another pretty december | b.e

seventeen

it's been a week since that morning in billie's room and since, ive been sleeping in her room every night.

she's stopped crying but she still cuddles into me, waking up in the morning and pretending everything is okay.

and when I see her, outside of the bedroom, she's still the same mean little bitch.

and im tired of it.

we're sleeping in a motel tonight, in the middle of fucking nowhere and im SO tired.

we were booked to sleep in a hotel but someone leaked the address so there was a lot of paparazzi and people booking rooms. 

so billie's team found a motel, which was the only place with five rooms available beside each other. 

one for Maggie and Patrick, billie and finneas, mike, Lisa and finally harry and i.

I also haven't had chance to de-stress so I really need some alone time tonight.

harry needs to leave me alone tonight because there's no way in hell im lasting another night without my purple friend in my suitcase.

"is there any chance I can have a room alone tonight?" I ask Lisa who's typing away on her laptop in the back of the suv.

"why?" Lisa furrows her brows and glances up to harry and across to finneas and billie.

do I really have to do this?

"because I need some alone time?"

"alone time?"

billie starts smiling down at her phone because everyone in the car knows exactly what im talking about apart from Lisa.

do I have to spell it out for her?

"I just need to sort something out"

"get harry to help you" Lisa comments, not looking up from her laptop.

is she fucking serious?

....you know what

"yeah good idea, why didn't I think of that?"

"hey! don't you want your boyfriend to help you?" harry smiles, wrapping his arms around me and I push him off.

"fuck off" I grumble, and notice billie isn't smiling anymore.

who shit in your cereal?

regardless I lay back, against harry's shoulder and pull out my phone, pulling up my conversations with him.

'you better go to reception and get me my own room harry' I sent to him.

he picks up, his phone and laughs to himself, replying to me.

eve though we're beside each other, we text back and forth.

 harry <3

you better go to reception
and get me my own room harry

Don't you want your
boyfriend to help you?

I don't need any help

You sure?
You look pretty stressed

and you're gonna look
pretty dead if you suggest
that again

HAHAHAHA
Just go into the bathroom

NO
NOT WHEN YOU'RE AT
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

I won't listen I swear

ain't gonna happen
I would rather have the
chance to do whatever
I want whenever I want
all night long
ALONE