Just to give آپ a hint, آپ know who he is, “Forever Young, I wanna be forever young.” یا his famously curly hair and his cheesy smile. آپ recognize? Yep, Mr. Styles and I are best دوستوں and never leaving that stage.

It was after the O2 concert, Hannah and I sat together watching in aw as everyone performed.

It was in the hotel rooms, everyone had their own rooms. I never thought of things that I would do with Harry that night. We were sitting across from each other on the beds, telling stories about شائقین with Harry’s occasional impressions. I laughed then he put one finger to my lips, his look was serious. I watched as his lips mouthed, “One night. No regrets. دوستوں with benefits.” I looked down, and without a thought came up, no. I looked back up at him, “Yes, I have protection. I know آپ too well. I have singing.” I bit my lip, I reached for his thigh and rubbed it. Then I looked up at him, “Harry, we can’t take risks. We are both just 17. Still so young. I’ll get close but not near that.” His smile, once again that smile, “Show me what آپ can do?” I smirked. I slowly leaned over him, going down with me, Harry’s smile still present on his face. I kissed him lightly. He pulled at my hips, asking for more. I kissed him again, harder and with مزید passion. My hands met his face. His kisses were rough, but yet so passionate. I felt him pull me up, and then I was against the wall. He kissed my neck. Then he stopped and we put our foreheads together. “Not what I imagined tonight.” We کہا together. I laughed. He flashed a crooked smile. His arms reached down and I reached up. We gave each other a hug. He picked me up and carried me to my بستر and dropped me. He kissed me on my head like always. He walked to his bed, reached and turned the lights off, “Let’s not tell anyone, Harry, no one. Not even the boys.” I confessed to him. “My lips are sealed.” Then I faded to sleep سے طرف کی Harry’s sweet voice singing both of us to sleep.

Did آپ think that it was really going to happen? Nope. Ain't that kind of person.