Chapter 23

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Once we reached the hotel we are gonna stay at, they told us to say our names and get our key cards, the luggage will be there when we arrive. Walking into the lobby of the hotel, I realize that I am extremely underdressed. While everyone is dressed either casually or in formals, I am wearing a baggy tshirt and shorts and I look like I just walked out of bed, which I did but still. I make a mental note to never look like this in expensive hotels ever again. Why don't people tell me important things like this.

I walk towards the reception but Harry gets in the way, taking my spot. "Heyy." He looks over his shoulder for a second but when sees its me, smirks and returns to doing what he was. Instead of waiting behind him, I go to the next person available, "Hi, Hope Whitlock." The person smiles and types on their computer and I glance around to take in the place. It's beautiful. Harry beside me is busy flirting with the receptionist, making me laugh to myself about how predictable this is.

"Here you go, miss." They hand me my key cards and I make my way to the elevators, stepping into it and pressing the 2nd last floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand stops the doors from closing. Harry.

He leans onto the wall opposite to me, smirking. "What's going on between you and Niall?"

"Nothing." I truthfully answer. He steps forward, putting a hand on either side of the metal bar behind to cage me.

"You... are hiding something, and I'm gonna find out what it is to make your life miserable." There are the threats. "You've been doing that since you met me." I look straight into his eyes, trying to look confident and not look like how I feel.

He tilts his head, leaning into my neck and hovering his lips above my neck close enough so I can feel his warm breath hit me making my own breathing rapid, "And it's been a fun fucking ride, hasn't it?" He presses his lips against my earlobe, his words sending a cold shiver down my spine. One day I'll have the confidence to speak in these situations you put me in Harry and then I'll put you down.

The elevator dings and Harry walks out the door almost immediately. I follow him, keeping a good distance between us. Just be anywhere far away from my room.

"Following me are you Whitlock?" I can quite literally hear the smirk in his voice. "Never." I wish I could just punch that smirk off his face. Imagine the power I would hold if I can physically beat him in a fight. That thought is enough to quench all my thirst for taking revenge for the way he has been treating me. My internal fantasy comes to a stop when I walk into a hard surface, Harry stopped, making me walk right into him since I wasn't paying attention, "I'm so sorry!"

"Fucking hell, there's the shrieking again." He gives me a mean look before removing his key card and disappearing on the door to the left. I look around for my room number, mine being right opposite to his.

Fucking hell.

I swipe the key card, opening the door as the cold gust of a freshly made room hits me. I put the key card in the slot so the room lights up, revealing my luggage placed neatly in the corner of the room, beside the wardrobe. The room is really cozy, a table beside the entrance with a mirror to put your keys, and a small kitchen counter with a mini fridge and a coffee pot. I put some coffee to brew, walking deeper into the room, it narrows, so there is a door on the left which leads to the bathroom while the small narrow entrance leads to the bedroom which has a queen bed, side tables and blankets that look so comfy.

After I am done being mesmerized by the room, I quickly walk to washroom; they are literally the best parts of a hotel room.

No one mentioned anything about meeting up after check-in so I'm taking a shower. I drag my bags to the bedroom, opening them and removing some loose-fitting jeans and a black and white stripped tshirt along with a blue matching set of bra and underwear. I love matching, it somehow makes you feel more confident and I need all that I can get.

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