hotel rooms (h.s. au)

three

I wake up to an alarm going off awfully loud the next morning. 
I groan, thinking I have to get up to get ready for school, until I remember  where I am. And who's next to me.
I slowly open my eyes to see Harry fast asleep next to me. Unbelievable. How can he even sleep with that noise?

"Harry! If you don't shut that damn thing off, I'll fucking murder you!" I yell. When there's still no reaction from him, I start hitting him and he finally groans, too.

"What are you doing?" He asks sleepily, and for a second I'm taken aback by how deep and raspy his morning voice is. Until his alarm goes off again.

"What are you doing? Shut that damn alarm off!" I yell and hit him again.

He laughs, "This is abuse, you know?"

With that, I shove him off the bed, causing a loud thud.

"Ow! What the fùck?" He yells and finally shuts  his alarm off. Took him long enough.

I don't answer,  instead lay back on my pillows and close my eyes again, statisfied with the silence.  That is, until Harry turns the light on. Immediately, I throw my blanket over  my head to shield my eyes from the light. "Turn it off!" I shout.

"Calm down, princess." He says amused - and, of course, leaves the light on.

I leave the comforting darkness of my blanket to glare at him. "Don't call me that."

"Well, princess, I don't know your actual name, so I'm just gonna have to keep calling you that." He says and that stupid smirk appears as if on cue.

"Ugh" I groan. I'm about to hide under my blanket again, when I realize Harry is shirtless. And he has tattoos. God dammit, why does that have to be so fưcking attractive?

"Hey, princess" He whispers, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." And obviously smirks, but do I even have to mention that?

I roll my eyes at him - I feel like that's all I've been doing so far. This time, when I disappear under my blanket it's because I really don't need him to see the blush that's creeping onto my cheeks. "Can you just hurry up with whatever the hell you're doing and turn the light off, please?"

"Who knew a princess could beg?" He replies and I swear I can hear him smirking.

"Stop, fúcking calling me princess!" I yell, and peak my head out of my blanket to check the time. 6:24AM. You've got to be kidding me.

"I will, as soon as you tell me your real name."

I take a deep breath to calm down a little. It's too early in the morning for this. Even Thomas and Stacey annoy me in the mornings, how am I supposed to bear this annoying frog? I'm especially annoyed that I've already spent so much time wasting my energy on him that I probably wouldn't even be able to fall back asleep. So, I sit up with a groan and glare at Harry, who is already watching me amused. "What the fúck are you doing up at 6AM anyways? These are literally god damn holidays?"

"I was gonna go for a run." He states, as if it is the most normal thing for anyone to get up at 6AM while they're on their holidays only to go for a run.

I stare at him dumbfounded. "You're insane." I say.

He just smiles at me and opens the closet and takes out a pair of gym shorts and pulls them over his boxers. "Love, you really don't have to keep staring at me." He says when he's done.

As a response, I throw my pillow at him and roll my eyes. Unfortunately, he blocks the pillow with his arms before it can hit him in the face.

"Hey, now! I think you've got some anger problems, have you ever thought about seeing a doctor?"