Whirlwind

Jessica's POV:

I stepped out the car and made my way to my front door with Harry following close behind. As I pulled my keys out to unlock my door I instantly tried to picture the state of my house. I am usually a very tidy person, but I had just moved in and I hadn't had the time to completely sort everything out due to my hectic schedule.
I led him into my living room and offered him a drink. "Make yourself at home, I'll be back in a second."

I poured two glasses of White Zinfandel Rose Wine and made my way back to Harry.

Harry's POV:

I looked around Jessica's front room and couldn't help but think she had impeccable taste. I noticed she had a collage of pictures above her fire place and decided to take a closer look. There was about 12 different pictures of her with other people and had a mixture of funny and serious pictures. I couldn't help but smile, every part of her personality shone through each individual picture.

I heard her making her way back to me, and as I spun around she was stood by the sofa with two glasses of wine in her hand and a smile on her face.
"I was just admiring your art work Miss Clarke. I must say I am a very big fan."
She let out a small laugh and handed me the glass. "Well thank you very much, unfortunately it isn't for sale." I stiffed a laugh and sat down next to her.

I turned and looked at her, she was fiddling with the remote for what I guessed to be the massive sound system she had in the corner of the room. I couldn't help but stare at her, I felt the need to take every ounce of her in - I could sit and look at her all day.
I was just about to ask if she needed any help when Bon Jovi came blaring through the speakers, practically shook the house and literally scared the shit out of me. She looked at me and burst out laughing as she turned the volume down. "I'm so sorry" she said between fits of laughter, "this is a new system and I haven't quite worked it out yet."
Her laughter was contagious and I couldn't help join her, however I also couldn't help but think what a twat I must have just looked.
"That proper scared me, but good choice of song nonetheless."

I sat back and took a long and much anticipated mouthful of wine. I wanted to talk about what had happened when we left the restaurant but I didn't know what to say. I knew that it was a massive shock for her and I wanted to reassure and put any worries she had to bed, but I didn't know how to approach the situation.

"Thank you for dinner Harry, it was really lovely and I've had a great time so far."

"You are more than welcome, it's my pleasure babe. I have had a great time so far too." I knew it was now or never so after another gulp of wine I turned and faced her. "I want to know how you felt when we left the restaurant. I know it is very overwhelming and completely new to you, but I really want you to feel like you can tell me how you feel, I want to be able to reassure you and put your mind at ease."
As the words left my mouth, I watched her intensely, trying my best to read her reaction.

"I'm going to be honest with you Harry, I don't really know what to feel. Yes I agree it was totally overwhelming, and to be honest it is a massive blur to me right now. I have never experienced anything like that ever, and I don't really know what to make of it. Don't get me wrong, I am not one to really obsess over what others think of me - everyone has a right to have an opinion and no one can ever tell them it is wrong - so I guess that aspect of it doesn't faze me. It was just crazy and I never thought I would experience that ever."

I completely understood everything she had just said. She is such a breath of fresh air to me, I love the fact she doesn't over-analyse others opinions of her - this is a good trait,especially if we were to be together. I love my fans but I know that some of them can have very strong opinions regarding our love life's.

"I completely understand, and believe me I still sometimes feel overwhelmed by it all, but I guess what I need to know is whether this is something you would be able to get used to?"

My eyes never left hers and the anticipation of her answer was hanging in the air like a thick fog.

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