When I wake up on Thursday morning the first thing my eyes catch sight of are the photographs in the frame that is propped against the wall by my bedside.

I immediately think about what Harry might be doing now. He was driving back to London through the night as he prefers the lighter traffic. Chances are he arrived home a few hours ago and went straight to bed. Deciding not to even second-guess anything about his London life, I get up and go for a run to focus my mind and bring me back to reality.

Luckily, the day passes quickly with back-to-back lectures. I arrive home and spend an hour with my insecurities, frustrated that I can't contact him to thank him for the photo frame. However my predicament is resolved when my phone buzzes.

"Hi Natasha, sorry I haven't called you before but I got back really late, slept in late and then had some meetings this afternoon. It's great to hear you."

All I can say is "I love it Harry so so much, thank you."

"No Natasha, thank you, the last few days have been well......" he pauses unable to find the words to say to me so I cut in with "your gift says all it needs too."

The awkward part of the conversation over, we speak for an hour about everything and nothing in particular. I think to myself that talking to Harry is so easy. There's no awkward silences or embarrassing moments, we simply share our day and thoughts with each other. Our conversations continue to flow like this night after night as we are getting to know each other.

If things were different we would most probably have been out again but he's in London and I'm in Manchester and we are both busy with our lives so that just isn't possible. Anyway, if I'm honest, however much I would love to see him again, I am enjoying getting to know him via our chats. The more I speak to Harry, the more I want to speak to him, to know about him. He makes me laugh and smile. Doing it from a distance is enough for me right now.

During our Sunday conversation he confirms that he is flying out to Sydney in the morning to start the Australian leg of the band's world tour. He is animated and excited about the shows and tells me all about the tour plans when he's there. He can't wait to catch up with the boys again who are all flying separately. I can tell that apart from his family the band is the most important part of his life. He talks about each of his 'brothers' so fondly.

Tinged with a sadness he says "only downside is that with 11 hours time difference, evening concerts and daytime radio and chat shows, keeping in touch might be a bit tricky."

"Harry please, it's fine, look let's agree that I won't contact you, I know you'll call me when you can, you are 'doing your thang', I get it. Anyway dull Manchester with a load of essays and reading to do or unbearably hot Sydney being screamed at all the time - know where I'd rather be!"

I can tell he is smiling down the phone as he responds, "And that Natasha is why I like talking to you because you simply do just effortlessly get it." These are his final words to me and I am really touched because he had previously said only his mum 'got it'.

Now saying I get it and actually getting it I realise are two very different things and by Thursday as sad as it sounds I am missing my Harry chats.

Out of curiosity I decide to see if I can follow the tour online. Well, I am blown away with what I discover. The fans or 'fandom' as they are known is like a family circling around the band and woe and betide anyone who steps out of line.

Twitter is littered with 'he's on this flight, they are at that hotel, he ate there with them, surfed here, watched cricket there, not to mention the vids of all the band's performances. It appears that Harry has played some golf, got his trousers pulled down on stage by one of the boys and supposedly got another tattoo. Intrigued by the last one I find myself wondering what it is and where it is along with twenty plus million other Twitter users!

I finally get my Harry chat on Friday and he sounds so happy and content giving me a run down of 'everything' he's been up too. I decide not to mention the tattoo and he doesn't mention it either. The easy flow of the conversation changes though when he comes out with "I have been missing our chats though Natasha".

I scoff loudly down the phone and can tell he is surprised on the other end of the line when I reel off, "Let's see, um, apart from working which I'll give you, you've been playing golf, shopping, playing more golf, visiting at vineyard, cuddling Koalas and sunbathing with hot chicks in small bikinis. I wish my life was so dull!"

He then surprises me with a laugh, "Stalking me on Twitter I see!"

"I think you'll find it's called creeping!" I say chuckling.

"A tour is what it is and it's fun but I am missing being able to see you again right now," he says with such sincerity I feel bad.

"I am only teasing, I have missed talking to you too."

"I'm sorry for being grouchy, we are hauled up in our hotel today, can't go out as the place is swarming with fans. Much as I love them I'm feeling a bit hotel trapped right now," he sounds quite down.

"Well do what I do when I'm stressed and feeling low, take it out on the running machine."

"Knew I could count on you for great advice, I shall do just that and like right now!"

"Happy running," I say smiling and picturing him pulling on his trainers as we speak.

"Happy Harry," he says fondly.

"Well hopefully after your run."

"No I mean happy Harry from speaking to you, bye beautiful."

"Bye grouchy Harry!"

He laughs and hangs up and I am smiling, he called me 'beautiful', just added it into the conversation like it was a normal thing to say. It feels good and I like it!

I rack my brains about what I can do to somehow bring us a bit closer together, then an idea pops into my head. I grab my phone, accessing the App store, and purchase the 'Scrabble App'. I set it up and send an invitation to Harry to join me in a game. Literally within two minutes he has accepted along with a text message.

** N, Love it! Let our scrabbling adventures begin. I've got a score to settle! H .x**

Another first, he put a kiss in his text message - my heart literally skips a beat and I stare at it for the next five minutes not believing it's actually there.

The next time we speak Harry Skype's me. It's lovely to see him again, albeit on the screen. He looks happy and relaxed. He tells me he celebrated Chinese New Year in Melbourne with his Dad who has joined him. I notice that the bright green wristband from our fairground date still adorns his wrist and it warms a feeling inside of me. At the end of our conversation we embark on a 'you hang up, no you hang up, not until you hang up' game for five minutes just making each other uncontrollably laugh.

As we move towards February, I find out his birthday is looming. He never mentions it himself, I find out the details during my online creeping. I really want to surprise him by doing something but at the same time I want to keep it simple and heartfelt, not over the top.

I recall with a heavy heart our conversation at my house when he was so despondent about the limitations of his lifestyle. The perfect idea comes to me and I set the wheels in motion with the help of the hotel guest services.

"Hey beautiful, how are you?" His grin stares back at me through the screen over Skype. My insides take a flip, he looks so handsomely happy.

"Great, what about you?" I smile goofily towards his image.

"Yeah good, having a really lovely day. What have you been up too?"

"Oh you know, college and study, nothing exciting. You? Tell me about your day, I'm guessing it was more exciting than my boring one."

"Well...oh hang on a minute there's someone at my hotel door... oh sod it they'll go away eventually if I ignore them."

"Harry, I think you should get it, it could be important." I reply encouragingly.

"No, they'll come back later." He waves his hand in the air absentmindedly.

"Bit rude of you." I screw my nose up at him. I need him to answer the door!

He huffs, "Ok, ok, wait there and don't disconnect."

"Yes Sir!" I reply jokingly.

His smirk slides off the screen as the image goes haphazard when he places his laptop down on the bed and slides off the side, leaving me with a view of his plump white linen covered pillows and crushed velvet silver grey headboard, the crystal buttons shimmering in the light.

I hear the heavy hotel door being pulled open but can't make out the muffled exchange of voices from my end. Suddenly the screen is shrouded from the other end with multi-coloured helium balloons bumping scratchily together. There are 20 to be precise and his beaming face appears through them.

"Happy Birthday handsome." I sing song when I see them.

"Natasha what an amazing surprise, how did you know?" He sounds so chuffed at my simple gesture.

"Nothing Harry Styles escapes Twitter which is a just as well seeing as though you kept it from me!" I reply laughing. "Care to join me on our second date night?"

"Date night?" he looks confused.

"Well I can't be there in person but look outside your hotel door."

Like a child he jumps off the bed, dragging the balloons with him as they bob around in the air conditioned room. I hear the door pull open, wheels squeaking, and then he appears back in front of the camera with a smile that has erupted even further across his face.

"Oh my god, it smells divine, Indian takeway, beer and a chocolate cupcake. This is incredible."

"Happy of happiest birthdays Harry." I raise my glass of wine to the camera and he grabs his beer from the room service trolley and does the same, clinking the bottle with a flick of his thumb as though our drinks are actually touching.

"Twenty today, no longer a teenager you oldie!"

"Hey, less of the old if you please." He grabs the cupcake and lights the single candle sticking out proudly from the centre as I launch into a rendition of the birthday song.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday handsome Harry, happy birthday to you. Make a wish."

His eyelids slide slowly to cover his emeralds as a smirk spreads across his lips which then purse together as he lets out a elongated gentle blow to extinguish the flickering flame.

"Thank you." He brings his laptop towards him planting a big kiss over the camera.

"Glad you liked it, now we'd better eat."

"Have you got takeway too?"

"Of course, it's a date night, I'm not sitting and watching you have all the fun!" And I show him my plate of food and he just chuckles.

"You have thought of everything. This is insanely brilliant."

And with that we sit on opposite sides of the world, on our date night, eating Indian takeway, in complete and utter happiness.

February turns into March which takes Harry all over Asia. We are in a strange situation getting to know each other with such a distance between us but for me it is the perfect way right now. It feels so right and my feelings are growing for Harry every time we speak or Skype.

He texts me when he wakes up every morning and the texts can be just one word about the weather like 'Sunny" or what he's eating for breakfast like 'Cereal' or what he's doing like 'Running'. His odd little ways are so endearing. But the best texts are the longer ones that he sends at random times of the day. They start off quite mildly like 'morning Beautiful' or 'thinking about you' or 'can't wait to speak later.' But as time goes by they get longer like, 'can't wait to see you again', 'it's doing my head in I want to see you now!' He brightens up my day with his humor and it just confirms to me that he's thinking of me and it makes me feel good inside.

Finally April arrives and Harry is on his way back for a two-week break that coincides with college Easter holidays. I decide to stop looking at social media shortly after his birthday. I became obsessed with it and was never off my phone. I know he'd joked about it but I also worried I might become a bit paranoid by it, like I was stalking Harry online. A text pings my phone on Sunday.

**N, Arriving London on Monday, hoping to get back to Holmes Chapel Wednesday, counting the days until I see you again. H .x**

I am excited about seeing him again and for a moment the little warning bell that constantly rings inside my head is silenced for a split second. Perhaps I am ready, ready to finally embark on something new with someone new.