I woke up feeling relieved that yesterday was over with but also excited for the day ahead of me. I don't know why but today just had a different feel to it, maybe it was because I had met everyone?

Turning to look at the clock beside me I decided to get up, it was 8 O'clock so it was pretty early-ish, anyway I wasn't exactly sure about what time the rest of the contestants got up. After getting a

shower and going through my 'morning rituals' in the bathroom I headed back to my room to get ready. I only used minimal make-up so It didn't take me long to do and I decided just to touch up my

natural curls with curlers so I could spend my time deciding what to wear. I finally decided on blue, ripped skinny jeans, an oversized jumper and scruff boots. When I was ready I went downstairs to

get some water, I didn't tend to really eat breakfast, I guessed not everybody was up because of most of the bedroom doors being shut plus it was silent, so I supposed I'd be on my own for a while.

I'd just reached the bottom of the stairs when I heard sighing coming from the kitchen, I decided I'd go and see who it was, as I peered around the corner I saw Harry searching through all the doors

and cupboards, once again in his boxers, does this boy ever get dressed? I walked in slowly to be careful not to startle him as he hadn't realised I was in there get. It was only when I pulled out a

kitchen chair that he turned around and jumped slightly.

'Sorry, did I scare you?' I smirked,

'Erm, n-no, I just didn't expect anyone to be down here is all, what are you doing up this early anyway?' He replied mirroring my smirk, still leaning against the kitchen work surfaces.

'It's not early, It's quarter past 9' I stated raising an eyebrow laughing slightly,

'Oh, guess I've been down here for longer than I realised' he squinted his eyes, and put his hand to his head,

'You alright? What were you looking for?' I questioned,

'Yeah, I've just got a head-ache and I was looking for paracetamol but I can't find any' He replied going back to looking in the cupboards, while he was doing so I realised there was a box of

paracetamol next to the sink, I went and got them, so I could pass them to him, he was sitting down in my place now with his head in his hands.

'Here' I smiled down at him, taking the seat opposite, he didn't say anything just smiled back, took them from me.

'You know, I feel like I recognise you from somewhere' I said looking intently at him trying to figure it out.

'I couldn't say the same for you' he smiled, 'I don't think I've ever met someone like you before' he laughed,

'and how is that funny?' I quizzed, trying not to grin,

'it's not, it's just... I don't think I've ever seen a girl as beautiful as you are,' he smiled his dimply smile,'or as nice' he added, holding up the paracetamol box grinning now.

'Thank you' I said quietly, I didn't exactly know what to say, he didn't say anything back he just looked at me, smiling slightly but not quite completely. I looked back and it was then his smile grew

bigger and I was pretty sure that mine matched. I never realised how quiet it actually was until Louis ran downstairs.

'Good-morning people!' he shouted in a sing-song voice,

'God, Louis, Shut the fuck up. Fucking prick.' Harry grumbled grabbing his head again as Louis strolled into the kitchen.

'Oh I'm sorry Hazza, does you have a temperature' Louis whispered in a baby voice scrunching up Harry's curls and rubbing his forehead. I couldn't help but laugh at that, which of course earned me a

glare from Harry and a wink from Louis. Even though I was still laughing slightly I mouthed sorry to Harry when Louis had gone to make some toast, he just laughed back and shrugged it off.

'Toast m'lady?' Louis wandered towards me holding out a plate,

'No I'm good thanks' food in the morning made me seriously ill, I'm not sure why, and with that Louis took his toast and ran, literally ran, to his room making sure to make as much noise possible along

the way. Everyone was getting up now, you could hear shuffling and talking upstairs but it was still only me and Harry downstairs, to be honest it was getting awkward.

'I'm going to go upstairs, I'll see you later' I said, standing up and edging away from the table,

'alright, I'm going to go and get dressed anyway' he smiled. I'm not sure what it was about him, but even just when he smiled I felt like kissing him senseless, it was probably the dimples, yeah.

Once I was back in my room, I grabbed my phone and saw I had 2 missed calls, clicking on the list it showed they were from Tara, I completely forgot that I said I'd call her a 10, it was now half past.

Searching her number in my contacts I quickly pressed call and literally within 2 rings she had answered:

'Charl!'

'Just deafen me yeah?'

'Don't exaggerate, so how are things in the hizz house?'

'Why am I friends with you? And alright so far...'

'Because I take pity on losers and any hot guys, spill the bizz!'

'Once again, talk like a normal person you retard and there's a few, I can think of one that you'd like, his name's Zayn'

'Ahhh! Is he sexy, chick when can I come round?'

'No he's a complete tramp, what do you think? Tonight? I don't think anything is happening so you can come and meet everyone'

'Ok honeybee, see you about 7-ish, love you'

'love you too T'

I could always count on her to cheer me up, what ever the time or day, I don't even know what I'd do if we weren't best friends. I hadn't even realised I was laughing at our conversation until Harry

had appeared,

'What's so funny?' he grinned,

'Just my friend' I put it bluntly, I had to find a way to stop feeling attracted to this guy even if it meant being rude,

'I just came to give you this, you left it in the bathroom' he held out my make-up bag,

'thanks' and he walked out. Urgh Charlotte, why are you such a bitch? I could never be horrible to someone who didn't deserve it, I had too much of a conscience. Just as I was about to go and

apologize Bex popped her head through the door,

'Y'alright chicken? Just asking if you want anything, me and Gen are going the shops'

'No I'm fine but, erm, is Harry in is room?'

'I think they just went out to rehearsals' she smiled,

'Do you have is number then, I need to ask him something?'

She nodded and prompted for me to hand her my phone, she typed in a number and handed in back,

'In a bit then' she laughed and walked out. I decided to text harry because I wanted to apologize,

I'm sorry if I was rude before, it wasn't intentional :) Charl x

I hated when people abbreviated their words, it was one of my pet hates, I genuinely hoped we were alright, I think it'd be a shame if we didn't talk he seemed... different. It had only been about 3

minutes and the light on my blackberry started flashing red.

It's fine :) how did you get my number stalker? ;) x

I giggled slightly, thank god no one was around, and thought of how easy he was to talk, well text.

Bex gave it me, I'm happy we're good :) x

It felt like as soon as I'd sent it, he'd text back,

Hmm sure ;) rehearsals are nearly finished, do you want to go somewhere with me after? :) x

I immediately text back,

Sure x

And that one text left a big smile on my face, what was happening?

It had been roughly half an hour after mine and Harry's texting session and I could hear the cars pulling up with the contestants bounding through the doors, I hadn't got changed for going out but I

had tied my hair up and put a bandanna in, it looked quite nice actually, for a change. I was unplugging my phone from charging when I was grabbed from behind, of course making me scream. I heard

laughing and I was put down and saw Harry grinning at me,

'You douche!' I shouted, half laughing, half serious, trying to stare him down, he glanced up at me, now sitting on my bed and pulled me down onto his knee, still looking in my eyes he moved his head

closer and turned slightly to whisper in my ear.

'Lets go'

I was seriously speechless, what just happened? He pulled me up holding my wrist and headed out the door, I could hear him going down the stairs, so I took these few seconds to compose my self. I

look in the mirror and I looked alright, not completely red like I had expected. Grabbing my phone and bag I heard harry shouting at the bottom of the stairs,

'Charlotte! I'm leaving, I don't care if you're with me, but that was kind of the point!'

I stood at the top of the stairs and raised one eyebrow at him,

'I don't have to come you know' being sarcastic, not realising how my plan could completely backfire on me.

'Alright' he laughed and walked out. Oh, my, god, any need?

I ran downstairs quickly expecting him to be at the end of the path but when I got outside he was gone,

'You didn't really think I'd go on my own did you?' I could feel his warm breath hitting the back of my neck, spinning round Harry was leaning against the door-frame smirking down at me. Instead of

answering his question I just carried on walking, I didn't realise how close next to me he was until I felt our hands touch slightly, which shocked me so I looked at him closely, it didn't seem to phase

him in the slightest and he just carried on walking. I didn't think he'd even noticed until I felt him grab my hand, I smiled up at him whilst he just showed of his dimples yet again.

'Lets play a game?' I suggested feeling the atmosphere getting a bit heavier.

'Sure' he mocked my answer from our texts,

'20 questions?' I looked at him and he motioned for me to go first, 'Hmm, What's your full name?'

He laughed slightly before answering,

'Harry Edward Styles, same question to you' he smiled

'Charlotte Rose Cowell' I liked my name, I thought it suited me, obviously so did Harry as he said

'suits you' whilst grinning.

'Ok lets see, are you single and do you like anyone?'

'That's 2 questions' He stated while smirking,

'Alright smart ass, are you single?'

'yes, you?'

'mhm, answer the second part' I pushed him and realised we'd stopped walking,

'I guess I do, what about you?'

'get your own questions' I started laughing and walked off slightly feeling awkward in case I gave it away that I wanted to marry him, or you know, kiss him, either suits me.

'avoiding my question? Something to hide miss Cowell?' he'd caught up to me and winked

'No, and I'm not sure if I like anyone' I stated, it was true. To a certain extent I suppose.

'You're not sure? It's not hard' he laughed

'Yeah, I don't know him well enough'

'Tell me about him'

'I'd rather not' I cringed slightly, not visibly but mentally,

'what about if I tell you who I like?'

'I may consider it Mr Styles, who?' I smirked up at him, he moved in closer so our fronts were pressed against each other, looking down at me he glanced in my eyes and said one word that made me

feel a million emotions at once.

'You.'