Malign Disposition [H.S]

Chapter 49 - Turn Of Events

Marley

My eyes fluttered opened and I immediately shut them when the sun decided to beam down onto my face, through the big windows. I groaned as I ran my hand down over my face, and just like I suspected, Harry's side of the bed was ruffled up and he was not in the position I remembered him in.

Our hotel room was a master suite, so that means that he must be in the other connecting room, where the kitchenette and main area is. Harry refused to get anything less than a suite, his spoiled rich ass needed the luxury of it all. Even if we were just staying for a day.

I wasn't looking forward to having to get back on the jet today and fly all the way to Atlanta. Hopefully this time, Louis doesn't suspect that we are going to be attending this boxing match. If he does, I am going to actually lose my fucking mind and I won't even care about anything else but to take him and Lythare down. I want their blood on my hands.

We had a plan this time. Since Zayn has to stay back with Niall, the rest of us will be going. Liam and I are already signed up for the match thanks to Rain and his tech skills of course. Which means that Harry and Rain are going to be our plus ones.

While Liam and I are fighting, Harry and Rain will be on the hunt for Louis and who we think is to be Lythare meeting up with him. We don't know for sure, but who else could it possibly fucking be?

That was our plan, and it's the best thing we have came up with yet. It has to work. But this whole Louis situation wasn't even what I wanted to be thinking about.

I was still thinking about last night.

I've never been in love. Yeah, I've had my fair share of boyfriends who never made me feel the way I felt when I'm around Harry. None of them could compare. I knew I loved Harry the moment I had my arms and legs wrapped around him while we were at the beach. It was the way he looked at me, the way my body felt when I looked at him. There was no word in the dictionary that could express perfectly just how I felt about him.

You know that feeling when to stumble across a really good song for the first time, and it becomes your favourite, so you replay it on a loop and never get tired of it? That's what I feel with Harry.

I feel like if somebody wanted me to talk about Harry, I would simply be talking for days. Because there is just so much that I could say, so many different ways on how to describe him.

I sat up in the bed rubbing my temples as my eyes adjusted to the sunshine coming into the room. And then my ears picked up onto music that was playing from somewhere inside of the suite.

Harry is like me, he always has to have music playing and I knew it had to be coming from the television, because there were no speakers in here. I was slowly starting to come to my senses, the smell of cigarette smoke and fresh coffee hitting my nose.

Of course he's smoking in our hotel room, I wouldn't expect anything less from him.

I brushed the covers off of my legs, pulling down the material of Harry's shirt that was more like a dress on my small frame. I swung my legs over and leaped onto the floor, rubbing my tires eyes as I waltzed towards the bathroom. Splashing cold water onto my face and brushing my teeth, staring back at my exhausted looking reflection.

I gave myself one last once over before shuffling towards our bedroom door, opening it up to reveal the big space and the first thing my eyes landed on was the tv, set on a station that was playing old 80's hits. I rolled my lips into my mouth when I recognized the song that was playing.