Twisted

Chapter 8: Stuck in an elevator with Harry

"Clara, hurry up, Mrs. Martin will be pissed if we are late." Pearl shouted from the doorway.

"I'm going to be down in a minute. I need to find my phone. You guys go ahead." I shout back, running around the room to search for my phone.

"Okay, come soon." Isabel spoke and the three of them exited the room.

I searched the entire room, but still couldn't find my phone.

Of course, I would have forgotten to remove the phone from the charger after turning off the switch. Nothing new about that.

I scurried to the other side of the bed in order to retrieve the phone, and there it was, lying on the bottom of all the mess Kelly made.

I pluck the phone from the charger point and grab my handbag to shove the phone in it.

I took the keycard with me and exited the hotel room. I rushed to the elevator and pressed the button. I look around and see Harry walking towards  the elevator from the other room few rooms after mine. The elevator chimed and Harry casually went inside and waited for me to get in.

"I'm not getting into that," I muttered.

"Well, you don't have a choice now, do you?" he smirked.

The lobby was three floors down, and I cannot take the stairs because it would consume a lot of time as I wasn't physically very strong and Mrs. Martin would kill me.

I sighed loudly and got into the elevator. It will just be a minute ride and nothing might go wrong. I faced the elevator door, and he was leaning against the opposite wall a few steps behind me. From my side eye, I saw him staring at my arse. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my feet, trying to think about something.

Suddenly, the elevator jerked. The lights went out, and it stopped midway.

"Oh god" I sigh.

I prayed it would start working again, but minutes passed and there was no motion from it. This appeared like it may take time.

I saw Harry slouching down on one side of the wall; I huffed and sat down on the opposite side of him, bringing my legs to my chest.

The silence was intimidating, so I spoke up, "So, is Niall really your brother?"

He smirked a bit and looked up from his phone, which was resting on his hand, the blue light being the only source of light here.

"Yeah, my step-brother, his dad married my mum," he uttered.

I nodded and asked, "Do you guys live together?"

He tuned off his phone, and the place went completely dark. I felt him put his legs against either side of me.

"Not exactly, he lives with our parents but crashes at my place often," he implied.

"Hmm" I nod silently.

He scoots over to me and asks, "Enough about me. Now, tell me, what is Zayn to you?"

"More than you ever will be," I answer.

He gets on his knees and moves much closer to me. I spread my knees on the floor on either side of him and he towers over me slightly. God, this man is tall.

Our faces were only inches apart, and he kept one of his hands on the wall and the other slid against my lower back.

"Let's see about that, eh?" he muttered and closed the distance by moving his lips against mine. I kissed back. This time, it was a slow one, more intimate and meaningful.