Syndrome // H.S.

06. You Make me Agitated

Harry's POV

I didn't want to be gone long, so I tried to drive quickly to the diner. I walked in and ordered an assortment of different breakfast foods, asking them to stick it all into to-go boxes. I thought about buying enough for Zayn, Niall, and Liam, but I didn't expect them to roll out bed until late in the afternoon. It was just now 6am.

On the drive back to the hotel, I decided to stop and pick up something special for Monroe.

I was impressed with the short amount of time it took me to get everything and arrive back, but I guess I was naïve to think that everything would have gone smoothly in my absence. 

I was currently trying to balance the multiple styrofoam boxes in one hand, while a black plastic bag hung from my wrist with Monroe's gift inside. I was in a hurry to fish the key card out of my pocket and unlock the door because I could already hearing yelling on the other side of it. Was that a bang?

"If you don't turn it off right now," Monroe yelled right as I got the door open, "I'll break your fucking skull!"

"LESBIAN BEST FRIENDS SCISSOR UNTIL MULTIPLE ORGASMS!" Louis exclaimed, laughing. 

He was on the bed, jumping up and down as he read something from a phone I'd never seen before. Monroe was standing next to the bed, with a smaller, wooden chair held up over her head. I remembered seeing it in front of the desk earlier. I watched as she reared her arms back a little and throw it at him full force.

Louis laughed manically and managed to halfway catch it, but I knew it had to hurt when I saw one of the legs of the chair hit his shins. He threw it down onto the ground on the opposite side of the bed, away from where she was standing. Louis started bouncing up and down again as he scrolled, continuing to read.

"CUMSLUT CAN'T STOP BEGGING DADDY FOR MORE!" 

At this, Monroe screamed out what sounded more like a frustrated growl. She ran towards the bed and jumped on it erratically, reaching out for Louis. He managed to leap off the bed and escape her reach. The room wasn't big enough to really run around in, but he saw me standing by the door I had just closed. He ran towards me as fast as he could. Once he reached me, he grabbed my arm to slow his momentum down enough to spin around and hide behind me. 

She had seen me now as well because of his using me as a shield. Her face was bright red. "I'm going to fucking kill him!" she yelled, stomping her foot. She jumped of the bed and ran towards us.

"Okay, okay, you two," I said, stopping her by placing my hand on the top of her chest once she was close enough. I could feel the top swell of her breasts just under my palm. She reached her hand up to my arm and tightly wrapped her fingers around my wrist, but didn't make any move to remove it from her body. "What did I miss?"

"She hit me!" Louis yelled from behind me. "With a chair!"

I sighed dramatically and looked up at the ceiling, silently begging the universe for patience. "But why?" I asked, my eyes closed. Monroe's grip around my wrist was strong, and Louis had his hands on my shoulders. 

"He stole my fucking phone! We were going to use it so I could call work and let them know I was going on vacation so no one would come looking for me! But he fucking stole it!"

That explained why she was mad. "Okay... Now can someone calmly explain why Louis is screaming out Pornhub's greatest hits?"