I’m already seated when you walk into the room. Calm, graceful, effortlessly beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes your stomach feel like it’s a little twisted, like you’re 7 years old with your first crush.

You’re the whole reason I even agreed to this whole PR relationship deal in the first place. I’ve seen you in magazines, sure, but in person?

God, you’re practically otherworldly.

Our managers are speaking, explaining the plan like this is everyday business talk. Smile for the cameras. Hold hands. Act close. Kiss when you know someone’s looking but act like you didn’t know they were looking. Easy stuff. But the whole time they’re going on and on, I can barely take my eyes off of you.

Eventually, you catch me looking, and I finally speak just to avoid looking like a creep. “Harry,” I smile warmly, holding out my hand.

I’m not sure what Niall was talking about when he said PR relationships are difficult and annoying. I’m actually quite looking forward to this one.

But maybe I just got lucky.