Cherry Bomb [h.s]

14

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(trust me)

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I was more than thankful when the bus finally pulled into the parking lot of our hotel. 

3 long hours stuck on a bus with Harry was driving me insane. 

Every 20 minutes or so, he'd try to start shit with me, making some little comment about something. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't ignore him. 

So that meant that every 20 minutes or so, poor Amber, acting as our buffer, had to break us apart. 

She had fallen asleep quickly before I pinned Harry to the wall and threatened him, but soon woke up when we started bickering. And I knew she was tired of having to deal with our arguments.

We were acting like children, we both knew it. But in my defense, Harry was always the one who started it. 

He just made it so impossible to stay away, he wouldn't stop until I gave in. And then he would smirk deviously and act all calm and collected. 

"Why are you getting so worked up, sunshine?" He asked. And it drove me up the fucking wall. 

But now all that was over. 

I'm serious this time. Starting now, I'm staying away from him for good. 

"God, I'm so glad to be off that bus, away from all your lovers' quarrels," Amber says as we walk into the hotel lobby together. 

"They're not lovers' quarrels," I roll my eyes, "We hate each other, you know that." 

"Whatever," she scoffs. 

"They're not lover's quarrels..." I defend once more. 

We all get our key cards from the front desk and get onto the two elevators to take us to our floors. 

I get out on the 5th floor, leaving Amber, Willow, and Niall in the elevator. A few seconds later, I hear the second elevator ding and open. 

And of fucking course, Harry walks out of it. 

I just ignore him and walk down the hall to find my room, #506. 

No sooner than I find my room, Harry stops at the door right next to mine. 

"Seriously?" I ask, annoyed as hell already, "Your room is next to mine, again?" 

"You didn't know?" Harry asks, tilting his head in faux confusion, "Our rooms are going to be next to each other for the rest of tour, sunshine." He leans in and gives a cocky smile, "I made sure of it." 

He then unlocks his door and walks in slowly, his head still peeking out. 

"I hope you like your room, sunshine," he smiles and wiggles his fingers at me, then disappears into his room and shuts the door. 

You've got to be fucking kidding me. 

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We all decided to use our only full free night in Vegas for some good old fashioned fun. 

Gambling, prostitutes, drive through weddings. What's not to love?

We decided to meet downstairs at 7:30 pm to pile into Marlow's limo. I still wasn't used to having a whole ass limo available whenever I wanted, but it was the only thing that would fit all of us. 

Amber, Willow, and I were all downstairs already, wearing simple but flattering cocktail dresses and carrying small cross-body purses. Just formal enough to look nice, but informal enough to look normal just walking down the street. And of course, we all looked hot as hell.