"Well, what's your name?" He asked me, but before I had the chance to answer he called someone over in my silence and asked them to go get us an ice pack for my knee. "Sorry about before," he apologized, " I'm Harry." He smiled at me again, showing off his dimples. His warm arms circled around me and his large hands supported me. One was on my waist and the other on the small of my back. He helped me limp to over to the couch. "Let's rest up that knee before the show, shall we?" He suggested as we sat down.

" No, no it's fine. Really, it doesn't hurt at all." I tried lamely to assure him I was fine by trying to get up, but lost my balance due to the sharp pain my knee emitted. " Ugh," I moaned instinctively as I fell back onto the couch and clutched my knee. I forgot Harry was there and quickly looked up at Harry and smiled reassuringly when I saw how worried he was about me. "I'm Ally," I managed to get out and laughed as I stuck out my hand for him to shake. He laughed as he shook it, smiling at me. God I'm so awkward. Even with pop stars I never fail to embarrass my self. I might have imagined this next part, but I'm pretty sure he lingered holding on to my hand before letting it go slowly when Louis came over and sat down next to him on the couch.

"Aw, you alright babe?" Louis asked us both with a kind smile, he was both concerned and amused at the same time.

"Yeah I'll manage. Thanks." I trailed off. I looked at Harry who was on his phone, again.

Louis laughed, " You're Instagraming this mate?"

I was so confused and before I knew it, Harry stood up was taking a picture of me and Louis was pulling a frown and pointing at my knee. "... Uh" I stammered, blushing from the attention. I quickly looked down at my knee and began re-adjusting my ice pack to not look awkward anymore.

" Oh, sorry!" Harry began. He put his phone down on the table in front of us and sat down again. "You've got to admit, this is a really funny first way to greet a fan," Harry laughed, smiling at me. " Okay now pout!" He quickly grabbed his phone again and began an attempt at a photo shoot before I could protest. I knew he was a flirt and make me feel better, but this really was unexpected.

"Ally?! Are you okay?" Alyx gasped when she saw me on the couch.

" Yeah! I'm great. I mean, I'm in really good hands," I stumbled awkwardly over my words as I looked at Harry and he smiled. He caught my eyes and looked down really quickly. I'm pretty sure he just blushed. Does Harry Styles even blush anymore? I thought he got off on this sort of stuff. Boosts his ego and what not.

"Let's get a picture for Twitter!" Niall yelled as he jumped up to join the now crowded couch and grabbed his phone. He ran over to where the crowd was now forming around me. " Of Harry and his victim only, please."

This caused the crowd to disburse. Alyx went a corner in the room to go talk with Louis, Zyan and Liam without complaint. Harry moved closer to me for the picture. He put one arm comfortably around my shoulders to support me and I leaned into him instinctively as if we did this all the time. He put his other hand protectively over the icepack on my injured knee. This gesture caused me to blush like crazy, and I had to look at him and smile. He was smiling at Niall for something. Oh wait, a picture. Crap. The flash went off and I looked at Niall for his comment on how it turned out.

"Posted!." He just smiled and walked off to join the others. "I'll send it to you later mate," he called over his shoulder at Harry.

Harry turned to me and I realized I was blushing from how close we were to each other. My thoughts were running wild. I was within kissing distance of Harry Styles. This caused me to blush even more, and I looked down. I was sitting really close to a boy. Not just any boy, Harry fucking Styles. I looked up at him and then he realized we hadn't moved yet.