Meeting God. {h.s}

18. Board Walk Hugs.

Previously on Meeting God [p.s zayn looks so fucking good in that picture.]

As I flip through the guide for channels, I suddenly hear a knock on my door. I look to my right guessing it's probably The lads. Sighing, I get up from my comfortable position in my bed and open the door.

Instead of my friends I'm met with Harry. Still in his all black suit. Looking exactly the same as he did two hours ago.

He walks in the room without any warning. I sigh, sitting back on my position inside the bed. He sits at the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on my face.

"What?" I question.

"Are you feeling alright?" His deep raspy voice speaks as he fumbles with his rings.

"I've felt better," I answer while tilting my head up a bit and moving my eyes toward the TV screen.

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my thigh, causing a slight gasp from my mouth as I stare at him in confusion. The side of his jaw clenches as the coldness from his hand radiates to my thigh.

He licks his lips while looking the other direction. His beautiful face stares back at me.

"Can we please give it another shot?"

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I shift from my position on the bed, giving him a pleading look. "Harry, I really don't think that's a good idea."

He scooches closer to me on the bed without any warning, his eyes stare directly at mine. "Let's try this out - give it a take. I mean, there's nothing wrong with that-"

"But having a relationship with God ... I don't know - it just doesn't seem right." I Stare at him. He instantly looks down. He gulps while licking his lips. His eyes then travel down from my lips, to my eyes.

"Forget about that. Let's think-"

"Forget about that? How could I forget about that?! That's the main thing!" I interrupt angrily. His eyes widen at how badly I snapped towards him. As he's about to talk and respond a knock came from the door.

We both look towards the door in confusion. "I'll get it." I get up from my comfortable position on my bed and walk towards the door. I open it and met with Zayn, leaning his elbow against the wall as his hands are inside his suit pockets.

"Hey- I need to get more cash from my suitcase." He walks in.

"Zayn don't you think you should control yourself?" I question and as I turn around I see Zayn staring at Harry, who is now standing up, with his hands in his suit pockets, staring at Zayn with furrowed brows.

Zayn looks back at me with a open mouth, confused. "Who's this?" He questions.

Fuck make something up.

"T-That's my friend." I say stutterinfz

Zayn raises a brow looking back at me, and then back at Harry. "Why did you bring your friend, to our hotel room?" He questions rudely.

"Maybe you should control that little mouth of your's considering I'm right here." Harry takes a step closer to Zayn while squinting at him angrily.

"Maybe you should get out of the room." Zayn shoots back.

"Zayn!" I yell with wide eyes. He turns back at me completely.

"Andrea are you kidding me?! We have so much money in this room for gambling and food and stuff. You know that. And you brought your 'friend' into the room? What the fuck? I bet you just met him. He could steal anything!" Zayn makes a point but Harry interrupts.