The Hotel - H.S.

Chapter 34

Zoey's POV

I had flown out those hospital doors and right back into the lobby of my favorite place on the planet. It would always be the place where the best month of my life had happened. I was leaving the next morning, finally heading back to California with my mom, but I wanted to spend my last night there in the music room, walking through my greatest times and probably crying my ass off. But I was eager for it, entering the lobby for possibly the last time. I strolled towards the front desk, a few steps ahead of my mom as she spoke with my sister on the phone, seeing both Paul and May standing side by side, looking downwards at paperwork, I was so glad they were both here, I needed to tell them how much I loved them in person before I left. 

I stepped up to the desk but they were both focused hard on a piece of paper that May held, not even noticing me. Smiling, I reached out and rang the bell with a startling DING that had both heads snapping up at me at the same time. My smile grew as their eyes widened in perfect unison. May let out a sob and instantly ran to the back office to exit the desk, while Paul just stood frozen and stared. I stared back, nodding at him and feeling tears on my cheeks before I was tackled by May and we both ended up on the ground. Suddenly Paul jumped up onto the counter and over the tall desk, landing on the ground near us with an 'Oof'. He reached for us and we became a tangle of arms and legs and tears as we hugged. 

"Remission, guys. I'm out and I'm going home." I laughed, sitting back onto my knees finally. 

"What? Don't fuck with me, are you serious?!" May gasped, smacking my knee.

"What did Harry say??" Paul asked excitedly as he rose to his feet.

"Harry?" I asked, confused, at the exact moment that May replied "Paul!" in a scolding manner. 

"What!?" Paul looked at May with big eyes.

"Harry?" I asked again, looking at May. As far as I knew he had moved on with his life. Probably still working on his album and getting ready for his big show in New York in a week. "Harry wouldn't want me to interrupt his work after everything I already put him through here with the press." I concluded when May didn't answer. At that though, she huffed out a breath and climbed to her feet before extending a hand to me and helping me stand. 

"Jesus Zoey, I know you can't believe that shit." She scolded me. 

"Is Harry your British friend from the phone?" My mom asked from behind us. 

"Come on, you didn't even tell your mom?" May asked, starting to look angry.

"I am trying to move on, as I'm sure he is." I answered, looking at my feet. "I have done enough damage to him already, Mayflower." I finished on a whisper. Paul gave a sarcastic snort before turning to my mom.

"Yes, he is her British friend. And he's totally in love with her. And she is in love with him. And he called daily for months trying to get updates on her, and paid for all your families stays because he wasn't moving on and was so worried about her. He only stopped obsessing because May told him he needed to." He then turned to me. "Don't be an idiot, you have another chance and you need to at least tell him you're ok, if nothing else. He has never stopped caring, I know that for a fact."

I raised my fingers up and covered my mouth, eyes wide. This new information was hitting me like a ton of bricks and had knocked the wind right out of me, while also filling my chest with a white hot excitement that I couldn't even wrap my head around. 

"He called?" I asked, choking on my tears.

"Of course he fucking called!" May yelled at me, "He called and worried and broke down. It was hurting him too much so I made him stop since we never had any new information."