Life Starter {H.S}

Chapter 18

June 1, 2014

Sitting on the couch in the fancy hotel room of Louis, Zayn, and Harry's, my mind was running through the emotions factory. With my writing pad in hand, I was trying to write a simple song, but I just couldn't seem to get the words out. I already figured out the music for the song in my head but no lyrics were coming up. Easily slouching into Louis' side, I smoothly wrote some words onto the yellow-lined paper. Tears flowed down my cheeks as my frustration was being a bitch. His arm wrapped around my frail form on the soft, cotton couch.

Harry came barging in through the door, no questions asked as he sat across from Louis on the bed next to us. The duvet was a soft, cream color as the headboard was a dark cherry black. The pillows of feather wrapped around the top as the walls were an eggshell color. The lighting fixtures along the walls were exquisite as the cold, bamboo flooring was set in. The couch was a dark, plain brown, with no additions to make it seem more beautiful than it already was. The desk to the left of the television had a granite countertop, just like the long vanity in the bathroom had.

My smooth legs were barely covered by the extremely short booty shorts. And by extremely short, I mean, you could the pockets out from underneath. The white tank top covered my top, clear white bra as I held the pad of paper close to my chest. Louis had on sweatpants and his Superman shirt, because he is a bad bitch. The Bachelor played on the TV as I watched intently while Louis just suffered for my sake. Harry had on his 'Hipsta Please' shirt with a pair of black jeans, one out of the two.

Harry leaned in to Louis' ear, noticing the well-flowing waterfalls that used to be my eyeballs. He looked at me in such a way I wanted to scream. Don't you fucking come for me.Yeah, you better not fucking come for me. Louis trickled his hands down my back as I saw Harry's eyes light up like an alarm. Why are you even touching her? He probably thought. She's mine, whore, back off. Louis stood up from the warm sitting stool and announced his displeasures of leaving yet he still did it anyways. I flopped over where Louis used to sit, onto my right side. Harry came over, pushed me up, so he could crawl underneath my side holding me close. He kissed my cheek and I sighed.

He placed the notepad onto the bamboo and hugged me tight, in a locked ball, or pretzel. His hair covered the material as I went to play with the curls on his head. He giggled like a child when I kissed and tickled his neck with pleasure. Wrapping his limbs around me, he sat us up and I wrapped my limbs around him. He tickled at my sides until he set us both down onto the floor. He gave me a look that said "Sup Babe". I laughed as I walked a little ways to sit onto the soft bed. Manchester, England's weather was especially warm out, quite surprising to be honest.

Harry went into the closet and pulled out two swimsuits. Although, one of them was meant for a lady. His swim trunks were a dark, midnight black, and of course, Nike brand. The bikini was a deep, salmon pink and black stripes. Maybe the most adorable thing I have ever seen. He held the bikini, on the hangers, next to my body. He grinned happily as he removed the bikini from its hanging device and shoved it into my lap.

Taking off my tank top, the straps of the bra snapped and I flinched with the sudden contact of pain. After undoing the bra snaps in the back, the whiteness rolled off my arms My nipples were cold in the room, especially when not covered, bare, open, naked. In my right eye, I could see in the very corner, Harry yelped and covered his eyes. I set the bikini top against my beast as I backed up against Harry. He yelped again, not expecting my touch.

"Harry, tie the straps together."

"Single knot or-"

"Double knot, please."

His hands gripped the straps as he tied the straps around my neck loosely, but firmly. After finishing the first knot, Harry hands traveled pass the second set of string his hands ran along my back and sides. It felt amazing, but I'm not trying to be wet inside a pool. He thumbs dip into the small of my back and I moaned. He reached his hands forward and undid the button on the shorts. They fell to the floor as Harry laughed with excitement. His hands went along the rim of the white lace panties as I felt his hand slip into my panties. Harry's hand stayed on my thigh but inched closer and closer to my wet self.

The light from outside shone in through the full-wall window. Harry's hand came closer and closer to my pussy as I winced with pleasure and pulled his hand out of my underwear. He groaned as I walked closer up to the full window. I heard clothes shuffling behind so I assumed that Harry was dressing himself. I smelled of vanilla with this on and was pleased with Harry once more. Two large arms encircled around me as I felt the boy's smile on my neck.

"I'll wait outside the room for you."

He pecked at the back of my neck once more, moving the locks of golden waves out of the way. I glanced more outside the window before going back for the bottoms. I stood in front of the window as I slipped the black, salmon bottom on. The sky was blue, brightened by the sun. The many buildings below us were smaller compared to the richest hotel in all of Manchester. I'm sure not even Dan, Phil, Zoey, Marcus, or even Louise could stay. This shit was expensive at fuck. The rooftops were light and fluffy looking like a cloud as you could see. Apartment complexes had gardens on the top of the living spaces.

Pulling the sunscreen, glasses, and room keys into my bag, I shoved open the door. Harry smiled from around the corner next to the elevators. He smiled with delight, this bitch is always smiling. He came over to me and linked his arms with mine.

"Let's take the lift, babe."

"Okay."

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Down at the pool, I stayed in the sun. I told Niall I was going to be a baked chicken soon and he quickly told Zayn who licked his lip with hunger, jokingly. Harry came out of the hotel lobby with towels for us before we started swimming, well before Liam, Zayn, Harry, and I started swimming. I had just got off the phone with Karla. She said the dance recital went swimmingly last night and she expects me to be at the next one. I will for damn sure. I sprayed the sunscreen along my chest stomach, all down my legs and rubbed it into my skin. Going to spray my back, I completely missed aim and got Liam's butt.

"Now my butt is cold."

He grunted then laughed, cannonballing into the pool, making Louis scream.

"Need help?"

The thick british voice asked me. And who other than Harry could it be. He took the aristotle can and sprayed up and down to my ankles. His hands rubbed into my sides and legs as I felt myself become weak under his gentle touch. I feel myself begin to fall over when Harry reassures me.

"I've got you."

Harry threw me up over his shoulder and ran towards the pool. I kicked and squealed with a temper tantrum. Harry threw my small body into the pool and I screamed bloody mary. It felt like I was swimming in a pool of ice and glaciers. The boys laughed as Harry jumped in, practically on top of me. Under the water, I struggled to get up with Harry above me. His eyes opened and he quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Hard, deep, cute and adorable. Running out of air, Harry swam us back to the top.

"We thought you guys were drowning."

Niall spoke.

"I'd never let her drown."

Harry said.

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That night at the concert, was spectacular. It was exquisite. My hand ran along Harry's several times that night. I performed my EXTREMELY new song, One Last Time. Everyone loved it, even the boys. I cuddle here in Harry's bunk on the way to the next town and I could only hope for the best.

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I don't remember the last time I've written something so short. Sorry. This chapter's question : What pizza topping is your favorite? Miss you, love. bye.

-betsyD44