When Samantha James becomes One Direction's personal assistant, she gets more than she bargains for. Falling for Harry Styles is one of them. But things aren't always easy or beautiful, because Sam has secrets--dark ones, and she'll do anything to h...
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Harry Styles Out and About in NYC
Less than a month before One Direction's 'On the Road Again' tour kicks off in Sydney, Australia, Harry Styles was spotted in New York City with a fresh new face going to Starbucks. You can view the pictures here. The one question everyone is asking: who is this girl? Fans went to twitter so say they've never seen the black-haired beauty before. While some are assuming it's a girlfriend, others are leaning towards a new assistant. We'll update you when we find out.
I rolled my eyes. Of course this would be the first thing I would see when I logged onto Twitter during the flight to England. Scrolling through tweets attached to the link, fans conspired together to come up with theories as to who I was. Some were cruel, but it was expected. I closed out of the app and leaned back in my seat, glancing over at Harry who was turned away from me.
Okay, so I almost kissed him. When I saw him with Lux, something set off inside of me. He was so nice and gentle with her, coaxing her to go back to sleep. His face when he looked at her made my chest tighten, and when he was looking at me, I couldn't help myself. Thank God the pilot interfered. Sleeping with him was a mistake.
Maybe it wasn't. My heart and my head were battling. I secretly hoped that these two weeks in England would change something in us. I wanted to get to know Harry. I slept with him before I even had a full conversation with him. Granted we were both drunk, but I've felt a connection with him since that night. That's what I felt in my heart.
My head, on the other hand, was telling me that this was my job. It was my job to assist this band and get them anything they wanted. I wasn't supposed to sleep with them or have love affairs with them. It felt so unprofessional, and I told him that, but his eyes told me that he didn't care.
I ended up dozing off, having dreams of the angel and the devil arguing.
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We landed in London eight and a half hours later. My Los Angeles side of me was telling me that it was only five in the morning, while my New York City side was telling me it was almost nine. In England, however, it was one in the afternoon. My entire body was confused.
The only people taking pictures of us in the airport were fans and just a couple of paparazzi. They weren't as abundant as they were in New York City, thank God, but that could change over the next couple of weeks.
All the boys gave Niall a hug before one security officer led him to the gate for his second flight to Ireland. The rest of us made our way to our separate cars, Harry giving me a discreet wink as I got into the car behind him.
The drive to Harry's house—or should I say modern mansion—wasn't too long. He lived in Northern London in a white house, which was plain on the outside. It resembled a bright white villa with huge windows facing out towards his garden and the London skyline. It was surrounded by a brick wall with an intercom system gate, and it was the biggest house I'd stayed in in my twenty-one years of life.
