Harry’s P.O.V Our carriage stopped right at the top. Looking out of the carriage I couldn’t see a thing. The only thing that I could see was the beautiful girl perched in front of me. I love how her brown hair just passed her shoulders and how her blue eyes glistened in the moon light. The skin tight jeans, made me want to chuck them on the floor there and then. I had to ask the question, I knew she had to go home sooner or later but I also knew I didn’t want her to leave. We were returning to the tour in 17 days and I wanted her to accompany me. I cleared my throat. The raspy noisy captured her attention. She looked up hair falling over her face, covering her beauty. “Erm Ali, is there anything for you at home? You know like college or anything?” she frowned as she knew she’d just hit reality. She looked up tears in her eyes. “Erm I’m glad you asked that, no not really only my mum and a few friends. I have college next year but that is it. I know I have to go home, but if I’m honest I don’t want to.” She weakly smiled at me breaking into tears. I reached for her but she didn’t budge. So I moved over to her side a held her. Not saying a word just holding her. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t want her to go but I didn’t want to sound too forward. I think she likes me for me, I had a phone call to Cara about the situation and she said she wants my money and my fame. But what does she know. I’d never felt like this before. Were we friends or were we more? I don’t know. She wasnt just one of my flings or one night stands, sure i was sexually attracted to her but id take it slow if she felt the same. Shes the sort of girl id take home to my mum. Maybe i should ring my mum and talk to her about how i feel, but thats not manly and if she finds out shell think im a pansy and go off me. i cant have that no way.