The host came straight over to us. "I have a reservation for 8.30," Harry said.

"This way sir, miss," the host nodded at me. Harry indicated for me to go first, and I followed the host into the dining area, Harry close behind me. We were taken to a small table tucked away in the corner and the host pulled my chair out for me. "May I take your jacket?" he asked.

I slipped it off my shoulders and handed it to him and sat down. Harry sat down opposite me, and my stomach fluttered. "Can we get a bottle of Dom Perignon please," Harry asked, then he looked over at me. "Is that ok with you?"

"Yes fine, thanks," I said. The host nodded and handed us some menus before disappearing off. Wow. More champagne. I had never been on a date like this before.

"So I hope your laptop doesn't mind me taking you out tonight," he said, clasping his hands on the table and looking into my eyes. Oh Christ, I lost all sense of sanity when our eyes met.

I laughed nervously. "I'm sure it doesn't," I said.

"Well, more fool your laptop," he smiled. "What were you supposed to be doing?"

"I just had some data to input into the system," I said. "I approved a load of applications today but they need all the details to be entered before I can issue the policies."

"What type of insurance do you cover?" he asked.

"Commercial," I replied. "It's for companies. So I look at their financial information, like their accounts, director history etc, before deciding if they're an acceptable trade risk."

"Wow," he said. "Sounds complicated. Do you enjoy it?"

"It's not really," I said. "But yeah, I absolutely love it. I find it really interesting looking into company accounts and seeing how they fare. And my office is great, I have some good friends there."

"That's great," he said. "I can't imagine being stuck in a job you hate, day in, day out."

"Me neither," I said. "I know my job would probably bore most people silly but I'm a bit of a nerd so it's right up my street."

He chuckled. "You're not a nerd. And there's nothing wrong with nerds anyway."

The host appeared with an ice bucket and a bottle of Dom Perignon. He opened it with a gentle pop and poured a glass each for me and Harry, then disappeared again. Harry held up his glass and clinked it with mine. "Cheers," he said.

"Cheers," I replied.

We both took a sip. It was ice cold and delicious. Harry reached into his pocket and took his phone out. "So," he said. "About this picture you sent me..." he looked up into my eyes and I gave him a confused look. "You said you were sitting at your friend's desk."

Uh oh. "Um... yes?" I said tentatively, unsuccessfully trying to hide the embarrassed grin that was slowly creeping across my face.

He held up his phone, that now had my selfie on the screen. "Why does it say 'Jessica Bradshaw - Underwriter' on that sign next to you?" He bit his lip, grinning.

"Um, my friend has the same name as me?" I suggested, wrinkling my nose in shame.

"That must get really confusing in your office," he said. "Someone works in your office with the exact same name as you, does the same job, and is also a One Direction fan?"

My face probably looked like a tomato right now. "We manage," I said. "Anyway, she likes you. I told you, I'm more of a Louis girl." I looked him square in the eyes. Take that, Harry Styles.

He laughed. "Yeah so you said, but then you admitted you weren't, and you're out with me tonight, and you haven't mentioned Louis once." His eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"Alright," I said. "Alright. You got me. It is my desk. I told you I was a nerd."

"Hey, liking One Direction does not make you a nerd," he said seriously. Then his face broke into a grin. "Nice mug."

I closed my eyes, wishing the ground would swallow me up. "Thanks," I said, faintly.

"And mousemat. And pens. And stickers," he added.

I opened my eyes, wishing the stupid embarrassed grin would leave my face. Harry was staring at me, quietly chuckling,

"Ok, ok, we have established that up until about two minutes ago I was a huge fan, but I think I am rapidly changing my mind," I teased.

"Oooh, fighting talk," he said. He looked into my eyes again, smiling. "I'm just playing. I was just getting you back for the Louis comment." He winked at me. Oh Christ. It was a good job I was sitting down, because that wink caused my knees to go weak.

I laughed. "Truce?" I suggested. He hesitated, then held out his hand and I shook it. "Truce," he agreed.

We opened our menus and he peeked over the top of his and raised his eyebrows in a silly gesture. I giggled and looked down at my menu. My heart hadn't stopped pounding since his car had pulled up outside my flat, and it didn't show any signs of calming down either. I decided on a goats cheese starter and lamb for main, and a waiter came over to take our orders. After he'd gone I took another sip of champagne, and made a mental note to take it easy. I'd not really eaten properly since breakfast - the last thing I wanted to do was get drunk and make a show of myself. And I had to be up early to finish the rest of my work, so I certainly didn't need a hangover.

"So what would you be doing if you weren't famous?" I asked Harry.

"I dunno, either a physiotherapist, or a lawyer maybe?" he said. "I was still undecided what A-Levels I was going to take before the band took off, so I don't know what I would have ended up doing. What about you? Did you always want to do what you're doing?"

"Not really," I confessed. "I have a degree in business and took this job as a stop-gap but now I love it so I'm happy where I am for now. I'd like to set up my own company one day, but I'm having too much fun in this job to leave. We're all so close at work, it's like my second family."

"That's great," Harry said enthusiastically. "Do you all meet in the toilets for a gossip, like they do in movies?"

I laughed, thinking back to the Emergency Conference in the kitchen with Sarah on Monday.

"You do, don't you!" he laughed, seeing the look on my face.

"Well, not the toilets, usually the kitchen," I smiled. "There's always office gossip floating around."

"Did you tell them you were coming out with me tonight?" he asked.

I hesitated. "Well... I kind of did, but I said it sarcastically, so they all thought I was joking," I tried to explain. "I haven't actually told anyone properly."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because I would never hear the end of it," I said. "And then it would be all over Facebook, and Twitter, and that's not really my thing."

"Oh yeah, how are the Twitter followers coming along?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Around 30,000 last time I checked. It got worse after..." I trailed off. I still didn't know if Harry had seen the picture of us leaving his house.

"After the picture from Saturday morning?" he said.

I looked up at him and bit my lip. "Yeah," I said. "Sorry about that. I had nothing to do with it, I swear."

He looked at me strangely. "I know that," he said.

"Really?" I asked. "I was worried you might have thought I had spoken to the media or something. But I would never do that," I added hastily.

"Jess, I've not even known you a week but I know you wouldn't do that," he said, reaching across the table and touching my hand. I had to stop myself taking a sharp intake of breath.

"Ok good," I said. I lightly brushed my finger against his, and felt a jolt run through me again. Our eyes met and I looked down at my lap, biting my lip.

"Have I told you you look amazing?" he said huskily.

"Thank you," I said shyly. "I think you may have said it, yeah."

He smiled and our eyes locked again. My body broke out in goosebumps and heart began beating faster. Everything about him was sexy. His eyes, his hair, his lips, his smile. The way he looked at me, the way he sat, the way he spoke. He just screamed sex appeal. I mentally slapped myself. I was not going there tonight. This was a dinner date, nothing more. He was off jet-setting in the morning and I would never see him again. I was not going to be that girl.

The moment was broken by our starters arriving, and I was thankful for the distraction. I took another sip of champagne and the waiter topped my glass up from the bottle. Harry declined and asked for a glass of water. "I'm driving," he said to me, by way of explanation.

"Woah, I can't drink this whole bottle by myself!" I protested. "I wouldn't be able to stand up!"

"Laying down is fine with me," Harry winked as the waiter walked away. I blushed furiously.

"I'm up early in the morning," I said. "I have to finish the work I put off to come out with you tonight. So don't be getting any ideas, Mr Styles."

"And what ideas would they be, Miss Bradshaw?" Harry asked, leaning forward and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Anything that involves anything other than dinner!" I told him.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," he said innocently, picking up his fork and tucking into his starter.

"Course you don't," I said, rolling my eyes.

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