Everything was so glamorous in the celebrity world. Every night there was something going on, whether it was seeing a play, going to a club, or in this case, crashing an after party for an awards show that we didn't go to. Now, as you probably know by this point, I'm a good girl. The only time I've ever drank was Louis Tomlinson's fault. I've never smoked, never had sex, and up until now, I've never crashed a party. Come to think of it, the worst I'd ever done was sneaking out in the middle of the night- to walk through the park. Yes, I was that girl. So this whole crazy celebrity thing was going to take some real getting used to.

And as much fun as this party was, with it's high class drinks, glossy celebrities, and fancy decorations, I couldn't quite enjoy myself as much as I would have liked. Every time I looked at Harry, I saw the lie from the interview. What was wrong with me? I knew he had to lie. Hell, I'd said the same thing earlier today! It just looked so easy for him... And I knew the kind of guy Harry was. At least, I thought I did. Before I really met him, he had that reputation of being a ladies man, a player, a charming sex god who knows just what to say.

But that wasn't the Harry I knew. The Harry I knew was a tad on the naughty side, yes, but he was sweet. He cared, he was romantic, and he had good intentions. That's my Harry. The real Harry. Right? Or was that the act he put on for all his 'girlfriends?' I had to know.

"Harry?" I tapped his shoulder a few times. He wore a gray suit with a red tie, and he looked absolutely stunning.

"Yeah, babe? What's up?"

"I know this isn't the best time, but I need to ask you something. It's been bothering me."

"I knew something was off with you. What's going on?"

"Your interview today."

"What about it?"

"We're not dating."

"Not in public."

"But..." I stepped closer to him, looking around to make sure nobody was looking, and whispered quietly into his ear, "Are we really dating?"

"You know the answer to that, Gaby. Come on, what are you thinking? Just be honest. I'm here for you." He promised me, his mouth arching in a small, caring smile.

"You lied so easily. As if I didn't mean anything to you." I admitted, my voice still hushed. He was quiet for a few minutes, his perfect pink lips parted just slightly. That is, until he lightly grasped my wrist and pulled me away from the noisy crowd that had piled onto the glowing dance floor.

"Gaby." He said my name in a husky tone, his accent making it sound so beautiful. "Look around. Look at all these people. Sure, there's tons of pretty girls here. But I'm not with them, am I? I'm standing here with you. I'm holding your hand." He explained, his fingers intertwining with mine, "Because you're who I'm with. No other girl shines like you do, Gaby. So let go of your insecurities and come dance with me."

I laughed quietly, touched by his small speech. My heartbeat was a tad off from the way he affected me. I suddenly felt silly for thinking anything other than the truth. I couldn't take the smile off of my face as he twirled me in a circle, pulling me onto the dance floor.

He pulled my body against his own strong, never ending torso. His hands steadily found their way around me and rested themselves on my hips, swaying me along with him.

"We're not supposed to be this close right now, Harry..." I reminded him as a small warning, though I didn't want him to stop, "We're going to get in trouble..."

"Shh," He whispered, "Just get lost in it. Just dance with me." And so I did. But with each song, the tempo increased slightly, making it harder and harder to keep up with the fast changing beat of the music.

The temperature in the room increased too as more crowds of people danced. Harry moved his hand slowly to cover mine. I watched as he led it farther down his chest. He laughed as my hand shook with nerves.

"Just go with it." He assured me, "Just close your eyes, relax, and go with it." Before I obeyed and closed my eyes, I watched his head turn in either direction, checking for an audience before pressing his lips against my forehead.

Once again, his hands found my hips, but this time, he moved them against his own, creating a type of friction. I played along, in the best way I could without feeling uncomfortable, and giggled, just letting myself have some fun.

"I can feel the music moving right through you." His mouth was at my ear again, his voice seductive and tempting, "And I know you want me, Gaby. You might not know it, but I do. I'll wait as long as you need me to."

I felt a blush run over my cheeks. His words and confidence had the most exhilarating effect on me. Rather than giving a verbal response, I rolled my body against his once more.

"Remember the first time I saw you? I knew right then that you'd be mine." With that, he kissed my cheek. If I didn't know any better, I'd have guessed that my heart jumped right out of my chest.