stripped his shirt off and placed it on the bed and slipped the dress on, thank god it hadn't had any zips.

"Okay, I'm done." I said in a soft voice. He turned back around and smiled at me.

"I'll tell you what. Let me get dressed and I'll make some breakfast for us, then I'll drive you home."

"Really, it's oka-"

"I wasn't asking." He cut me off and had a serious expression all I could do was nod, so I did.

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Harry's POV:

I put a plate of eggs and another plate of fruits in front of her and some beside hers, for me. I watched as she began eating.

"This is great," She said to me.

"You're welcome." I smiled. She smiled back and I felt my heart race. She was so beautiful. The type of beautiful you want to put a ring on and make your wife. I've never seen a woman sit and have breakfast in one of my homes before. She threw her hair into a bun on top of her head before we began eating which left her neck bare. I looked down her neck and down her chest.. Oh god, I was getting hard. I wanted to touch and feel her, I wanted to see her grasp my sheets under me. Without thinking anything through, my hand reached out to her shoulder and grabbed it lightly, making her look at me.

"What is it?" She asked, looking slightly confused. Her neck.. I wanted a taste, just a little taste. I leaned in slightly and she didn't protest. I leaned in all the way and gave her neck a light kiss. She moved her neck to the side, allowing me more access and her left hand found my right shoulder. I kissed again, but this time I lingered and I swear I heard her inhale sharply but quietly. Her fingers sprawled against my shoulder and her small gesture drove me mad. I moved and kissed her lips. She kissed back so I wrapped my arms around her back and deepened the kiss. But as soon as I deepened it, she pushed away. Fuck, she was so sweet. I looked at her confused and saw confusion in her eyes.

"Sorry," I breathed. She was panting and she stood and took a few steps back. "No, don't be afraid, I'm sorry. I took it too far. It's just.. You're so beautiful." Her cheeks reddened and she looked away.

"I.. I'm just gonna go home. Thanks for the meal.. And the bed... And the clothes." She turned and went toward the front door. My whole being told me to stop her, but what would I say to her. Without thinking any further I ran up to her and grabbed her, spun her and looked down into her eyes.

Alia's POV:

No, oh god no. If he kisses me again I'm going to lose my senses. That was my first kiss, ever! Oh god. I tried pulling away half heartily, but he held me in place.

"I'm taking you home." He said with a stern voice.

"It's fine," I breathed, shit I was breathless. I wanted him to touch me. He turned me and we both began to walk toward the door, his hand on the small of my back, guiding me.

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The drive back to my apartment was quiet and filled with sex tension. He parked the car right in front of the apartment and stopped the car.

"Tell me your name," I looked at him and he was smiling lazily at me.

"Alia," His eyes were such a beautiful shade of green. His curly hair was messy and brilliant. I felt a throbbing between my legs and pulled my legs together. I wanted his lips on my body and his hands feeling me, but the problem was, I didn't want to have sex until marriage. I was a firm believer of no sex before marriage, but I don't have anything against anyone who's had sex before marriage, it's a complete personal preference. I used to be so body conscious but since I began working out and got a flatter stomach and thinner arms and legs I feel pretty good about my body, so I wouldn't mind his hands wondering. He leaned in and I moved further away. "Thank you for the ride," There was so much sexual tension, oh my god.

"You're very welcome." He replied in a raspy voice. "It was my pleasure," My lips parted slightly. "I want to see you again." He said. I didn't know what to say. There wasn't any point if you think about it properly. I don't want to have sex before marriage and he probably has it once a day and I don't care what anyone says about sex not having to be apart of a relationship, it is. It is and it always will play a major factor. I shook my head.

"That's not necessary." I said and quickly got out of the car and went up into my apartment.

As soon as I opened the door Mike shot me a look.

"Where the fuck have you been?!!!!!!!" He said and rushed over to me, picked me up and spun me around. Mike and I have lived together for about 2 years now. I was 19 now so I've been living with him since I was about 17. He's 2 years older than me.

"I have things I need to tell you," I said and he clasped his hands together.

"I have something to tell you too! I got you a job! I mean it's not a long term job, but it's a start!" He said excitedly. I almost squealed.

"What is it?!" I asked.

"I was talking to a few people last night and I came across a few model's manager and he was telling me that there was this huge photo shoot happening today and I showed him a few of your writing pieces, and he wants you to write a column on the models today and how they're all great and beautiful and the hard work they're doing and blah blah, but if you nail this job do you know how big you'll get? Girl's all across the world are swooning over these models and they'll read more of your stuff!" He explained happily.

"Okay! Yes! What time is it at?" I said excitedly.

"In about," He looked at his watch and looked back up at me, "It's in about 2 and a half hours."

"Okay, perfect! I'll go get ready!" I kissed his cheek, "Thank you Mike!" I said happily.

"Anything for my baby girl!" He winked at me. "Now go get ready, I'll drop you off and then I have a date with Daniel." He said looking happy.

"Ohhh," I teased him. "Things better?" I asked walking toward my room.

"Very!" He called toward me. I laughed and walked into my room. I pulled out my favourite pair of high waisted blue jeans and my long white button up shirt with long sleeves, my cream flats and really cute light blue bra with lace and matching undies. I always find I feel better when I wear nice lingerie. I walked into my on suite and stripped down and jumped into the shower.

After showering, drying my hair so it was straight with a slight curl at the end and wearing my clothes, I pulled my hair into a really flattering lose ponytail at the back of my head and took out my make up. I put on some concealer and powder foundation. After that I put the thinnest line possible of liquid liner on top of my eye lid and a lot of mascara, but not enough to my my eyelashes look like a cobweb, filled my eyebrows in and put on some bronser to define my face and put on some lip balm. I walked back out and sat by Mike.

"You look nice." He smiled at me.

"Thank you," I said and pretended to flick my hair off my shoulder.

"What were you going to tell me?" He asked. And I began to tell him everything! Every little detail.

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After Mike dropped me off I walked in and introduced myself and got my VIP pass thingy that I had to wear around my neck.

I met up with the photographer for the same article as me. Apparently we were doing a two page article for the most popular newspaper. I was writing the column and he was taking the pictures.

I was sat at the table I'd be interviewing all 5 models after their photo and where Luke, the photographer, was going to take up close and personal photos of them for the article. The models walked into the room but before I could see them all walk in Luke sat directly in front of me and smiled at me.

"Do you know Harry Styles?" He asked me. I looked at him confused.

"Not really, why?" I asked.

"Cause he's starring right at you.." He said, looking in their direction. I looked over at them and Harry was starring at me, like he wanted to pin me to the wall. He looked at Luke like he wanted to punch him. I felt a hand on my forearm and looked at Luke. "Come on," He said.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Didn't you hear anything I just said?" He said laughing.

"Sorry, I zoned out, what did you say?" I asked again.

"They want us in the back, to make sure we know what to ask, what not to ask, how to take pictures what type of pictures we can use and so on." He explained.

"Right, let's go." His hand left my forearm and as soon as it did I looked down to pick up my bag and as I did someone held my other hand and pulled me up gently.

"Come on," Luke smiled again and I nodded. It felt so wrong for him to hold my hand so I let go awkwardly pretending to pull something out of my bag. I looked at Harry before we left and I saw his jaw clenching and his fist in a ball. He looked pissed.

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