"Thanks for last night" Miley says to Joe, her fingers fiddled. Wearing the dress from the previous night, Miley feels dirty. Like she can still feel Liam's hands all over her. Even though it's only 8 in the morning, the sun is still blazing.

Joe gets closer to Miley, his hand resting on her cheek. "I don't mind. You wanna hang tonight? Just me and you?" A smile grew across Miley's face.

"I'd love that" Joe kisses Miley on her lips; just lingering there for a moment and then pulls away. "See you tonight"

Miley took the lift up to her hotel room, far too exhausted to use the stairs. Down there is still on fire. Miley can't believe that the first time she had sex – she got raped. It sickens her. Her parents should be up about now. Opening the hotel door, she spotted everyone sitting at the table, eating cereal. Not one of them looked at her when she entered the room.

"Good morning" Miley says but getting no reply from anyone. Finally giving up, Miley walks to her room and changes her clothes. A black vest top and white shorts. Newcastle colours. Miley doesn't feel like lounging around the pool all day. She grabs her mobile as walks straight back out of the hotel room. Her stomach starts to grumble.

Walking along the street, Miley spies a small little cafe across the road. Dodging the traffic, she swiftly walks across the road.

The cafe is a little bigger inside than what it looks like from the outside. The walls painted an off white colour and a huge clock hangs off one of the walls. It's one of those cafes that you would find in some little old village. Very cosy and welcoming.

"Can I help you?" A soft voice from behind Miley says.

Miley turns around and her breath gets caught in her throat. A boy, who looks around about Miley's age, is stood there. He stood there, smiling at Miley. He's got a dimple in his left cheek which is adorable. He's amazingly hot; Miley thinks. He's a few inches taller than Miley and wearing an apron.

"Ummm...?" Miley gets lost for words.

"Do you want to sit?" He said.

"Are you English?" Miley says, judging from his accent he sounded it.

"Yup. I'm from Cheshire. Are you?"

Miley nods. "I'm from Newcastle though. I'm Miley by the way"

"Harry" He put out his hand and Miley shook it. Harry shows Miley to a table and she sits. "I'll be back with a menu" He says and then walks away. For the past 5 minutes, Miley forgot all about Joe. It's not long before Harry comes back with a menu.

"Our special today is an ice cream sundae. They taste even better since it's not Sunday" He says with a little wink causing Miley to laugh.

"I'll guess I'll have the sundae then"

"You know what it tastes better with"

"What?" Miley can't help but smile.

"A kiss from yours truly" He smiled cheekily.

"Wow, forward much?" Normally Miley would slap someone if they ever said that to her but there is something about Harry that is so intriguing. Harry shouted over to someone telling them Miley wants an ice cream and took a seat opposite her.

"So do you always offer to snog every customer?"

"Pretty much" Harry ran a hand through his amazing curly hair. "No one ever refuses though" He made and unhappy face. Miley shakes her head and smiles.

"How old are you?"

"16. You?"

"Me too"

"You on holiday here?" He starts to drum his fingers on the table.

"Yup. Here for 2 weeks. How about you?"

"I'm working for my uncle this summer. My mum and dad have gone to Africa to help with some charity. So they shipped me here for the summer. Working. No fun. Just hot weather and bad sun burn. And everyone speaks Spanish. It's so hard to understand"

"There's like a million Americans here. And I speak Spanish" Miley says.

"I haven't really been out much..."

"You should totally hang out with us. We're going out tonight, do you wanna come?"

"Sure"

"Do you have a mobile?" Miley and Harry both switch phone numbers. Miley completely forgetting the fact that tonight is supposed to be just her and Joe. But there's something about Harry that she loves.