My face had to be bright red at this point. I could feel the heat radiating off of my cheeks. It didn't matter at this point in time how much foundation, concealer, bronzer, and blush was applied to my face by the cosmetic team because I was sure to have it run off before I even made it to the stage.

He was ruining me, and I had only known him for a month. It was the way he looked at me... longingly. It's like he needed to stare me down. Harry Styles, was running me, and I was allowing it to happen.

"Mollie, you're up!" Dan shouted from behind his large studio camera.

Deep breaths, you can do this. I can do this.

I stepped onto the raised platform as Jimmy Fallon continued to crack up at some joke Harry made nearly two minutes ago. Boy, that guy could sure laugh. But I wasn't laughing. I was sweating like a stuffed pig, apple in the mouth and all. I should be trying my hardest not to look freaking constipated, instead, I worried about what Harry would think.

My fingers were shaking but I blew out a quick breath and wiggled my fingers before gripping the guitar pick once again. Okay, smile I told myself, and then I smiled into the microphone because the camera would scan to me at any second now...

"Here she is, the girl we've been waiting for! Mollie Roark performing her brand new first single..." Jimmy eagerly belted into the microphone. I laughed a little giggle as my band started up performing the song... that I wrote... that was being performed live by myself on late night television. Shit. Don't faint.

-

"Not too shabby, I would say." He whispered into my ear, making the blonde hairs on my arm stand up. I was thankful that we were in my dressing room backstage alone. I didn't need any media footage leaking of the newbie singer with Harry.

"Thanks, my vocals could have been less shaky but I-"

"Oh shush. For your first time performing live on the telly, I would say you did damn bloody good!" Harry smiled as his finger traced my lower lip causing another shiver down my spine. Who taught this boy how to flirt?!

"Thanks, it means a lot."

The smile he gave back lit his eyes up. His beautiful green eyes. I had only known Harry for two months, but I think I was falling in love. Love. Such a strange concept, I have never been in love before. But I can't ever recall a time when my stomach would do nauseating flips just by someone smiling at me. The thought of Harry gave me anxiety. How could this perfect boy want anything to do with ordinary Mollie Roark?

I was your average 22-year-old girl. I grew up in Green Hills, Tennessee just outside downtown Nashville. My father Ben is an accountant, and my mother Kathryn is a middle school art teacher. I lived a normal life. I graduated from Hillsboro High School. The only interesting thing about me up until now was I grew up outside of Nashville, where my love of music flourished.

My brother Spencer is 19 and is currently a student at the University of South Carolina. I never went to college, but I visit him as well as my best friend from high school Annie Keller, who goes to East Carolina University.

Now, you could argue that I live anything but a normal life. I still reside in Green Hills with my parents. But I am more frequently traveling to New York City once a month trying to get my music to be heard. This is how I ended up on Jimmy Fallon. But more importantly, music is what brought me Harry Styles.

"I'm staying at the Gramercy Park Hotel tonight, are you?"

"Yeah right. I'm not international pop sensation Harry Styles."

He blushed a little at my comment. I think he truly forgot sometimes how famous he truly was. Crap, I offended him.

He scratched the back of his neck and bent his neck to look more towards the floor. "I- I didn't mean anything by that. I let my management team book hotels, I truly don't have a preference they just-"

"Harry stop! You don't have to explain anything to me, I was only kidding."

"I know Mollie. You're a true friend."

Shit- wait, what. A true friend? Usually, I would take this as a compliment. It is a nice thing to say. But did I really want my crush calling me "a true friend"? That was friend zone material if I've ever heard of it.

Ignoring my fallen face like a true gentleman, Harry continued on "What hotel are you staying at? Maybe I can come over, we can hang out? Only, if you want to of course."

"I'm at The Hotel at Times Square, and I would really like that. It would be nice to hang out somewhere, more relaxed for once."

"I would like that too."

My iPhone began vibrating in my bag and Harry and I finally averted our eyes from one another before I mumbled a sorry and went over to pick it up.

It read incoming FaceTime from Mom.

I answered the call and saw both my mother and father sitting on the couch in our family room.

"Hello?"

"MOLLIE! Oh my gosh, we watched the whole thing- "

Harry smiled, "I'll leave you to it, I'll text you." Before exiting my dressing room.

"Stayed up late and everything for it. You were just fabulous." My mom continued beaming.

"Good job, Molls." My dad smiled politely.

"Has Spencer or Annie texted you yet? Oh, I bet they are so thrilled to see you on the television. Isn't it wonderful, Benjamin?"

"It's something, dear."

My dad was clearly the calm one out of both of my parents.

"Thanks, mom, thanks dad. Actually, I haven't heard from Spencer or Annie. Probably at some wild college party."

"Mollie! Don't scare me like that. You know I'm constantly worried about your.... Well... not so mature brother." Her face did look really concerned. That was my mother for you. The three of us would pick on her all the time for it. I practically begged her to allow me to travel to New York by myself this time. I felt bad she was using all of her work leave to travel with me, and I was 22 years old, a legal adult.

"Oh relax Kathryn, we all know Spencer can hold his liquor."

SLAP! My mother's dainty hand hit right on my dad's shoulder. My dad just laughed at her and turned back towards the phone. "Mollie, please come home soon and rescue me from this mad woman."

"You guys will miss me when I'm gone!" my mother said flustered and frustrated.

I giggled but saw my manager Jessie walk into the dressing room, "Hey mom and dad thanks for calling, it means a lot. But, Jessie is here so I should probably go."

"Text me when you get to your hotel sweetie." My mother said sternly.

"Don't forget, Molls. Or your mom won't sleep." My dad warned, and he was dead serious.

"I won't. Love you."

"We love you too." They both answered, and then I clicked the end button.

"Hey, Jessie." I smiled as I flopped onto the loveseat and opened a bottle of Core water.

"Nice job out there Mollie. We are in the process of making you a star! Jimmy and his team thought you were fantastic!"

"I'm glad, I was nervous. But I think it went well."

"It did! I would tell you if you were bad." Jessie combed a hair through her black hair and looked around the dressing room. "Well grab your stuff, they need to start cleaning up, and we should probably check into the hotel."

-

There was a light knock on the hotel door letting me know he was here. I carefully got up from the king size bed I was sitting on and smoothed out the covers to make them look perfectly untouched.

I tiptoed over to the peephole, I didn't want to appear to be too eager. I looked through and there he was looking around the hallways, probably silently praying no fans would catch him wandering the halls.

I opened the door and was greeted by his bright smile.

"Hey Mollie, can I come in?"

"No, you can stay out there."

He gave me a confused look with his eyebrows raised.

"I'm kidding! Sheesh, lighten up."

He laughed and came inside my room. Now that I got him to come see me... what do we do now?

"What have you been up to on this lovely night?" He asked before plopping on the bed.

"If I told you, I'm not sure you would believe me."

"Oh really? Try me, love."

Love? He was calling me love. God, I loved the British.

"Well, I performed on Jimmy Fallon."

"What? No. You're right. I don't believe that."

"And now..." I let my voice trail off and bit my lip. Okay, how would I explain this to him? If I were talking to Annie I would say I was hanging out with a cute boy that I was majorly crushing on... Obviously, I had no intention of telling that to him.

"And now?"

"And now I have Harry Styles in my room... which honestly is pretty terrifying."

"Terrifying?"

"Mmhmm.." I sat down next to him and he turned towards me searching my face, I could see him trying to figure me out. He possibly could even see right through me that I was so into him.

"I've been called a lot of things, Mollie. But terrifying has never been one of them."

Before I knew it was even happening I burst out into a giggle fit. The kind of giggles that send tears to your eyes. Only I could fuck up a perfect moment with a perfect boy. This is why I was chronically single for the majority of my life. Luckily, and much to my surprise Harry was laughing just as hard, and I think I even heard a snort.

After a couple of minutes, we both seemed to calm down a bit. I pulled a strand of long blonde hair behind my ear and wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I'm just so awkward."

"A little. But, your down to Earth. That's one of the things I like about you."

"Really?"

"I really like you, Mollie Roark." His sweet voice was almost a whisper as he edged towards me, his tall frame encompassing my body, hands cupping my face ever so lightly.

"I really like you, Harry Styles." I vocalized a mere whisper back.

With a light chuckle, his brilliant lips parted and my heart skipped several beats.

And then, Harry Styles kissed me for the first time. It wasn't my first time ever being kissed. But it was my first time feeling slightly light headed from the entire thing. It was as if life just stopped as we knew it. I could feel his lips caress mine, in a sweet and sickeningly satisfying way, like when you take your first bite into a caramel apple. The caramel sparks a sense in your teeth, letting you know this will probably give you a cavity. But then you bite into the apple and the sourness balances it out. This is what kissing Harry Styles was like. So sweet, passionate, with a hint of lust. I thought I might just die from overwhelming emotions. This was only our first kiss, and I was instantly aware that this boy would break me. He had me wrapped around his finger, and I've only known him for two months.

Harry and I spent the next hour talking about his upcoming tour, watching stupid silly TV shows like Deadliest Catch, and him asking questions that would cause me to blush and prove how awkward I was.

That night wrapped in the hotels comfiest duvet and soft blankets, I curled up and got warm and cozy. For a while, I stared at the ceiling and reflected on what all had happened in this single night. Performing on Jimmy Fallon, hearing praise from my adoring family, and getting to know the real Harry, and kissing Harry. Eventually, I was able to calm down and go to sleep.