I woke up to see a him, sitting beside the bed. His eyes were closed and he supported himself by resting himself by his right hand. His face was cradled by his palm, and there was furrow spread across his eyebrows. A tiny strand of hair fell upon his left eyes, I unknowingly stretched out my hand towards it, to gasp when I saw those pale green eyes staring back at me.

"You were awake all the time." I huffed, knowing I was caught.

"How could I miss such a pretty sight." he said, with a small lopsided grin spread across face.

I got up, rubbing my temple. Everything was simply strange, Harry who once, hated me by his whole gut, was sitting beside me. I on other hand, who vowed never to grow attached to anyone, was enjoying his company. This was messy, everything is just so intimidating.

"You will get over it." he said in a hushed voice.

Did, say that so loud. God, I really need a break.

"Yes, you indeed." he remarked again, now with a smirk spreading across his face.

"What's with you reading my mind?" I asked playfully. Everything about him, reminds me of something that I couldn't decipher. Maybe, he was a part of my past, which I had lost. But that idea, seemed vague. Yet, my urge to find out about my past, grew day by day as Harry entered my life.

The whole, time he sat there with his eyes trained upon me in admiration. It was bit uncomfortable, albeit I enjoyed every second of it.

"Since the shooting finished yesterday, and we will be only required after a week, I was thinking whether you had any plans or not." There was a hint of nervousness laced in his voice, which amused me.

"I am free, Styles. Just have a fashion show coming up this weekend. I am only invited as guest. So yeah, I guess I am." I knew where this was leading to. But honestly, at this point of time, I was ready to let my walls down and listen to what Cora said. Because at some point of time, we are all supposed to live a little and break free from our own cages.

With my approval in his favor, his face resembled that of a child who won candies at a fair.

"Meet me down at reception at seven."

"Fancy or casual."

"Wear something casual, and no more questions." With a wink he left the room.

I dialed Cora's number, to let her know about this new advancement in my life. As expected she squeaked, promising to visit me this weekend. Next one to be informed was my babe, "Hey, babe."

"Hmm, I see you have something to tell."

Offended a little, I tried to be defensive, but both of us knew, what he said was true. So hold myself back, "Yeah, Styles and I hooked up last night."

There was loud crack, along with a choke followed by coughing. I tried my best to control the laugh that was threatening to escape my lips.

"What?"

"You heard me." Still continuing my act, I said in a serious tone.

"At least tell me, you guys used protection? Or oh my goodness, don't  tell me, I am uncle or something, Av, don't  worry I'll still accept you...." Before even continued his banter, I broke out into laughter. I didn't even hear the last part, this was the best laugh I had in a while.

"Troy, you always think of the worst?" I told, still a holding back my laugh and wiping away the tears that came along.

"That wasn't funny Ava, with that Harry around, I can only imagine the worse, and you almost killed me." He said, with utter irritation laced in his voice.

"Chill, Troy, he asked me on a date. That's it. And even if we hooked up..."

"Then, what?" I could tell he was losing his cool, but I was a mood to irritate. So well, I thought why not feed the fire.

"We'll definitely use protection."

With that I heard a click from other side. Poor guy, but one thing made me curious, why would be he irritated to this extent? With the knowledge his last revelation, I am starting to have doubts. Was it possible if he likes me more than a friend? Even if it was the case, why would he not reveal to me? If that was the case, I'm sure I'd  date him in any heartbeat without a second thought. Leaving all these confusing thoughts behind, I decided to take a bath.

At sharp 7pm, I was standing here before the front desk of the receptionist. I checked again myself on the huge mirror hanging on the wall; I looked cute, in my red camisole and a black shirt over it. Through the reflection in my mirror, I saw Harry standing beside me, smirking.

After a few minutes inside the car, we stopped in front of a large opening. Keeping my curiosity to myself, I quietly followed him outside the car. I felt a pair of hands move over my face.

"Harry, what are we 16?"

"We can at least pretend." He said with a small chuckle. After a few steps, he slowly moved his hands away from my eyes. When I opened my eyes, it was still dark. I after looking around the place, I still couldn't infer I looked at Harry expectedly, he on other side raised his left hand clicked thump and middle finger in a rhythm. With that I saw lights flickering from his left side, and mimicking the same with his right hand, the lights glowed in his right too. Now I understood where we were standing.

"Don't tell me, you rented out this whole place. Harry, tell me you didn't, did you?"

"What do you think?"

"Omg, you're one crazy person. Who surprises a girl like this on their first date." With that I saw his grin, turning into a frown, immediately I regretted saying that. Did I say something wrong, I kept thinking, but I was cut off from my thoughts when a familiar song started playing around.