Papillon - HS

Chapter 22

Song: Last First Kiss - One Direction

---

My body hasn't known sleep these past few days. My mind is constantly replaying every single moment and word and kiss and touch I've had with Harry. Every time I close my eyes, I am met with his green eyes and dimpled smile. Never have I thought so much of a person, never have I become so obsessed with being close to someone. I have no time to think about anything else that isn't Harry. I know I have to do something or else it might be too late. I have done my best in flirting and trying to let him know I want him to make a move but I don't think these feelings are reciprocated.

Harry's charming whenever he's with me but we all know he's kind to everyone. I don't need to have known him for a long time to figure out he has a flirty personality and some sort of magnetic energy that pulls you towards him. I should've known better than to simply walk blindly into his arms. Why can't I like Niall?! I know I could never do that to April but life would be so much easier. Niall was quick to let me know he was interested back then, which is something I can't completely say about Harry. I just wish I can have the courage to tell him how I feel soon. I don't think my mind can last much longer with keeping it a secret. 

With a sigh, I open the door and pull my luggage behind me but I was met with a hard surface. I heard a chuckle and lift my gaze, eyes barely open. I haven't slept in days and it shows and now Harry's looking at me and I can't hide and I don't want him to see me so sleep deprived but I guess this is life now. He offers me a smile and I want to return it but my lips simply pull a bit upwards, giving him a weird-sleepy tight lipped half grin. 

"Here, give me this," he said, taking the luggage from my hands and pulling it behind him. With his free arm, he pulled me close and kept his arm on my shoulders. "Good morning Tinkerbell," he said as he began to walk us over to the elevators.

Who the fuck is Tinkerbell?

I heard a cackle and didn't even realize I had spoken out loud.

"Sorry, I'm sleepy," was all I could answer. Harry shook his head and called the elevator. The doors opened immediately and he let us in, pressing the buttons. The doors were closing and so were my eyes. My head began to rest on his elbow but I didn't quite find it so it simply rolled to the side. Harry chuckled and helped me place my head on his shoulder. I gave him a small smile in gratitude. 

"Are you alright there?" 

"Mhhm, todo bien al cien," I responded, ready to try and sleep in his shoulder. 

He simply chuckled and the elevator doors opened. We walked over to the conference room, where the dining place had been set up. He gave my luggage to some staff member and walked us to the table where the rest of the guys were. My body was demanding sleep, not food. Plus I was so tired that thinking about eating something was making me nauseous so I checked my clock, did a terrible job at mental math, and walked over to where Michael was.

"Nardini! Hey!" he said, why the fuck is he so cheerful at 6:30 in the morning? "Oh, are you okay? It looks like you've been bit by a zombie," he continued, making me chuckle. Michael was a good boss, at least to me. 

"I'm alright but I wanted to ask you if I could go to the buses right now, I'm not really hungry and I'd rather have as much sleep time as I can," I tell him and he was quick to nod.

"Of course you can, Nardini! You can submit the blog post later too, if you want. You're gonna some free time at the hotel in Miami. Use this time to rest," he said, placing his hand on my shoulder and giving me a caring look.