Is corny I know, with all the song lyrics. But I couldn't resist.

There's no particular reason for the photo above, just that it's Harry and he's amazing.

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Twenty-three

It was decided, I wouldn't be eating a bit tonight.

I still had the massive Toblerone, after all.

I might also be able to find a packet of crisps once we were back home. Potatoes are vegetables, and the Toblerone has cacao, I'd be getting a nutritious meal.

Besides, sitting next to Harry on a lovely evening, in the middle of an empty field had taken away my appetite completely. Hey, there's an idea! Maybe a video of Harry could be made and sold as a dieting aid. People would lose themselves in his wonderful green eyes, his amazing dimples, beautiful cheekbones and never eat again.

"You haven't touched your meal, Bliss." Said Harry, "What's wrong?"

I looked at him, his beautiful brow furrowed in concern for me.

Yes, for me!

"I'm all right, really," I told him. "I appreciate all the trouble you've gone through, I do. It's just that I'm finding myself unable to eat a bite right now."

"Ok," he answered, amiably "Maybe you need to work up an appetite. Care to go for a hike? I can call the security car for some torches."

A midnight hike? With Harry? I was torn between sheer elation and downright panic. It'd be lovely for sure, maybe we'd hold hands.

But it would also entail walking, and my legs couldn't be trusted at the moment, they were still very much in their jelly state.

This night was turning out to be an obstacle course for me. I've had to go around two already, first the no eating thing, now the jelly legs. Luckily Harry hadn't pressed the former much, for the later I decided to go with a version of the truth.

"Why don't we just sit here for a while. My legs feel funny," I said.

"What's wrong with your legs? They look really, really nice to me" Harry asked.

"Cramp." I lied.

"Like muscle cramp or your time of the month cramp?" he asked, sounding really concerned.

This was humiliating. Why did he want details for?

"More like the let's relax here for a while and it'll be better kind." I replied, hoping he wouldn't pursue this line of conversation any further.

"That sounds nice," he said, as he lowered himself on his back, with his arms nestled behind his neck, "Tell you what why we don't lie down and watch the stars?"

I followed suit, also lying on my back with my arms behind my neck.

"Is this really all this land yours?" I asked, impressed.

"A bit of it, yeah. It's not as much as it looks. It's not fenced yet, so it looks bigger." He answered.

"The stars really look amazing from here, no lights around so they are really bright." I said, reaching for a new subject. Firstly because the stars were really extraordinary tonight and secondly because I always felt uncomfortable talking about Harry's wealth, lest he think that was the side of him I was attracted to rather than his kind, funny, caring, intelligent soul. (His killer looks also help, let's not kid ourselves here. But in terms of really, really liking somebody looks will only get you so far, things will eventually go sour it there's not a nice person behind the pretty face, and pretty hands, and pretty chest, and pretty tummy, and pretty arse, and prettylegs, as is the case with Harry. You know what I mean).

"They are fantastic," Harry agreed with my comment about the night sky. "At times, it t feels as if the stars are telling you stuff."

"The stars talk to you?" I asked. Why was I surprised? Of course, they did, Harry is a star, after all, it's only normal for him to have conversations with heavenly bodies.

"Sometimes, they do," he answered, "You just have to concentrate a bit."

"Are they telling you something right now?" I was being way too curious, I know.

"They're telling me I'm really lucky for being out on a date with such a beautiful girl." he replied.

"Don't tease," I said, "You're here with me, not with any beauty."

"Oh, Bliss you are gorgeous," he said, grinning "you are not really gonna make me sing What Makes You Beautiful, are you now?"

When he spoke I could almost feel his breath hitting my skin and making it burst into tiny goosebumps. I turned my face to get a glance at him.

He was no longer looking at the sky, instead, he had rolled himself closer to me, and was lying on his side with his elbow resting on top of the blanket and his head propped on top of his hand.

"What are you talking about, Bliss?" he said, looking up, "those were the best kisses I've ever had!" So it was Better Than Words Now, at least it seemed that way.

"Why did you stop then?" I asked perplexed.

"Every time we touch I'm shook up, Bliss," he answered, "You have no idea how you make me feel, can't even begin to describe it words are not good enough."

"Are you gonna serenade me with "Better Than Words Harry"? I said laughing. I was ecstatic; he had just said he was shook up about me.

"Nah, that'd be silly," he replied. "but you said you wanted to take things slow. And you kinda stiffened when I touched you. I'm really sorry."

"It's not that I didn't like it," I explained, "You just took me by surprise. You kissing me, has made me really, really happy."

"I don't want to mess things up between us. As a matter of fact, I was gonna ask you to go out on a third date with me tomorrow. But I'm afraid of looking desperate and that you'll say no, that I'm going too fast, being pushy." He revealed.

"When did I say that about going slow?" I demanded. Surely Harry couldn't possibly think I'd say no to him.

"On the plane, when we were flying here from London, when I asked you what your ideal date would be like" he declared.

"Oh!" I let out, a little taken aback, I had say something of the sort after all. "Harry, that was a hypothetical, this is different. This is real life."

"Yes, but real life gets messy." Harry responded, "and I kinda wanted a cheat sheet, to make sure things went as smooth as possible."

"Harry that is so sweet," I gushed, "a bit stalkerish and creepy, but sweet nonetheless."

"Yeah, I kinda figured I was being creepy after I started drilling you about perfect date ideas." He blushed.

"No worries, no harm done. You're an amazing kisser." I said, hoping he'd take the not too subtle hint and resume kissing me.

"Oh, Bliss! I love kissing you," he let out, signaling he had caught my meaning, "it's the best thing ever. But I'm afraid we need to cut back on that at the moment."

"We do?" I asked, disappointment dripping through every syllable I uttered.

"I'm afraid is necessary at the moment." He went on, "You see, I wouldn't be able to contain myself and would rip all of your clothes off in seconds."

"And what's wrong with that?" I inquired.

"I want naked Bliss for my eyes only." He answered, I know there's a song lyric somewhere in his answer, "And we're out in the open, right now. Somebody might get a free show."

"Oh," I managed to say. "We're in the middle of an open field, yes."

"Sadly, that's true but I can still do this," he said taking my hand and kissing each one of my fingers, and giving my wrist an open mouth-tongue-licking long kiss

"Oh, Haaaarry," I moaned as his lips lingered on my hand.

"Baby, you're delicious," he said, "so about that third date tomorrow, are we on?"

"I'd love to," I said, "but you have your opening concert in San Francisco tomorrow and the second one in LA the day after, how are you gonna manage?"

"We'll fly back to LA from San Francisco, right after the concert." He explained, "we should be back here around midnight."

"And then we'll go midnight driving with the windows down?" I teased him. I'm hopeless, I know.

"If you want," he laughed, and with a straight face went on to say. "I was thinking more along the lines of hitting Nobu for a little takeaway, and then back home and we'd search romantic comedies in Netflix and see what we find." Oh, he was good he had made a flawless transition from Perfect to Woman.

"It's a date then" I confirmed.

I'd swear that if Harry wasn't holding on to my hand at that very moment, I would be going up, up and up in the air due to all the happiness that was bursting out of my pores and making me soar like a hot air balloon.

"The thing is, Bliss Clarke," Harry said, in a very solemn tone, "as much as I'm proud of the 1D Perfect song, since I wrote it and all, the kind of perfect I wish for us is not the one described in the 1D song, but the kind of perfect that's in the Ed Sheeran song."

I had no words to properly answer his statement. I opted for a gesture.

I pulled his hand towards me, the one he had intertwined with mine, and kissed it.

He gave out a small moan, and laughingly sang "You don't understand, you don't understand what you do to me when you hold my hand."

I secretly hoped he would also sing the "I just want it to be you and I forever" part of Happily, but he didn't.

"We better start cleaning up and go back home," he said, getting up "the ride home is a bit long, so we're not taking the bike. A car we'll pick us up in a few seconds."

Sitting in the back of the car, whilst being driven back home, he took my hand again and never let go until he had walked me my bedroom door where he leaned into me and kissed me. Up to this day, the memory of that kiss always manages to make my knees go weak.

"Oh, baby I want to take you to bed with me this very instant," he said, pushing me against the door and cupping my breast again, amidst kisses. He had come close to me, our legs meshed together so I had his muscley thighs trapped between mine.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, we were on familiar terms already (I mean, me and his waist were), and giving in to my impulses, slipped my hands underneath his tee, sending them in a frantic search for his skin. "Oh, oh, Bliiiiissss" he moaned. "this feels so good,"

I didn't answer but reciprocated by attaching my mouth to his neck whilst continuing to caress his chest and back. He tasted so good. Sweet and salty at the same time.

"Baby, I need to feel your skin also," he said starting to lift up my tee.

"Wait, Harry!" I cried.

He pulled away instantly, "Sorry," he said a bit curtly. "I thought you wanted this. You were practically taking my shirt off."

"I do. I do want this but we're in the middle of the hallway." I said.

"So, you do want me?" he asked doubt in his voice.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," I answered, and opening the door to my bedroom as quickly as I could whilst grabbing his wrist, and pulled him inside.

"Wait, baby wait." he said as I struggled to drag him inside my bedroom.

"Why?" I asked, confused, "Don't you want me?"

"I do, I want you so desperately." He said, if we were back to quoting songs it meant things were all right, I thought relieved. Even if it was What Makes You Beautiful Again.

"It's just...err....mm...I...." he started to explain, whilst blushing, "I keep the condoms in my bedroom."

He looked at me sheepishly after saying that and carried on "I mean, you do want this? Or am I assuming too much? Is it ok, Bliss? I don't want you to feel pressured at all. I can wait."

"Your bedroom it is, then," I said excitedly, leaning into him to peck his lips, as a way to let him know that, I too, wanted him desperately.

He grinned delightedly, and in one swift movement grabbed my waist and scooped my legs up, so they circled his waist "let's go baby" he said, and leaned in to kiss me. And in this fashion, with his lips locked into mine, we went down the corridor to his room.

He put me down, once inside by the side of the bed. And as soon as he did we caught sight of Anne and Gemma, both of them asleep in Harry' bed.

It's hitting the accelerator and then pulling the brakes for Bliss and Harry.

Don't forget to hit the star.

Next update will be posted on Tuesday.