I yawned, covering my mouth with one hand and using the other to close my laptop. The university library was silent; the perfect place to get some sleep after my shoot with Hollister had ran late last night.

A pile of books were slammed down next to me on the desk, breaking the silence, while a cup of coffee was placed in front of me.

"Mocha, your favourite." My best friend, Maxine, slid into the seat next to me, opening one of her books.

"Can't I just sleep?" I asked, folding my arms on the desk and resting my head on them.

"Whichever one ends up with you refreshed and ready for the party tonight."

I groaned. "Maxie, you know I'm normally all for a party, but I was out late last night and…"

She cut me off. "Yes, you were working. I know. But Harry told me to come and bring a friend."

I shrugged, so she continued.

"Come on. Harry. As in Harry Styles, who can introduce us to possibly cute famous future boyfriends."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't need a cute, famous boyfriend. I need to sleep and get some study done."

She nodded her head, taking a sip of my discarded coffee. "So it starts at eight. I recommend wearing something tight."

I groaned in response, letting my head fall back onto my arms, my hair falling over my face.

"Ellie! Eleanor, open up!"

I sprinted to the door, opening it before running back to my room and resuming the raid of my closet that I had been in the middle of when Maxie arrived.

Maxie stood in the doorway, taking in my slightly wavy hair, low-key make-up and the fact that I was only wearing underwear.

"I see why you're an underwear model, Ellie."

I rolled my eyes. "I have no idea what to wear. Help me."

She smiled, digging through my closet and pulling out the tight, long-sleeved black dress that I had forgotten my sister, Brody, had given back to me. "It's classic, and it makes you look like pure sex."

I laughed, considering it. "Well, I'm going to need some amazing shoes then."

Maxie grinned. "Those we have."

After another ten minutes of getting ready, I locked the door behind me as Maxie linked her arm through mine.

Realising that we were walking there, I reconsidered my towering black heels, but Maxie pulled me along, oblivious to my shoe dilemma.

It was only a fifteen minute walk to the party, and thankfully my shoes weren't actually that uncomfortable, and quite easy to walk in.

Maxie knocked on the door, flipping her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder.

A tall guy with red hair opened the door. "Hey, you're Harry's girls?"

Maxie smiled and nodded, walking inside.

"I'm Ed" the red-haired guy still standing at the door said to me, offering me his hand.

I smiled, taking it. "Eleanor."

"So do you actually know Harry or are have you just been dragged along by your friend?"

I laughed. "Dragged along by my friend."

He smiled. "So what else would you be doing tonight?"

"Sleeping" I admitted. "Or studying."

We had been walking as we talked, and had found ourselves at the bar. He handed me a drink, taking a sip of his. "Studying? Where do you go?"

"Manchester. But I spend a lot of time in London, and do my work online."

He nodded. "So what's in London?"

I shrugged. "Work, what else?"

He smirked. "What do you work as, a model?"

I grinned. "Pretty much, actually."

He laughed. "Your looks gave it away."

I blushed. "Thanks."

"So who do you model for?"

I took a sip of my drink. "Hollister, mostly."

He raised an eyebrow. "Ooh, underwear."

I laughed, taking another sip of my drink.

"Who've you kidnapped now, Weasley?"

Ed laughed, looking at me. "This is Harry Styles. Harry, this is…"

Before he could finish, Maxie came up to me. "Ellie, there you are!"

Recognition crossed Harry's face. "Oh, so you're Maxie's friend, Eleanor?"

I nodded. "That's me."

Ed nudged me, winking. "Yes, Eleanor here spends a lot of time in London modeling for Hollister when she's not studying hard at Manchester University" he spoke in an infomercial voice, making Maxie and I both giggle.

Harry looked at me. "Really? You should hang out with me and the guys when you're in London."

I smiled, nodding. "Yeah, that'd be cool."

"Here, I'll give you my number so you can text me when you're there." He reached for my arm, taking a spare pen from the bar and writing his number on the back of my hand.

He gave me the pen, offering me his arm. I laughed, writing down my number and name. "Now, Harry, don't go giving this to anyone else."

He smiled, saluting me and stealing Ed's drink.