Harry's POV

"So your coffee shop girl, Harry, you confirmed as being just a fan?" The radio station asked. Over the phone interviews were always nice. Somehow it was less pressure.

"She was just a fan, yeah, but we've actually talked a few times since then."

"Oh, have you? This is new information. How is she?"

"She's really good. She might be joining us in New York next week."

"Why is that? Is there something going on with the two of you?"

"We're just friends, really. She's coming as a chaperone to her friend, Taylor."

"I'm not understanding. Why is Taylor going?"

"Zayn? Do you want to answer this one?" I smirked, leaning over to hand him the phone, and glad to be off the hook. Taylor had skipped school, unlike Gaby, and was seated comfortably on the couch, cuddled up to Zayn.

"Oh, can I answer?" She smiled. I could admit, she was very pretty. But Gaby was prettier, and so much more my type. Gaby was down to earth, less... teengirlish, and had the old fashion beauty that I adored so much.

"Go for it, babe." Zayn passed her the phone. Here we go, the big announcement. Hopefully she handled hate well. Girls like her usually did.

"Hi!" She spoke into the phone. "This is Taylor!"

"Oh, uh, it's nice to have you with us, Taylor. So, what's the deal with you and Zayn?"

"We're dating. Officially. As of yesterday. It was really sweet the way it happened. I was just at home, doing my normal thing, when he knocked on the door. I answered, and he just kissed me! Just like that! And I've been head over heels for him ever since!" She giggled. For a newbie, she seemed to do unusually well with the interview. She gave away just enough information to keep things interesting, but not so much as to where it's overinvolved. Management would be proud.

"Wow. That's big. Good for you, Taylor."

"Thanks! Here he is." She passed the phone on to her new boyfriend.

I took my attention away from the conversation and on to my cell phone, my heart skipping a beat when I noticed a new message from Gaby.

'Algebra is so boring. I should've skipped with Taylor.'

And with that simple message, I was off. Liam even gave me a nod to signal that he would cover for me if I was needed again. I didn't think that would happen though since I took up the first five minutes and radio calls didn't last long.

I pulled up my hood before leaving our hotel room, tucking my curls behind the fabric so I wouldn't be recognized as long as I kept my head down.

Luckily when I arrived at her school, the halls were empty aside from a few kids walking around with what I assumed was a hall pass. With the help of multiple signs pointing me in different directions I found the office and walked through the door.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up Gaby Macary." I told the woman who was sitting at the front desk. Judging by her shocked expression, I assumed she knew who I was.

"My daughter loves you!" were the first words out of her mouth, as she passed me a piece of paper. "Will you sign this for her? Her name is Mary." She smiled hopefully.

"Sure thing, if you release Gaby." I smirked, grabbing a pen from the box. When I saw her starting to type numbers into the phone, I began scrawling my name across the blank page.

"Hi, Mr. Martin. Will you send Gaby Macary down for dismissal? Thank you." She pressed the phone back on the hook as I handed her my signature. "She's on her way. Thank you so much, Mary will be ecstatic."

"No problem! Tell her we all say thanks for all her support."

About two minutes later, Gaby walked into the small office, a very confused look on her face. Though when her eyes met mine, her confusion turned into happiness and she jumped toward me. I easily caught her in my arms and spun her around in a small circle. The second I felt her presence, the world got ten times brighter.

As I set her feet back on the ground it suddenly it occurred to me that we weren't supposed to go public yet, so I restrained myself from kissing her forehead or grabbing her hand.

"Where are we going?" She asked while we walked out of the school.

"Anywhere you want." I answered, causing her to giggle- a sound that'd come to be my favourite over the past few days.

It was hard for us to come up with somewhere where I wouldn't be recognized so we ended up just settling on the hotel. We sat by the pool, and I tried my best not to gawk at her wearing just a bikini.

"You know what's funny?" I thought out loud. She looked over at me, the sunlight sparkling off her eyes; which at the moment were mostly green with just specks of blue near the middle. "In reality, I've only known for a couple days. But I feel like I've known you forever."

"How's that?" She wondered, turning to face me now, and tucking one of her legs underneath her, leaving the other dangling in the crystal blue water.

"I know your favourite colour is blue because it's what you usually wear. I know your favourite movie is Little Manhattan because it's what's in your DVD player. I know your favourite song is Somebody That I Used To Know because it's always what's playing on your iPod. And I know your favourite subject is English because you don't text me as often in that class."

"You just pay attention." She smiled shyly, her cheeks turning a light pink as she looked down at the pattern the sun made on the small waves against the pool floor. I quickly glanced around to make sure no one was looking before placing my hand on her heated cheek and tilting her head to look up at me.

"You're even more beautiful when you blush." I told her, and quickly pressed my lips to hers. Gaby did something different to me. I wasn't usually so... cliche and stupid. I mean, I knew what girls liked, and sure, I worked my magic whenever I got the chance. But with her, I just had to tell her everything I thought about her. I had to tell her because I knew it would make her smile. When she smiled, nothing could go wrong.

"Harry..." She whispered when she pulled away, lightly hitting my chest. "We're going to be seen. We're not supposed to be dating, remember?"

"I don't care." I shrugged, leaning toward her again. I just loved the way her lips felt moving on mine. There was something so right about it, and the tingle it left lingering in both of us.

"I do. I don't want you to get in trouble because of me. Let's just play up this best friend thing, okay? I don't want your management to hate me, otherwise we'll never be able to be a couple."

"Fine." I sighed. I hated that she was right. She dipped her hand in the pool, throwing water at me.

"Don't be all pouty!" She laughed, splashing me again. I returned the favour and her little sneak attack turned into a full out water war. That is, until she stood from the edge of the pool, preparing herself to run toward where our towels were laid on the beach chairs.

"Hey!" The lifeguard yelled at us. "No running!" His whistle blew when I ran after Gaby, circling my arms around her and trying not to get distracted by the softness of her skin.

I spun her around and jumped into the glittering blue waves, holding her tight in my arms. Once we were submerged in the water, we both opened our eyes to see each other, along with the millions of tiny bubbles scattered around us. We smiled in unison and- hidden under the water- she willingly returned the kiss I'd given her earlier.

After a minute, we rose to the surface, both of us laughing as the lifeguard yelled at us to leave.