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Lucys POV

I wake up wrapped around Harry, his soft smooth skin pressing against mine, our faces inches apart. He truly is handsome. Handsome in a disney prince kind of way. Almost too handsome. I snap myself out of the thoughts and roll away from him reminding myself that hes my friend - hes a top pop star - he can have any woman in the world and he's definitely never going to be interested in me.

I get out of bed and put on my bathrobe but wake him in the process.

"Morning" he says cutely as he stretches. His tattood chest flexing as he does. I blush a little and quickly head to the bathroom to calm myself down. Shit. I need to get a grip.

"Put the kettle on" i shout as i scurry around to get dressed but almost die of shock when i return to find him in the kitchen in his boxer shorts making coffee, his tattood torso and arms looking every bit perfect. His bum pert and perfect. He tuens to ask me a question and i see the front. He's so hot.

"Tea or coffee?" He asks.

"Lucy tea or coffee" he asks again snapping me out of my daze.

"Ummm.... tea. And harry.... are we really going to L.A?" I ask excitedly, thinking how amaxing its going to be to go to America with him.

"Yeh on wednesday" he smiles as he makes the drinks.

"Im the luckiest girl alive" i tell him as i walk over and take my tea from him.

"Nahhh, youre pretty damn unlucky actually" he jokes rwferring to everything he knows about my life.

"Ive got Harry Styles in his boxers making me a cup of tea in a 5* hotel whilst telling me hes taking me to L.A to stay in a mansion" i say before i realise how bad that sounds. Ive just given myself away. Hes gonna know i like him now.

"Oh!" He replies smirking. "so just for the record can you clarify that you like Harry Styles in his boxers making you tea?" He asks cheekily

"Harry Im female...." i laugh as i confirm his presumption.

"Interesting" he says as he walks towards me and kisses me on the forehead.

I blush and find an excuse to get away from him before i embarrass myself further.

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Wednesday

The security guys managed to get me to my house and get my posessions. Andy wasnt there so there was no confrontation. I got my clothes and my jewellry, my photo albuns and bits id kept from when i was a kid and basically anything that meant anything to me. I left him with everything else. Sofas and tvs could be replaced. I wasnt bothered. I packed a case for america and took everything else to my parents house. Id sort out somewhere to live when i returned. My parents werent half as upset as id expected at the breakdown of my marriage but to be honest i dont think my dad had ever been Andy's number 1 fan. He always said it was too much too young and that i hadnt lived my own life. I guess he was right. Id never had any time to find out who i was but now it was all changing. Now i was going to Los Angeles for eleven weeks. My parents were happy for me and told me to use the time away to find myself and recover from the horrors id been through this last week.

My dad drove me to the airport where i met the boys in a private departure lounge. It was very posh and luxurious.
"You ready to see the other side of life?" Asked niall and i squeeled excitedly in reply.
"Just bare in mind this isnt normality to us either - were not used to all of this - we never had lives like this before the band" warned liam as we boarded the aircraft and i gasped in awe at the private jet.
"Now this is what i call an airplane" i giggled as i took a seat and fastened my seatbelt taking hold of Harrys hand.
"Thank you" i whispered sincerely
"For what?" He asked
"For being the best friend ive ever had" i whispered and i seen the delight in his eyes as i said it.
"You deserve it" he said as he squeezed my hand tightly.

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Harrys pov
"This place is rediculous" lucy said as she wondered around the mansion.
"Its like mtv cribs" she giggled. She was right though. Thats exactly what it was like.

"You can have first pick of the bedrooms" i tell her "weve all stayed here before so were not bothered, all the rooms are nice anyway" i add her as she runs up the huge central staircase and into the first of seven bedrooms.

"Omg stunning" she says as she runs from room to room, before finally hitting the room i knew she'd choose. It was all white & cream with fairylights around the bedpost and a canopy above the bed. The furniture was all white including a hollywood style vanity table complete with light up mirror.
"Oh its like a princess room" she said as she hugged me.
"Can i have this one please?" She asked
"Of course - take it! its yours" i tell her as she jumps onto the huge bed.
"Is this actually real life for some people?" she asked and i sat beside her
"Yeh - this is real life. This is how you deserve real life to be" i said looking at the stupidly huge smile on her face.
"I'll never have this" she laughed.
The truth was she could have this life. She deserved all of this more than anyone id ever met. She'd never take it all for granted. I decided then and there that i was going to move heaven and earth to give her this life.... whatever it took. Seeing her smiling like that was the only thing i wanted - id do anything it took to see her smile like that everyday - i was going to give her this life - she just didnt know it yet.

"Never say never lucy. I never thought this would be my life but it is" i said as i got up and wondered down the hallway to choose a room for myself.

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One week later - lucy's pov.

L.A was beyond everything id dreamed of. It was incredible. We'd already written three new songs in just a week. We'd hung out by the pool, had barbeques, chilled and laughed loads. Id even seen movie stars whilst out shopping. I was happier than id ever been in my life which made me feel guilty given it was only two and a half weeks since id seperated from my husband. I should be devostated but im not. They boys are so amazing and Harry is the best friend i could wish for. I didnt need a shitty verbally abusive marriage afterall! I just needed good friends.

Sat by the pool writing lyrics with Harry he took my hand.

"Let me take you out tonight" he said and i wrote down what he said.

"No lucy. I mean you. Im talking to you. Let me take you out tonight" he said again. I couldnt answer. Was he serious?

"Youve never been on a date. Let me take you on one" he said sweetly.

"What? Do you mean like a friend date?" I asked but he shook his head

"No. Like A date-date. I like you" he said. "Let me take you out, wine & dine you. Afterall you like me in my boxer shorts - you told me" he said as i blushed and laughed.

"But.... but why would you want to take me out? Is this a pity thing?" I ask worried

"No lucy. Its an 'I like you thing' and ive been waiting over a week to ask you. I wanted to give you a chance to feel better but now i think you do. So for the third and final time - Please can i take you out tonight" he asked and i nodded in disbelief.
Id just been asked out on a date for the first time in my life - age 25 by Harry Styles. Holy shit.

We went back to writing like the conversation had never taken place and nothing had changed between us but inside i had butterflies. I really liked him. Really liked him. And now it seemed he liked me too.

"Right thats it for today my heads had enough" he said as he put his pen down.
"I'll pick you up at 7pm. From your room. Which is next door to my room. Oh the effort is too much" he joked.