Star Struck.

In my attempt to make Harry want me I learned two things. I'm terribly awkward at being sexy, and 'at least you tried, Sia' doesn't make me feel any better. And I started to think that maybe I didn't want a celebrity to want me.

I walked up the stairs in front of him; tripped. Tried to play golf in cute shorts; fell and got dirt on my butt. Went to lounge around the pool with him, fell in. It seemed the harder I tried the more I failed.

Thinking it all over, I leaned on the kitchen table, sighing. "What's wrong?" Harry asked, biting into an apple. I smiled at him, but really I was just completely bummed out. "C'mon, you've seen me this week. The dirt butt, falling in the pool, falling on the stairs...I'm just...clumsy."

Harry didn't laugh or anything though, he just shrugged. "So; it's cute." Harry called me cute again. I gave him a yeah-right look and shrugged. "What's on the schedule today?" The beach, shopping, riding bikes, golf, lunch.

"Today you become Harry's fake girlfriend." Henry said, sipping his vitamin water and joining us in the kitchen. "And this time I want flirting. Holding hands, hugs, cute little couple things. Harry, you can take her where you want."

He made a face then tossed the core of the apple in the trash. "Why don't we go to a club. Because then people wont know if I kissed her because we were drinking or just partying." Is it bad that we were purposely messing with people?

"Whatever you guys want to do. And then you guys have an interview." Henry said nonchalantly, confusing me. "Together?" It sounded dumb out loud. But I really wasn't sure. "It will be your first interview together. Sia, don't say too much. Let Harry do most of the talking."

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I texted Syd and asked her what to wear. And since she picked out everything, she new exactly what I should wear.

Syd: Wear the black dress with the pick under thing. xxx

Sia: The one named 'Pink in Black'?

Syd: Yeah, that's the one. You'll look great.Have fun, wish I could be there! xxx

The club was massive and very over filled. But Harry took my hand and led me to a little V.I.P section, and we made sure people could see us. Not to mention the paparazzi that saw us outside.

"You look really good." Harry said, looking me over, and this time I was determined not to squirm. "Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself, Haz." I winked, with a flirty smile. And I saw Harry do this little shifty thing. It's working!

"Do you wantto dance?" I asked, pullinghisear toward my mouth so he could hear me over the music. Dancing was theone thing I could do, no thanksto my mother. "Okay." He nodded,sitting the drink in his hand on the table.

I learned that Harry openly admits he can't dance,so I let himbasically stand there while I danced 'sexily' all over him. Until finally I was a little worn out, and we came face to face.

I looked into his eyes, then at hislips, biting mine. And before I knew it his lips were moving in syncwith mine.I was completely engulfed and convinced this was the best thing in the world.Until I saw a bright flash not too faraway from us, which sortof ruined the mood.