It was a week since I'd spoken to Jules or any of 1D, and during that week Jules and Zayn had gone public. I realized that Zayn and mine's kiss meant absolutely nothing and that we never had to talk about it again. Kind of like the kiss between Jules and Louis.

Jules hadn't responded to my texts in the entire week. And I don't get why she's still so angry. I didn't do anything wrong. And she even said she would forget about it and pretend that it never happened. This was stupid. It's not like the girl had much to complain about the 1D fandom had welcomed her with open arms and she barely got hate. Once again I hated that twat for being so likeable.

That week had been hell for me. I couldn't get Harry off of my mind and I really wanted to see him. But he hadn't spoken to me nor had he acknowledged my existence. I watched an interview with the boys in it and I was crushed. The boys were asked if they had made any new friends on their time off and Harry was the first to jump in and name off a bunch of irrelevant people that I didn't know of. Not once was I mentioned. That hurt. Did he not remember how he ran into me? Did he not remember how I helped him in the club? I thought we were friends. I guess I was wrong. I decided not to let it get to me. I wasn't going to stay here and wait; I was going to fix this myself. And I knew that if I was going to make any progress and get near to Harry again I had to start by fixing things with Jules.

I got to her hotel at around noon and asked the front desk to call her room. No answer. Then I tried going upstairs and knocking on her door. No answer. I tried it for Zayn's room as well; still nothing. I decided that there was no point in me leaving. I was going to stay here and wait; they'd have to come back eventually…right?

When I woke up I had no idea where in the world I was. The last thing I remember is waiting for Jules outside in the hall and now I'm waking up in a random hotel room. I looked at the alarm clock. 8:30p.m. Oh god! I'd been asleep for eight and a half hours. I immediately got up trying to figure out who's room I was in. There is no way I paid for my own room. Just as I stood up the door of the bathroom opened.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty!" rang a familiar voice…

Harry.

"Oh! Harry! Hi… um when did I get in here? What happened?"

"Oh well… the boys and I got back from lunch around 1:30 and we were surprised to see you passed out camped in front of J's room. But she wasn't with us so we couldn't put you in her room, so Liam and I carried you into my room since it was the next closest one. You sleep like a rock by the way, because I'm pretty sure Liam bashed your head against the wall a couple times." Harry explained.

"Oh my god... I'm so embarrassed! I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have had to do that. I really appreciate it though.``

``Don`t even worry about it, `` He said sitting on the opposite side of the bed. He lay back slanted, resting on his left elbow. He tilted his head upwards looking towards me. I was sitting on the opposite side on the bed on the edge with my back partially towards him.

``So um Audrey about the other night… I never really thanked you for taking care and putting up with me, I know when I drink I can become a bit of a hassle…`` He said apologetically

``A bit?" I said jokingly

"Aha…right a huge hassle." He said grinning

"I guess were even now though…" I said to him with a smile. My attempt to smile cutely probably ended up with me looking like a mass murderer. Creepy. Oh well, it was worth a try.

"Right. Well now that you're awake why don't you come join us all in Liam and Niall's room were playing Taboo. J's idea. That girl has some messed up ways of describing things but she's really good." Harry said jokingly.

I agreed with him and what happened next had my head spinning for the entire night. I stood up and straightened my shirt which without my knowledge had been showing half of my bra. I started walking around the bed to get to the bathroom to fix myself up a bit but as soon as I got halfway Harry met me in the middle. He walked closer to me slowly. Breathing slowly he reached for my hand, and pulled me in close to him.

"Too fast! Too fast!" I thought to myself making a joke about a girl that went to my high school who thought holding hands was way too much physical contact for two people of the opposite gender.

I stood in Harry's warm grip staring up into his amazing green eyes. He looked down towards me and without any words he slowly pressed his amazingly soft lips onto mine.

Sparks flew. Well at least it felt like it. This was nothing like my kiss with Zayn. This was different, this was real and not for revenge.

Harry pulled away and looked at me and smiled his amazing pearly smile.

"Shall we go then?" He said happily

I nodded and without even stopping in the bathroom to check to see how I looked we headed to Liam and Niall's room. If I looked good enough for Harry to kiss me then I looked good enough to see everyone else.