Life is a funny thing. It's weird how things change from one second to the next. I honestly never expected to be kissing Harry. The funny thing was, I didn't want to stop. His soft lips molded to mine and it made me feel like we were the only two people in the world. I could hear the music that was blasting in the club; I could hear the chants of the crowd as the music changed into a favorite.
But, it was only me and him. Nothing else seemed to matter. He pressed himself closer to me and I ran my fingers through his curly locks.
I didn't want this moment to end, but then we heard giggles and high heels and we pulled apart.
There were two girls coming down the hallway. They glued their eyes to Harry as they passed but he was only looking at one thing; me.
When the girls left, he grabbed my hand.
"Why don't we get out of here? I think your parents will start a search party if you aren't home soon." He laughed.
I nodded and we started to leave the club. As soon as we stepped outside, there were camera flashes.
I honestly didn't know how the guys dealed with this all of the time. It would've drove me nuts.
Harry grabbed my hand and walked me to his car.
"That was intense." I told him as he drove away.
"Happens all of the time unfortunately. I would be surprised if those photos weren't on the Internet by the time I bring you home." He smirked.
"That's just what I need. To be on the front page of The Sun with my hair looking absolutely dreadful." I laughed.
"You're still beautiful." He kissed my hand and I smiled. He always knew the right things to say.
I looked out of the window and noticed we were going the opposite direction of my house, "Styles, you know my house is that way right?" I pointed my thumb behind me.
"I know, but I want to show you something first." He said and I wondered what was going in his head.
"Harry, I don't think my parents would appreciate me getting kidnapped by a guy in a boy band." I joked.
He rolled his eyes, "If you were to get kidnapped the kidnapper would get tired of your jokes and bring your ass back."
I gasped, "What a rude thing to say!" I couldn't help but laugh at how true it was.
"I just want to bring you somewhere that I know you haven't been just yet. How could you live in London and not have gone sightseeing yet?" He questioned.
I looked over at him and smiled, "A certain guy has been keeping me busy." He frowned, "Do I have to beat this guy up?"
"I don't think you could take Zayn. He looks like he would beat you." I joked.
His eyes went wide and I started laughing. "You should've seen your face!"
Harry rolled his eyes at me, "Not funny."
I touched his arm, "I'm sorry you can't handle a joke, Styles."
"I can too." He mumbled. He reminded me then of a child who didn't get their way.
It was probably then that I realized that I cared for him way more than I should. Normal people wouldn't just have feelings so suddenly for another person. I guess I wasn't so normal.
"We have arrived." He told me. I looked up and saw The London Eye.
The lights were breathtaking. I wondered why I didn't go here as soon as I stepped off of the plane.
I had always wanted to go here. "It's so beautiful." I said in awe.
He smiled, "You ready to go on?"
I looked at him,"Aren't they closed or something?"
"There is deffinatley a perk to being Harry Styles."
