Harry’s POV
The boys and I had just gotten done with our concert and there were only a few fans left to meet. The one at the end of the line had caught my eye the moment I saw her. I don’t know what her name was, or really anything about her, all I knew what that the way her curled chocolate brown hair melted down onto her shoulders and settled on top of her chest was driving me absolutely insane. The way she stood there looking nervous, innocent, and most of all excited. Her black shirt fitting perfectly to her skinny, and obviously toned, body along with the short-white shorts showing off her perfectly tanned legs. It all was nearly enough to make a man like myself, run to her lifting her into my arms and taking her to my hotel room and never EVER let her leave. But something was stopping me, I don’t know what it was about her but it made me want to get to know who she was before taking the innocence she had and making it mine forever.
Before I knew it this beautiful girl was standing in front of me blushing like crazy as Liam said something to me about how staring at her won’t make her want to come see us ever again in concert. When I looked into her eyes I knew tonight was going to end very well, for both of us.
Chayne’s POV
I began to feel as if I was being stared at nearly an hour ago but I just couldn’t figure out who it was. When I reached the front of the line, Liam pointed out that Harry had been staring at me for quite some time making my face flush a bright shade of pink. Harry looked in my eyes and I couldn’t help but begin to feel heat rush all the way through my body settling between my legs. I could not count the number of times I had imagined him being there, his soft curls brushing my forehead while he stared into my eyes slowly pushing himself inside me. I heard Niall begin to laugh and I snapped out of my trance only to notice Harry giving me his signature cheeky smirk.
“What was your name again love?” The lovely Cheshire voice said reaching for my hand to pull me onto the meet and greet picture platform.
I slowly took his hand and immediately I felt my entire body respond in a way that I had never felt before. My heart began to beat quickly and my palms began to sweat. I was nervous. Harry Styles, the man of my dreams, was holding my hand. I mean sure, it was just so he could take me to get my picture taken, but the way he was holding it I wasn’t sure he’d ever let go and I knew I didn’t want him to.
“Chayne,” I responded timidly, “my name is Chayne.” I looked up to see Harry smiling at me.
“Well I prefer calling you beautiful, seeing as that is what you are.” Harry responded sounding quite ‘posh’.
I blushed. “uhh.. th-thank you” I managed to stutter, sure that my cheeks were the brightest shade of red possible.
“Alright so how would you like your picture with us love?” Niall’s strong Irish accent rang through my ears.
“Umm, just like this I guess,” I responded gesturing to Harry still holding my hand.
As the photographer put everyone into the perfect place and started counting down from three, I felt a soft set of lips press gently onto my cheek causing me to open my eyes wide in surprise.
Harry’s POV
“Alright guys that’s the last one for the night, go back to the hotel and get a good night’s sleep, you have to be at your iHeart radio interview with Nathan Fast tomorrow at 9 AM.” Our manager rambled on about some other things involving our plans for the next day but I knew that Paul would just end up telling me on our way to the interview. “Alright, I will see you all tomorrow and remember you need to be well rested.” Finally he was done and I turned to see Chayne still standing next to me smiling and still holding my hand.
