As we drove up to harry’s drive the decorative lights revelled the £6million house the papers had revealed. Mim’s jaw dropped as we got out of the car and stood on his door step. It was huge. His garden was beautifully decorated with lights in the flower beds and around the fountain. Harry unlocked the door and invited us inside. I was expecting a bachelor pad. But the whole house was cosy looking, the hall was cream and brown this continued into the living room the kitchen was red and black. He was creative as well as talented. ‘Harry, could I go and get changed into my pyjamas please?’ harry nodded and lead me to his room. There was a huge bed in the middle of the room with wardrobes and cabinets all around there was a canvas of him and his friends. But this was also a very comfy room. Harry sat on the end of his bed refusing to let me get dressed on my own. I rolled my eyes and ran into his en-suite bathroom. Running in I locked the door I could hear feet pacing backwards and forwards outside of the bathroom door. I put on my tracksuit bottoms and vest top I fixed my hair and left the room. I knew green eyes were watching me as I bent down to pack my clothes in my bag. I walked out of the room jumping up when Harry's smacked my backside causing me to jump in shock. Walking down the vast stairs and into the living room where the rest were sat. He left the room for what felt like a couple of seconds returning with a tray of tea and biscuits. ‘Hello beautiful, I made you tea is that ok? I put in one sugar?’ he patted the space with him, pumping the cushion. ‘Perfect thank you, what are we watching?’ I said parching next to harry and picking up my tea. ‘Love actually Mim picked it’ Niall said looking down at Mim who was lying on his lap. He placed a kiss on the forehead and she giggled. I rolled my eyes and tutted. Mim must have said something to Niall to make him get up. ‘Harry mate, lend me a hand?’ harry got up kissing me on the head. As the boys left the room Mim leapt across the table and jumped in harry's seat. I gave her a look as she spilt tea down my shirt. ‘MIM! This is the only thing I have clean you wolly, I’m going to go and ask harry for a cloth.’ As I got up and headed towards the kitchen. I couldn’t help but over listen. ‘So how’s you and ali’ Niall whispered rather loudly. ‘I haven’t asked her yet, she’s beautiful and she’s different she’s a very special girl.’ The warm feeling returned to my cheeks. ‘Oh so you’re not just going to bed her and ditch her like you do to the rest’ Niall let out a chuckle then a loud slap was heard. ‘How dare you! How dare you! You have no right! Ali is different I feel for her like I’ve never felt for anyone else. If she wants to go slow, then I will. But I’m telling you there’s something about her’. Mumbled by what harry was saying I walked into the door. Standing before me was the beautiful harry. He was perfect.’ Did you hear everything?’I nodded and planted a kiss on harry’s soft lips. I brushed past him I reached for the cloth. ‘What happened here?’ harry laughed and walked over to me helping to wipe the stain away. ‘Have you got another top?’ ‘Mim jumped and spilt the tea, and nope this was my only clean one” Harry took my hand and led me upstairs. He sat me on the bed and began to kiss me. Each kiss got more violent and more passionate; kissing down my neck he reached the collar of my top. Putting his hands on my waist he began to lift the top over my head, revealing my imperfect stomach. As soon as my top was removed I covered my stomach with my hands. Pulling back harry looked into my eyes, a beautiful smile appeared and his eyes glistening. I loosened my arms letting him take control of every part of me. He kissed me one last time and pulled away heading towards his dresser. Rummaging in his draw he picked out a black t-shirt. I sat back further on the bed. I reached up and harry placed the t-shirt over my figure. It was so soft and smelt like him very manly and strong. Harry had a sensitive side to him. I liked it. Harry stood back and soaked up the view, he seemed amused. He walked over to the door and left the room. His t-shirt barley went past my knees, I felt that the top didn’t go right with my trackies so I decided to remove them, feeling slightly uncomfortable I ran over to Harry's dresser and picked out a pair of black boxers that were 1inch longer than the shirt. While harry was gone, I climbed into the big soft bed. The covers were warm and cosy. In no time at all, harry walked back into the room with two hot drinks and a plate of biscuits and a few slices of toast. ‘You haven’t eaten so I thought I’d do us some supper?’ he said placing the tray on my lap whilst he climbed on the bed next to me. ‘Why do the paparazzi make you out to be a complete whore?’I said picking up a cup of tea. Harry raised an eyebrow at the ‘out of the blue’ question. ‘Because that’s who management wants me to be, but I’m nothing like that. I don’t want to come across as an arse, I really am genuine. I’d do anything for anyone and I just want to be happy. Find the right girl and settle down with her’. His response made me startled. I knew there was this side of harry you just have to get to know him. I felt privileged to get to know this side of one of the world’s famous guys, but also to be his friend. ‘I respect you harry’. I said taking a last mouthful of tea and biting into some toast. A smile just grew on his face revealing his teeth, as he looked down in embarrassment.