Hey, guys! I'm really sorry that I haven't written in so long. I was on vacation for a while, then I had writers block, and some family things going on. I'm really going to try to start updating all my stories at least once a week. That's my new goal. Please, don't hate me. I really love you all so much! Thanks for reading! But if you leave a review, I'll love you even more... Just saying.

I stood beside Taylor as she scrolled through her Twitter feed. It was crazy how fast things were moving for her. Sure, some people knew who I was- Harry's new female friend. Dating rumors were inevitable, but obviously he denied everything.

Taylor though, on the other hand, had practically become a celebrity. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, but she was kind of like the Kardashians now- famous and super popular for doing absolutely nothing. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. She was gorgeous, dating Zayn Malik, and in no way did she try to go unnoticed. Even before all the fame, Taylor went out just to be seen.

I have to give her credit though, I thought. I could never handle it. I could never handle the hate, the pressure, the lack of privacy. And with that, I laughed a little. SIlly me, I will have to handle it eventually. That knowledge scared me, to be honest. Taylor gets hate all the time, the only difference is that she doesn't let it bother her. But I'm not like her in that way. I don't necessarily care what people think of me, but I care when people hate me- especially without reason. And once everyone finds out Harry and I had been keeping it a secret for so long? We've both practically been lying to his fans for a month.

Zayn sat on the other side of Taylor, his arm wrapped around her so she was cuddled against his side. They must had already made up from their morning fight. Since they'd started dating, they'd been in 3 fights, which made me glad Harry and I hadn't had one.

Looking around the room, everything had become somewhat comfortable. It no longer felt like I was hanging out with famous celebrities. We were all friends. I wondered how it must be for Abbey, who wasn't much of a fan before she met Niall.

"Hey!" Harry made me jump when he unexpectedly grabbed my hips from behind.

"Harry!" I spun quickly, and the panic of being scared faded when I saw his familiar face. "You scared me."

"That was the idea, babe." He winked. "Come for a drive with me."

"A drive? Where are we going?" Paul had finally decided to rent the boys two cars for their stay, but they had to share between the five of them.

"Nowhere. I just want to get out of the hotel for awhile. We've been stuck here all day." He shrugged, the expression on his face telling me that it was a normal things for the boys to do.

"Sure, I'll go." I promised, looking around for shoes that would go with this outfit. Everything we used daily was kind of just thrown about- shoes, keys, wallets, purses, phones, and iPods popped up in the most random places.

"Here," Harry kicked my Toms with painted flowers from under the couch, "These ones are your favorite, right? They match your shirt." He smiled, obviously proud of his observation. I laughed and nodded my head in agreement.

"Yeah," I slid my feet into them as we walked out the door, "Good call."

"Speaking of, you look cute." He said. Harry's compliments always came often, but they were never forced. You could tell by how he said them, he genuinely was just letting me know his thoughts.

I slammed the door shut as I sat myself comfortably in the soft seat of the car. The inside of the vehicle had an atmosphere of calm and quiet compared to the frantic New York streets.

He headed to some nearby suburbs where driving wasn't defined as 'sitting in a line of 400 cars all trying to get around the block,' which, if you've never been to Times Square, was how things worked.

"Where in the world are we, Harry?" I finally decided to ask. "Is this even New York anymore?" I teased. We hadn't really been driving for very long, only about 20 something minutes, but the boys constantly made fun of Harry for his lack of direction. I'd quickly learned to catch onto their jokes and pranks.

"We're, uhm..." He looked around at his surroundings. We were on a completely empty road, with mostly only trees insight beside a few scattered houses. "We're here, obviously. I know exactly where we are."

"Right, I'm sure you do." I winked as I turned on the radio, flipping through stations.

"Wait, go back, I like that song." He directed casually, not taking his deep green eyes off the road he was speeding down. Harry was a reckless driver, currently breaking 40 in a 25 mph zone. At first it freaked me out, but I'd gotten used to it at this point. He was reckless, yes, but safe. Always safe.

I did as he said and turned a station back, listening to the beat to see if I recognized it.

"This one?" I asked, making sure I had the station right.

"Yeah, I'm sure you know it too. Just wait for the words."

"Oh!" I recognized the lyrics of Golden Slumbers playing from the speakers around us. "The Beatles. Nice-" I was interrupted by Harry's singing voice cutting me off.

"-to get back homewaaaard!" He sang loudly and unexpectedly as he turned up the volume, making me laugh.

I turned to watch his mouth move to the lyrics. Everything about him was beautiful, to be honest. The way his dimples slightly accented his cheeks, even when he wasn't smiling. The way his curly hair framed his face. Even his lips and expressions were perfect. How could he be so hot but so adorable at the same time? His voice was undoubtedly my favorite sound in the entire world. I don't know how to put it into words, but every time I heard it, it changed the way my heart was beating.

At the chorus, I joined him, singing the same words in harmony to his alto. As we sang, he looked over at me a few times, catching me midstare. But he'd smile back, and continue singing without hesitation. The extent of that song may have been the best one minute and forty three seconds of my life. I felt like I was in a movie.

"I like you a lot." He told me blatantly after the song ended as he twisted the knob to turn down the blaring volume, "I really do." His sweet comment almost made me laugh.

"I've more than liked you for the last two years of my life. You have no idea." I informed him. I recognized that we'd gotten back to the middle of the city as the building and lights suddenly came to life around us.

"Really?" He smirked, eyeing something behind me, out the window. I turned to see what had caught his attention. A couple people with professional cameras stood on the sidewalk, hitting each other and pointing to the car, or rather, the people in it. I placed my palm on my head, immediately nervous. "So you like me a lot too, yeah?" He kept talking.

"Yeah..." My voice was wary because his tone obviously indicated an idea. Which was probably a bad thing, considering the paparazzi were building up.

"Why don't we test the waters then...?" He leaned a little closer to me, whispering, and not paying attention to the road now that we were sat still behind a crowd of other vehicles.

"What are you talking about?"

"Kiss me." His words were so simple and intriguing. It was hard to not act on them.

"Harry, come on. They're right there. We'll get in trouble." Everyone already talked about us enough as it was, always wondering if we were more than just friends. As much as they'd like, or not like, to think so, nobody had proof toward anything. Not yet.

"They're going to find out eventually. Let's just see what happens. There's been pictures of me kissing girls before and nobody assumed we were dating. It'll be fine."

"You've been seen with those girls once. You're seen with me all the time." I got a vague flashback of the pictures that had leaked of Harry and some blonde girl a few months back. I was so jealous. Who'd have thought I would end up here?

"So? You're my girlfriend."

"Shh!" I scolded him, even though nobody could hear us in the safety of the enclosed Volvo.

"Please? I want to kiss you. The windows are tinted anyway."

"Cameras can see through that easily."

"If you don't kiss me, I'm going to kiss you."

"Harry..." I warned, though I knew it was a lost cause. I wanted to kiss him just as much. "I just don't want to get in trouble..."

"You won't. I will." He smiled happily, "And it'll be worth it." He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, and the perfect sensation made me close my eyes, so I couldn't see the flashing of cameras that I'm sure followed.

By the time we got home, the pictures were already out. Somehow. I was positive the paparazzi had superpowers. Although, we were held up in rush hour traffic for over an hour.

I was alerted of the dilemma the second I walked through the door.

"Gaby!" Taylor jumped up from her chair, "What is this? Are you guys crazy?" She walked quickly to me, never looking up from her phone until she held the screen too close to my face. I pulled it back slightly so I could see.

It was, as expected, the image of Harry and I kissing in the sleek silver car.

"Scandalous!" Taylor raved.

"Oh, please. Don't even talk about it." I walked into the kitchen, still looking at the photo that I was now holding in my hand.

"Nobody has said anything bad, I promise."

"Really?" I was genuinely surprised.

"Sorta... Some jealous girls, but..."

I rolled my eyes at her lie and slid the white, cased phone across the counter as I opened the fridge for a water bottle.

"Come on, Gabs. You two are adorable together."

"Agreed." Abbey voiced from her bar stool, leaned over the island in the middle of the oversized room.

"Yeah, but I just don't want everyone mad at me."

"Nobody is mad at you." Harry explained, walking through the doors finally. "Lou and management are mad at me."

"Already?" I faced him. "That didn't take long."

"I've already successfully stopped the fans from being rude to you, I swear." He seemed accomplished and happy, despite the current situation. He didn't seem to care.

"Yeah. Right."

"Really! Management made me tweet that we aren't dating... again. You're still in the friend zone." He winked, obviously oblivious to how much his fans approval meant to me.