Simon cowells daughter

"Okay we'll be going to the press conference in five minutes" Lou announced, handing me her final choice of my shoes, black vans.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror, my black dress was lacy up the top and chevron for the bottom half, my hair was just in a messy ponytail, and mascara and foundation was applied to my face.

It's been a week since mine and Harry's beach date, it was really fun, except for the car ride, I had to sit in the back seat, cuddled up trying to cover my naked body while harry would steal cheeky peaks at me.

We haven't had the chance to go out on anymore dates, except tomorrow were moving, to a hotel. Yay!

"Hello? Earth to Alana" she giggled as she ushered me into the car. We drove to the performing arts center, it could a couple of thousand people. I took a weak glance from behind the backstage curtain, hundreds of people and cameras flooded into the seats.

"You ready" Liam asked, I nodded lightly as he dragged me out to long table on the Center stage. I sat in between Harry and Liam, Harry's hands would occasionally brush against mine.

For the first half an hour the just asked my dad and the boys questions until someone mentioned me. "And who are you" a reporter shoved a microphone in my face.

"I'm Alana, his daughter" I pointed down the table to my dad.

"Why are you here in america" I felt my breath hitch in my throat as more microphones and cameras annoyed me.

Harry grasped my hand in his, giving me a tight reassuring squeeze. I smiled shyly at him and answered the woman.

"I just moved here, for a bit of change."

"And do you think Alana takes a fancy to anyone" she asked Liam.

Harry and I giggled quietly.

"What was that, did you want to say something?" She whizzed the camera back to me.

"Do you fancy anyone" she repeated.

I stuttered trying to answer.

Harry rose from his seat and stood up, letting my hand loosely fall as he stood up.

"I believe she fancies me. Her boyfriend."

The crowd applauded Harry's statement, he sat back down and squeezed my hand.

I could feel my dad burning his eyes in my face, but I kept focus int the crowd.

More questions were passed through the table, most concerning how I met the boys and all of that.

"Okay can I please have eight rooms" my dad asked the receptionist to the luxurious hotel. "Uh make that seven" I corrected.

I snatched the key card off my dad and took harrys hand in mine and leading him up to our room.

"What was all that about" Harry sighed, flopping on the couch.

"He needs to know he can't control me" I stated.

"Alana you're only sixteen" Harry said.

"Nearly seventeen" I corrected.

"Oh yeah that's right. What should we do, how about dinner. All of us" he said. The thought of having dinner with everyone, except my mum made my face fall.

"What's wrong" Harry lifted my chin up so I was facing him.

"It's nothing" I replied.

"Is it your mum?" He asked.

He always knows how to get information out of someone without prying.

"Yeah. It's going to be my first birthday without her."

"I can take your mind off things" he said, nudging my head to the side and leaving soft kisses on my neck. "Yeah.." I said, telling him to continue.

"I'll make you feel good." He said, his hot breath tickling my neck.

"Harry I-"

"Just let me try" he said, not letting me finish talking.

He propped himself above me, dipping his head down to leave kisses on my cheeks. I giggled at his soft ticklish kisses.

I hooked my arms around his neck, gently pulling him down for a real kiss. He tugged lightly on my bottom lip with his teeth.

I felt nervous about how exactly Harry was going to make me feel good, I want my first time to be special, but Harry is really special so it doesn't matter, as long as its with him.

Harry tugged on the hem of my shirt, pulling it off and throwing it blindly to a place in the room. He unclipped my bra from the back, and threw it to join the shirt.

He gently massaged each breast, I rolled my head back in pleasure. He chuckled quietly.

He hooked his fingers in the waist band of my shorts and pulled them down past my ankles.

He trailed his lips up my thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses on the inside of my thigh. He stopped at my entrance and started kissing my tummy, causing me to giggle.

"Hello?" Zayns voice echoed from the lounge, Harry and I just froze, praying he wouldn't come in.

"OH MY GOD" he yelled when he saw us on the bed. I tried my best to cover myself up and grab my top, but I just fell off the bed. I didn't get back up, I just laid on the floor where Zayn couldn't see me.

"Uh hi?" Harry said awkwardly.

"Mate learn to lock the door, Simon was going to come check on you but I figured incase something like THIS was going on, I should probably see it not him." Zayn said.

I mumbled a curse as I realised I didn't lock the hotel room door.

"uh ill just say you're not feeling well" he stuttered before he stumbled out of the room.

"That was embarrassing" I muttered, still laying on the floor. He peaked his head over the side of the bed, his dimples prominent as he smiled in amusement.

He held his hand out and helped me climb back on the bed.

He continued to shower me with kisses and affection, slowly trailing down to my black lacy knickers. Lou picked them out, I think she had a feeling that we were going to do something like this.

He took the top of the knickers in his teeth, tugging them down off my legs.

"You shaved" Harry commented, making me flush a bright red colour. "Cute" he added. I only shave when I wear lace knickers, I don't like having a fucking bush stick out of such pretty lace.

Harry brought his lips up to my entrance, and flicked his tongue in and out, I gasped in surprise. He continued doing this, I couldn't stay still is was writhing and tugging at the sheets while Harry held my hips, trying to keep me still.

I couldn't control it anymore, I lost control of holding it in. I let my fluids go, Harry smiled at his achievement.

Wow.