Warm. Pleasant warmth that spreads through my whole body. Tranquility. The sun's rays will gradually penetrate into the room filling it with light. I feel someone's hands wrapped around my waist. It's so nice. I open my eyes and quietly turn. The guy who saved me yesterday sleeping peacefully next to me. He was so serene. His features are soft, without anxiety. I so want to touch his face, tangled in his hair. I don't know where start these feelings because I don't know him. I reach my hand to him and gently touch his face. My fingers touch his cheek and then I touch his attractive lips. He bites his lower lip and his hands stronger ring is compressed around me. He buries his nose in my neck. God, it's so nice and I feel so relaxed now. My hands fall on his shoulders and I'm succumbing to this feeling. I hug in return. His breath tickled my neck. All over my body runs shiver. I feel comfortable to lie with a stranger who saved me yesterday. My angel. Slowly I fall asleep.
I don't know how long we slept but I open my eyes because I feeling his eyes on me. He looks straight into my eyes. They radiate warmth and tenderness.
- Hi, - he says. God! His voice. So sensual and husky. Again shivers ran through my body. We still lay hugging each other.
- Hi, - I whisper and blushes.
- How did you sleep? - He asks.
- Excellent. How are you? - I look at him from under my lashes. And I notice that there is no t-shirts on him. How had I not noticed this before? His body was pressed tightly to me. All my senses were to the limit. It's so amazing to feel the warmth of his body. I absorb this heat every cell of my body. Pleasant languor spreads throughout my body, concentrating in the abdomen. God! What is he doing with me?
- I'm fine, thank you, - he still whispers.
His hand moves to my face and gently tucks a strand of stray hair behind my ear. Smiling appears on my face. I bite my lower lip and looked at him. He looks at me intently like he trying to catch my every move.
- Are you hungry? - He asks suddenly.
- Hmm, I guess I did not refuse to have breakfast.
- To be more precise it will be lunch. Now three o'clock in the afternoon. We slept all day, - he says and smiles at me. Again. I feel a pleasant languor in the abdomen.
- Three hours? Wow! - I say. Well, today is Saturday and I don't need to be anywhere else.
We are still lying on the bed hugging.
- Perhaps this will sound strange but it seems I should introduce myself. I'm Harry, - he says sheepishly. Again this charming smile.
- I'm Valeri. Nice to meet you, Harry, - I smile at him shyly.
- Valeri. What a beautiful name, - he says.
Suddenly the silence of this idyll violates my stomach rumbling. God, how embarrassing it is.
- You're not just hungry, you're probably starving.
I feel that Harry opens his arms and lifted off the bed and holding me his hand. I'm frozen. Not only from the fact that I lost the heat but also from the fact that I can't look away from his divine body. He is so beautiful in the sunlight. He has broad shoulders and narrow hips. His flat stomach, his press with relief cubes. I just wanted to touch him. And his hands. Oh ... Then I notice a playful smile on his face and I'm embarrassed, blushing again. God! How much can I blush? I put my hand in his and climb out of bed. And just now I notice that I am not in a dress. I'm in his shirt and pants. He had changed me? The image of him and how he undressed me while I'm sedated arises in my mind. I immediately embarrassed. As if could read my mind, Harry lifting my face and looking into my eyes and that he says:
- Don't worry. I don't thing about this stuff. Just changed your clothes. This is much comfortable, isn't it? - He asks.
- Yes, - I replied shyly and fascinated look in his eyes.
They tighten. There is something special. He again removes stray lock of my hair and runs his knuckles on my cheek. From this seemingly insignificant movement, I'm burning'. Again this pulling sensation in my stomach. What is he doing with me? Gosh…
He takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen. Along the way I look around. I understand it is flat. Big flat. And apparently, we are on the second floor because the stairs in front of us and we come close to it. When we went down, I saw a large and bright living room. Soft pile carpet beckons me. I see the fire, and opposite it a huge semicircular sofa. Close to the TV and I see a Play Station and few joysticks. Here we are in the kitchen. It is in bright colors, like the whole flat. Harry stopped and turned to me sharply.
- What do you want? - He asks.
- To be honest, I would not refuse from pancakes. - I say.
- Okay. Sit down while I cook.
- You're going to cook pancakes? - I asked.
- Yes, I love to cook. Learned when I lived with my mother and sister.
- Oh, that's how it - I said, smiling at him, and sat down on a chair in the middle of the kitchen island.
I'm starting to see how he prepares. He still shirtless and it's a bit distracting. Harry stands back to me and stirs the batter for pancakes. I look at his muscular back. God, he is well built. My eyes wander over his back, slowly sinking down. And then he turns around and sees my interested gaze. I instantly blush. He caught me in the act. Harry smiled at me again, winks and back to cooking. After 20 minutes, the pancakes were ready. They are already in front of us on the plates, covered with delicious maple syrup.
- Tea or coffee? - He asked, putting the mug next to the plates.
- Tea, please - I answer him.
He throws the bags in the cup and pours boiling water. Harry gets milk from the fridge and pours in two cups. I continue to watch him.
- Oh, sorry. I guess you don't drink milk, - Harry rattled.
- It's okay. I love tea with milk. - I smile at him and he sends me a smile in response.
I'll go crazy from his delightfully charming dimples when he smiles. We have breakfast in silence because both hungry after yesterday. Stress exhausted organisms. When the meal was over, Harry collected the plates and put them in the dishwasher.
- What are your plans for today? - Suddenly he asks.
- No plans - I am very interested. What does he want? I get up from chair and stared at him.
- So tell me ... - he suddenly stopped, stood up around the desk and stood directly in front of me. -Would you like to spend a day with me?
I was pleasantly surprised. Here I'm standing next to him and understand how high Harry. I breathe him in the chest. My eyes stay on his muscles and my breath quickens. Suddenly I feel his hand on my chin. It again raises my face and looks into my eyes. Again, I'm drowning in his eyes. The atmosphere between us is suddenly tense. Breathing became harder, as if the air around us is hot. His breathing quickened, too. I can't look away from him and he can't look away from me. Suddenly in his eyes slip something barely perceptible and I can't understand what it is. Harry moves away from me for a short distance.
- I'm sorry - he whispers apologetically. His gaze wanders around the kitchen.
- It's okay - I say and smile at him.
I was a little upset. I walk over to him and put my hand on his cheek and turn his face to me. I looked into his eyes, trying to make him understand that it's ok.
- So you haven't answered my question. You want to spend the day with me?
- I want.
- You probably want to take a shower? Come, I'll show you where it is.
He takes my hand and leads him. We climb to the second floor. Here we go again in his bedroom. He gives me a towel, and I go to the bathroom. Warm jets envelop my body. I relax. Take from the shelf shower gel. It smells so good. I squeeze a little on my hand and rub the body. After I found a shampoo with aloe and washed my head. Happy and fresh I'm out of the shower. Wiping my hair and wrapped a towel around my body. I go into the bedroom only in a towel. In the bedroom there wasn't Harry and I decided to look around. I walked over to his desk. On the shelves next to the table was a bunch of different images. One of them Harry was with his family. Another image, from some show, there were Harry and four guys. They seemed so familiar. I've seen them somewhere. And then I get it. Harry. He is one of the popular British bands. Wow. I'm shocked. I stand and gaze his awards that hang over the table and don't hear the sound of the opening door. I feel eyes on me and slowly turned around. In the doorway stands Harry. His eyes wander over my body. And then I remember that I was standing in a towel. Small droplets of water running down my body. I catch his eye. His eyes darkened and I break out. Blush and look away but I find the strength to look into his eyes. He slowly walks over to me and put out his hand to tuck a stray strand of my wet hair behind her ear. He licks his lips and looks at mine. I'm drawn to him. I want to taste his seductive lips. He slowly brings his face close to mine and very gently touched my lips. This kiss like the wings of butterflies such as light and weightless. It's like he asks permission. I'm inflamed and I answer him. Kiss takes a different color. It becomes deeper, saturated, weaving here range of sensations. Our breathing quickens and soon both of us do not get enough air, and we break a kiss.
- I'm sorry but you're so beautiful ... especially in this towel. You shouldn't have to go out from bathroom like this, - he whispers to me.
- It's okay, don't apologize, - my cheeks glow from blush. - There is only a small problem. I have nothing to wear.
- This is not a problem - he says. - I have something for you.
It departs from me, opens his huge closet and begins to dig in it. Fishes out a small t-shirt and denim breeches and gives them to me.
- With shoes can be a problem. What's your shoe size?
- 38, - I answer.
- Hmm, wait, I think there was something ... - He says and leaves the bedroom.
A few minutes later he returned with white Converse sneakers and gives them to me and smiling.
- This is Eleanor, Louis's girlfriend. I hope you don't mind?
- No, I love this brand. - I say and going to the bathroom to change. A few minutes later I go out all dressed up. Clothing came to me in size, as shoes.
- Thank you - I say a little embarrassing.
- You look great. Well, now it's my turn to go into the shower. I will be quickly. Until I don't come back you can look better, - he says and goes to the bathroom.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and take my purse. I got out of there my phone and see four missed calls from Sumer. I'll call back later. Checking my emails and not finding anything worthwhile, I put the phone back and get up from the bed. My view attracts guitar that stands in the far corner of the room. I carefully remove it from the stand and sit on the floor. I have not held it in my hands. Usually every evening I played guitar, but gradually, due to lack of time and fatigue, I had no time. I wanted to play one of my favorite songs. Somewhere Only We Know. Chords were simple, so I started to play. While I was singing, I haven't noticed that in the doorway stands Harry and look at me with surprise and interest and listen to me. I finished singing and heard quiet applause. I jumped from the floor and nearly knocked the guitar on the wall.
- Wow! You have a posh voice. And you play the guitar. I'm pleasantly surprised, - he said coming up to me.
- Thanks, but I'm not so good. Out of practice, - I say, and again crimson.
- No, really, you sound amazing. You bugged out? - Harry asks.
- No. I thought about it, but I knew that I will not pass, - I say and put the guitar back on the stand.
- In vain, you have all the chances. - He tells me and smiling. - Okay, you ready?
- For what? - I asked curiously.
- To spend the day with me.
- Oh, yes, of course. What are our plans? - I ask.
- Well for starters, I suggest a trip to the park. What do you say? - Harry asks.
- I don't mind. - I replied.
- Then let's go. It's five o'clock in the evening.
He takes my hand and drags. We go down to the first floor and head to the door leading to the garage. Harry opens it, and I could not help breaking an exclamation of astonishment.
- Wow! Wow, how many cars you have! - I say, considering his collection of cars.
- Yes, they are not so much. Choose on what are we going? - He tells me.
Before me is Audi R8, Range Rover Sport, white Porsche and red car brand which I don't know.
- Oh, I would not mind a ride out on that - I say, pointing my hand at Audi.
- My favorite - said Harry, taking the keys from a hook on the wall. - Please.
He opens the door and invites me to sit down. I feel a little uncomfortable when I sit in this car. She has a very low suspension. Not like my car. I have enough common among girls machine. Mini Cooper. All my relatives gave it to me for my 20th birthday. I was very happy. Closing the door behind me, Harry circled the car and sat on the seat next to me, pressing the remote control gate. While the gates were raised, Harry started the car and turned on the radio, but that it does not stop us from talking.
- Well, let's go? - He asked with a smile.
- Come on! – I scream.
My mood right from the start to the morning was just wonderful and only improved throughout the day. And this sudden kiss. Oh my God! Again, I feel an indescribable feeling in the abdomen, when I think of a kiss. Goose bumps all over my body. As we drove, I looked at the area where Harry lives. Wow, I tell you. This is the most prestigious district in London. Wow! I did not expect. Although knowing who Harry, now I'm not surprised. I decided to tell him that I know him. I did not want to keep secrets from him.
- Harry, I'll have something to say - I say, looking at the fingers of my hands, which were linked to the castle. - I know who you are or rather I know that you're the Harry Styles. One of the popular British band. But it doesn't change my attitude to you. Believe ... - at the end of my monologue, I turn to a whisper.
- Don't worry I don't think you like all the fans. More precisely, I do not think you're a fan. You're not like the others. Back in the club, I drew attention to you. You're sitting on the sidelines until we were surrounded by a bunch of fans. You sat quietly and sipped cocktails. I wanted to come to you but didn't dare and then I saw you walk away with that guy and suspected something was wrong when he closed the door behind him and looked around so active.
While Harry said my excitement receded replaced by surprise.
- Really? - I asked, looking at him.
- Sincerely. So don't even think about it, - said Harry. – Well tell me about yourself. What do you do? Where do you study?
- I don't know what to tell you - I say sheepishly.
- What are your hobbies? - Harry asked, stopping at traffic lights.
- I'm dancing. Dance since I was 3 years old. I also love music, just can't live without it. I also love cars. Don't look at me like that! I really love them. When I lived with my parents my dad and I always repaired my car together. A couple of times I even fingered engine. So I'm certainly not an ordinary girl, - I said, and laughed, watching the reaction of Harry. He was obviously shocked.
- Wow, it means that if we stop along the way, we have a first-class mechanic sitting here? - Jokingly asked Harry.
- Do not clown around, - I said, gently patting his shoulder.
- Where do you study? - He asked.
- I am a student at the University of Technology. The programmer.
Apparently Harry was so surprised that his eyes off the road and he stared at me.
- You're kidding right? Rapier cars, singing, playing guitar, dancing, and now you're a programmer into the bargain?
To say that Harry was surprised, it means silent at all.
- Harry, look at the road! - I screamed when we other cars start beeping us. – There is nothing special. So there is nothing to be surprised. Girl as a girl, - I said, blushing again.
I turned to the window. And then noticed that the car reduces speed and we are coming to the gate of the park. A security guard came up to us.
- Good afternoon, Harry. How are you? - He asks him.
- Thank you Stan, everything is fine, how are you?
- All is still. My daughter went to university. You as always come from the back door? - Asks Stan.
- Yes, if you please.
- No problem, I'll tell guys on the radio that you came. You are without guys today? - Stan asks, looking at me. I fidgeted uncomfortably in the seat.
- Yes, Stan. This is Valeri. She is with me today.
- Whatever you say. Enjoy your vacation, - he says and moves away from the car.
Harry pulls away from the main entrance, and we go, skirting the entire park, apparently going to the service entrance.
- You always walk into the back door? - I ask.
- Yeah, I'm with the guys, when we go to the park, always do. This strict order of our bosses and managers - he says.
Here we are at the service entrance.
- Harry Styles? - Asks a man in uniform.
- Yes, it's me.
- Go through, sir.
Barrier rises and we drive to the park. Parked the car, Harry quickly goes out and opens the door for me. I gladly accept his help. Putting the car on the alarm, and still holding my hand, Harry went to the attractions. How many years living in London and I couldn't normally go to the park. I was not happy at the prospect of ride on children's carousel. I can't ride on cool amusement because of age and my growth. And mom and dad are always worried about me. So today, I had plenty of opportunities.
Three hours later, tired and hungry, but wildly happy, Harry and I parked at some restaurant. Sitting down at the table, I began to study the menu. A few minutes later, the waiter took our order, and all we could do was wait for dinner.
- How do you like park? - Harry asks. He sits in front, leaning back in his chair, and frankly treats me.
- It was wonderful, Harry, thank you very much. Everything was wonderful, - I answered him. I'm a little embarrassed by the fact that he so frankly staring at me.
- Harry, stops looking at me like that.
- How? - He asks innocently.
- Like that - I say and look away, looking for a waiter.
Fifteen minutes later we eat gobbling up both cheeks. God! I haven't been so hungry. When the meal was over and we were about to leave, Harry's phone rang.
- Yes, I listen to - he said in a serious tone. - Yeah, I know, I will soon.
He put the phone back into his jeans pocket and looked at me.
- Here is the deal. I urgently need to meet with the guys and the manager, something about the concerts, so ...
- Yes, I understand. I'll call a taxi, don't worry, - not letting him finish, I blurt out.
- No, silly. I want to take you with me, - he says, with a mysterious smile on his lips and looks expectantly at me.
- Oh, and I thought ... It will be okay?
- No problem, Valeri, - he assures me. - Then I'll take you home if you don't mind.
- Well, then, let's go, - I get up from the table and heading for the door. On the way to the door, Harry overtakes me and like a true gentleman, opens the door for me.
- Madam, - he says.
- Sir, - I answered him, supporting the game.
He smiles from ear to ear as a child. We're driving in the evening London. What could be better? Hundreds of fires are burning around. The street has become noticeably fewer cars that don't hamper movement and light fresh breeze blows through the open car window. I lean back in the seat and close my eyes. Bliss. While I'm lying Harry leads Audi on the road and often looking at me. I open my eyes feeling his eyes on me.
- Watch the road, Harry - I gently whisper to him
- Look at you much more pleasant, but if you insist, - he says to me, smiling like a Cheshire cat, and turns his attention to the road.
Soon, we are coming to some building. Somewhere in the center. I'm getting out of the car and stop behind the door which leading to this high rise building.
- Harry, I feel uncomfortable. Maybe I'd better wait for you in the car? - I ask.
- Don't even think about it! Come on, don't worry. Guys don't do anything to you just like everyone else. If you feel discomfort you can wait in the lounge. Ok?
- It will suit me - I say and I go after him.
While we wait for the elevator two girls join us.
- Oh, Harry! Hi, how are you? - Asks one of them. Blonde with brown eyes. Looks like a model. She looks at him eagerly.
- Thanks Leila, all is well - he says rather dryly.
- Who is it with you here? - She asks.
Her gaze appreciatively iterates me. I obviously do not like her. Suddenly I feel that Harry takes my hand and intertwines our fingers. It calms me.
- This is Valerie. She's with me, - he says and hugs me around my waist, pulling me closer to him. By surprise I quietly bump into him and for a more sustainable position put my hand on his chest. She sees all these small touches and in her eyes flashing jealousy.
- I see, - she says and bullet flies out of the elevator on her floor. We go further. Still clinging to each other. Under my hand I felt his heartbeat. It is frequent and I wonder what caused his excitement?
- Don't pay attention to her, - Harry whispers to me.
- It's okay - I assure him.
- She just likes me but she's not my type. I quite politely let her know it but she didn't calm down. So I stopped paying attention to her and that what I advise to you.
- Then who is your type? - I ask.
- You.
That's so. Simply and without pretense. "You are." I'm thunderstruck.
- I? - I asked him in a whisper. I did not expect that he would say that.
- Yes, you are. I like you, Valerie. Next to you I feel happy and carefree. And I'm glad. Although we've only know each other for one day.
I stand and look into his eyes. So nice to hear that. His words caress my ear. I stand and smile, looking at the floor elevator. After a couple of seconds before us the elevator doors opened. Harry again takes my hand and we go at the dimly lit corridor. He opens the door for me, and we find ourselves in a small, but very cozy room. On the far wall is a huge plasma and Xbox One. On the contrary there is a sofa and on either side of him two armchairs. On my right side I see mountain of stuff, apparently it's the letter of fans because I see the mark. On the walls are a bunch of pictures of guys with their performances or activities. Not far from the couch is a table, which is full of goodies. And on top of all of this in a room a lot of musical instruments.
- This is our recreation room. Be comfortable here. I'll be soon. You will not be bored here? - Harry asks.
- No. I'll find what to do so go and don't worry.
Harry leans toward me and quickly smacking my lips. He immediately turns and leaves, closing the door behind him. I stand in the middle of the room like a fool. I was bursting with happiness. I decided to look around. While I considered all the photos I'm a little hungry. Came to the table with the food, I took a couple of apple and yogurt. Perhaps for a bite is enough. It took only 30 minutes and I'm already missed him. Strange because we know each other just a little but we are so drawn to each other. Inexplicable but true. I sat on the sofa, lost in memories of today and did not notice how slowly begin to fall asleep. The day was wonderful, but I'm too tired in the park. Has been almost ten o'clock. Don't know how long I slept here and but I was awakened by a gentle touch of someone's hand. I felt the breath on my face.