Abditory [H.S]

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Hi.

In this chapter, theres going to be some french talking, and I know some of yall dont speak that language or are too lazy to search for the translation, so I put it up for u under the same paragraph in bold to understand what they're saying :) ur welcome. (I used google translate so)

Also, the song is important bc it adds more to the scene so please play it when I tell u to.

Enjoy ur reading babes!

Luella Jones

"I'm not going." I shake my head, probably for the millionth time this hour.

"You haven't even given me one good reason!" Harry throws his hands up in frustration.

"Eating at night is unhealthy." I shrug.

"Who the fuck came up with that shit anyway? We can eat whenever we want." He furrows his eyebrows, grabbing my hand again.

"Harry- it's 11 at night." I state, knowing well enough he doesn't care.

"We'll eat them in the car and then head to the beach like we always do, yeah?" He tries to convince me, catching my attention at the word beach.

I squint my eyes at him. "Are you trying to bribe me by my favourite place?"

"Maybe..." He rolls his lips into his mouth, trying to conceal a smile.

"Well, I'm going to sleep. Enjoy your trip." I pull the blanket off the bed, putting my knee on it.

"Oh come on- I'll just bring the food to you here then, okay?" He grabs his keys.

"What! No, don't. I'm not hungry." I shake my head immediately and step off the bed.

"Large fries and 12-piece chicken nuggets!" He calls out as he opens the door.

"Harry-" I yell, following him.

"Do not bring me anything." I shake my head, seeing him standing beside the opened door.

"Coke or pepsi?" He ignores everything I just said.

"Goddamn it-" I grab my phone and step outside with him, seeing him grinning.

I close the door behind us, shoving the hotel room card in my hoodie's pocket, sighing.

"I win." He squeaks happily, throwing his hand over my shoulder like he always does.

"I'm just going with you to make sure you don't buy me anything." I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for the elevator with him on my side.

"Mhm." He nods.

After we were done...hugging in the shower, we got out and quickly dressed because of how cold it was, cleaning up the room before Harry made the decision to actually go to mcdonalds.

I said we shouldn't multiple times, but all he kept repeating was the same why over and over again.

I had a few of my reasons, but I couldn't tell him.

We're also kind of matching; he's wearing a black hoodie, matched with grey sweatpants, while I'm wearing the complete opposite, a grey hoodie with black sweatpants.

It just looks like we switched hoodies.

Not that I like it or anything.

He keeps his arm around my shoulder the entire elevator ride, only pulling it a fraction to fix his hair.