Chapter Fifteen: Arrangements
The smell of cheap soap loitered the small room and filled Bea's small nostrils; waking her up with a coughing fit. Hayes emerged from the bathroom fully clothed, but his hair was still wet and his toothbrush hung out of his mouth with a small parade of white toothpaste floating out from his lips. His eyes widened apologetically when Beatrice rolled on her side, her hair a mess atop her head when it lay flat on the bed, and an angry expression played her face.
"You know," she yawned, stretching her arms above her head, "pancakes would be great to wake up to, but this stuff you're wearing is something else." Beatrice rolled out of bed, a smack sounding when her bod met the floor. In return, she let out another groan.
Hayes smiled. "Does it not smell good? I brought some Axe if it doesn't," he panicked.
"Calm down," she retreated from the floor with a smile; recovering from her fall. "You don't need anymore fragrance than you already have- if you put anymore on, I'm pretty sure Antarctica would smell it."
Hayes spit into the sink before wiping his mouth on a white towel that was at one point folded into a neat origami shape. A chuckle slid through his lips with ease, "pretty sure they wouldn't be bothered. I do smell pretty nice; if I say so myself."
Beatrice rolled her eyes, "anyways. I'm going to have to shower so scoot outta' here please." Beatrice bumped Hayes with her hip, trading places with him as she shut the door behind him. "Can you pick out my clothes? I don't know the day's agenda?"
He sent a small nod although she wouldn't see it, already searching through her bag to find the outfit he had specifically planned for today. He knew what the day held in store was something she'd enjoy forever; a memory she'd never want to forget, but instead favor it. Not any friend of anyone would ever bring a friend to something as annual as this, so it was the perfect choice to make.
Beatrice's vocals rang through the entire hotel space (sure, she was singing. No, it wasn't good.) and Hayes snuck his phone out- snapchatting the door, but making sure her voice was heard over the sound of her showerhead spraying loudly.
"Sing a little louder why don't you!" Hayes shouted, sharing the clip to his thousands of fans that managed to create his fanbase. He grabbed her clothes and set them on a small table next to the door, going to sit on the bed to retrieve his tickets for the day. He had lots planned; one of the starting points would be going to eat breakfast at a fancy restaurant (not a cheap McDonalds if he's going to waver his money to her and show her what exactly he could buy the girl- not to sound snotty or anything).
"Shut up, Grier!" She sang quieter, but her voice could still be heard if you listened close enough. Only a few minutes later, the water was put to a halt and the only noise that filled the bathroom was the dripping of the water coming from her hair and meeting the floor. "Do you have my clothes?"
Hayes hurried his task, shoving his phone into his front pocket of his khaki pants. With his time ticking and his company already almost in eyesight, he had many regrets of not doing his simple needs when he had the chance. Now, he can already predict the thoughts floating among Beatrice's face when his face is buried in his phone during breakfast and silent words are spoken.
"Yeah," he spoke distractedly.
The bathroom door peered open with a longing creek, Beatrice's red hand catching air mindlessly as she searches for the clothes Hayes had yet to hand to her. A chuckle erupted the silence, "can I have 'em?"
Hayes' eyes widened in embarrassment, grabbing the clothes and tossing them firmly in her hands, "oops."
With a loud chuckle that voiced itself off the walls of the very expensive hotel room, she closed the door and threw on the articles of clothing Hayes had picked through (and thought out very thoroughly) for her to wear to this special occasion.
Seeing as the coast was clear, he whipped out his phone for the umpteenth time and let his thumbs fly freely across the screen. He sent messages, read them in silence, replied, and furthermore. This, out of all things he's done his whole life, this was the thing he'd need to make sure went smoothly.
Without further ado, Beatrice stepped out of the bathroom fully clothed, clad in black ripped skinny jeans, her favorite 5 Seconds Of Summer shirt, a small black purse to hold her money and phone, and her black Vans settled tightly on her feet. She matched perfectly with Hayes (minus the purse, of course).
With eyebrows raised, she complimented, "not bad style, Grier."
His hand flicked itself, the other putting his phone in his front pocket, "so I've been told."
She giggled, brushing out her wet lilac locks with her brush that Hayes had so kindly remembered.
"We look like some grunge teens," she commented. When the brush was able to comb through her hair without knocking into any knots, she grabbed two small hair ties, and began separating her hair into two parts.
"Well, it's not just my fault. Your hair color isn't helping anyone," he chuckled, "but I'm not gonna lie, it's pretty hot."
With red cheeks and embarrassment, she picked up a pillow and watched it clash with the side of Hayes' quiffed hair. "Stop," she groaned.
"Hurry up," he groaned in return, "we have an exciting day planned and I'm really hungry."
She mocked him silently, her hands moving quickly as she braided both sides of her hair, "let's go."
