And there I am, standing in front of the closed bedroom door, absolutely dumbfounded.
What the hell just happened?
I huff, debating whether or not I should follow Harry into the bedroom, or just try and avoid him as much as possible. Is that even possible? I mean, he seems as stubborn as I am, and putting two stubborn people in the same room over a longer period of time never ends well. Ever. (Like that Taylor Swift song)
After a while I decide to go and look for Thomas and Stacey, since I haven't seen them since we arrived here. And because I need to ask them for help. I am not sharing my room with a stranger. It's just not happening. But since I am absolute shit at making plans, and Stacey has always been the best at pranking anyone, I'm hoping she might come up with something to get Harry and his stupid smirk out of my room.
I walk the familiar way towards room number 12, which unfortunately for me is a floor above mine. I knock on the door and pray to god that Lily also gave them the room our families used to be in.
But praying is probably useless when you don't believe in god. "Uh... Hi? Can I help you?" Some boy I've never seen before opens the door.
Ahhh, shit. But damn. "Hi, uh, oh, yea, sorry. I thought this was my friends' room, my bad." I stutter. Wow, Lexie, you just seem reeal smart right now.
He chuckles. He's so cute.. and attractive. How does he do that? "Never mind, love. I'm Niall." The blonde guy says and holds out his hand. I shake it and introduce myself as Lexie. But then awkward silence stands between us and I take that as my cue to go.
"Anyway, it was nice to meet you, Niall" I smile and he says "Yea, see you around." before shutting the door.
I make my way to room number 16, which always used to be family Roshe's (Will's) room. I knock again and this time Stacey opens up. "Oh, thank god." I mutter.
"Hi, what's up?" Stacey asks and looks slightly confused, since she probably assumed I would be sleeping already, which I would have been if some annoying guy wouldn't have come into my room and claimed it was his.
I let out an exhausted sigh, plop down on the couch next to Thomas and tell them everything that had just happened. I finish and both of them still look at me with curious stares.
"Is he hot?" Is the first thing that comes out of Stacey's mouth. I should have known. I sigh. "Seriously? That's not the point, I just-"
"He is hot!" Thomas cuts me off and the couple in front of me squeals. "I hate you guys." I say and try to look disappointed but can't help the smile that breaks through. "But honestly, it doesn't matter if he's hot, I just really want him out of my room."
"So, just tell him." Thomas says. I shoot him a are-you-serious kind of glare.
"I'm pretty sure he's as stubborn as me." I say and Thomas and Stacey both form their mouths to an 'o' shape. "So he won't just leave that easily. Stace, can't you think of something to scare him out of there? Like when you made Mr. Larsson drop chemistry class for a week because you made him believe there was some poison flying around in the air?" We all laugh at the memory.
"Yea, alright, I'll try and think of something, but we can't do anything at the moment anyway. You'll have to share the room with him for at least tonight." Ugh.
"Can't I stay here for the night?" I plead but they burst out into laughter, and I realize that probably wouldn't be much better.
"Nah, sorry babe. Don't think you'd get much more sleep here either." Thomas says and that's enough to make me stand up and leave.
"Okay, gross. A simple 'no' would've been enough." I chuckle and leave their room.
"Look who's back!" Harry practically shouts as soon as I open the door to thehotel flat.
"Look who's still here!" I mutter back in annoyance.
"So tell me love, where've you been?" So he's just going to ignore me being rude and act like we're best friends. Right.
"Doesn't really matter, does it?" I ask back. God I'm really not in the mood to answer annoying questions from people that I'm forced to live with. I stand up and walk to the closet in the bedroom to look for something that wouldn't be too uncomfortable to sleep in, and eventually decide on leggings. I close the door behind me and change into my oversized the 1975-shirt that I always sleep in and reaches just beneath my butt. I open the bedroom door once more to yell "I'm sleeping in here. You're not. Don't come in here." and hope Harry will actually listen to me.
In a matter of seconds I'm asleep. Only to, once again, wake up because of someone walking into my room, but this time I already know who it is. "Go away, ass." I mutter.
"I told you I'm not sleeping on the couch." He reminds me and I fight the urge to slap him. Have I mentioned that I'm not a morning person? Or, in this case, a waking-up-person?
"Yes, you are." I sigh when I open my eyes, to look at the numbers 2:23 blinking back at my on the night stand. Great. I feel something beside me moving and roll my eyes when I see Harry is in fact getting in bed next to me. "Whatever happened to gentlemen." I mumble.
"Oh, please. We're sharing a bed, not a vagina." He huffs.
"That makes no sense." I turn around and raise my eyebrows at him in confusion, which actually makes just as little sense since it's dark and he can't see me.
"Jeez, are you always like that? You know, logical?"
"Jeez, are you always like that?" I echo him, "You know, bad at comebacks?"
Harry just chuckles and mutters 'night' before disappearing below the duvet. I sigh, realizing there is no point in trying to make him sleep on the couch. I consider getting up and sleeping on the couch myself, but 1. this bed is way too comfortable to just get up and sleep on a couch that is too short for me, and 2. it would probably make Harry feel like he won and can just always sleep in the bed, and there is no way in hell I'm letting him win. God, if he wasn't that fucking stubborn.Or if you weren't. My subconscious chimes in but I make it shut up by closing my eyes and falling asleep.
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woooooo second chapter !!!!!! i think i'm actually gonna try and write this story, although i'm not really sure where im going with it lolololbut yea i thought of a plot yesterday but its all still v bleh
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i dont know when ill update next but it deffo wont be a month (also im on spring break and im a loser so i should have plenty of time to write)
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hotel rooms (h.s. au)
Fanfictionwhat lexie wanted: a nice holiday with her two best friends what lexie did not want: having to share her hotel room with some rude stranger (i think it's pretty clear what she ended up getting)