My Complicated Life! (AU Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 51:

Eva’s POV

“Are you serious right now? We are not sharing a room.” I whisper to Harry. Harry and I arrived at the hotel a few minutes ago, and we were just told that there was a mistake with our reservation and we are sharing a room.

“You won’t have to ma’am. You are in the two bedroom Deluxe suite, you each have your own room… you will only have to share the living room and kitchen area.” The lady at the front desk tells me. I look up at Harry and I can see he isn’t too happy about this either.

“Is there any way we can get two rooms?” Harry asks through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry sir, we don’t have any more rooms available.” She says apologetically.

“This is ridiculous.” I groan.

“I guess we will take it, but I’m not happy.” Harry tells the lady firmly.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” She apologized.

“Just get us our room keys.” Harry snaps. I walk away and head towards the elevator. Harry is not far behind me… I press the up button and wait for the elevator car to arrive.

“We have our own bedrooms Eva.” Harry says quietly.

“If you’re afraid Niall will be upset about it… I can talk to him.” He adds.

“Yeah, and that would go over just as well as if I called and talked to Candice about it.” I roll my eyes.

“She wouldn’t care… she trusts me.”

“What are you saying, that Niall doesn’t trust me?” I snarl.

“God dammit Eva… stop putting words into my mouth.” He snaps.

“I’m not—you’re the one who implied it.” I say as the elevator doors open. A few people get out of the elevator before Harry and I step in.

“Where’s our luggage?” I ask.

“In our room.” He says. I sigh and lean against the wall. I’m so freaking tired, I just want to take a shower and then go to sleep.

When we get to the room I’m speechless at its beauty, the room’s décor is simple, but stunning. As I’m walking around the living room I hear Harry groan loudly from one of the rooms, he storms out of the room, and over to the phone.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, he glares at me, before picking up the phone.

“Yes, can you explain to me why I’m paying all this money for this room and one of the bathrooms doesn’t even work!” He shouts into the phone. My eyes widen and my jaw drops, I rush past him and into the room he was just in. There is a sign on the door that says ‘Out Of Order… Sorry for the inconvenience’. I run out the room and over to the other bedroom, luckily there isn’t a sign on the door, but I now realize that Harry and I have to share a bathroom. WE HAVE TO SHARE A BATHROOM!

“You messed up my reservations and now this—this is fucking ridiculous… this is the last time I’ll be staying here.” Harry slams the phone down.

“It won’t be fixed for a few days.” He tells me.

“I thought this hotel was supposed to be one of the best in the world.” I state.

“Yeah, well it’s either we stay here or at my parents’ house.” He growls.

“We aren’t staying at your parents’ house.” I don’t want to be with Harry at his parents’ house…it will bring back way too many memories (even though it’s a different house).