~*~ Harry (continued) ~*~
After a quick dinner, the six of them head to their hotel to check in. If the look on Niall’s face is anything to go by, he’s awestruck by the extravagance the hotel exudes. Louis pushes his mouth closed with a finger under his chin causing everyone else to snicker even though he can tell they are all a bit speechless.
“We’re sharing a suite. Give me a minute to check us in,” Louis tells them. Kissing Harry quickly, he makes his way to the front desk.
“Good evening, Mr. Tomlinson. I hope your flight was enjoyable. We received your deliveries not long ago, and they have already been taken to your room. Kameron will be your suite attendant for the duration of your stay. He is on call for you and your guests at all times, day or night. Please don’t hesitate to let him know if you need anything at all,” the woman informs Louis as she hands him several key cards for their suite. “Have you made a decision on which venue you would like to use tonight?”
Louis hands the woman a file folder. “Please let them know we will arrive around 10:00 p.m.”
“Yes, sir.”
Louis turns to face the group and motions for them to join him. Harry takes Louis’ outstretched hand, and they follow him to the lift. “Do you own this hotel, too?” Harry whispers in Louis’ ear, careful that no one else can overhear.
Louis scrunches his nose. “Partially. I share ownership right now, but I am in talks to buy the other owner out next month.”
“What the hell, Lou? How many hotels do you own?”
“Currently twenty-eight. Several of them are here in the US, but there are others all over the place.” Louis chuckles at Harry’s shocked face. With a smile, he kisses him quickly. “I want to take you to every one of them.”
“What’s the plan for tonight? Do you know of any good bars?” Niall interjects, slipping between Harry and Louis and slinging his arms around their shoulders, effectively ending their quiet conversation.
Louis nods. “I do, but we have somewhere to go first.”
“Is it a club? Oh, or a show? I would love to see Celine,” Liam sighs with a dreamy look on his face.
“We could go gambling. I’ve always wanted to try slots,” Gemma suggests eagerly.
“Harry and I are getting married tonight,” Louis drops idly as if mentioning the weather.
“Oh, my God!” “Excuse me? What did you say?” “Wait, what?” Gemma, Liam, and Niall all start talking at once.
Harry ducks his head and chuckles, the cacophony of sound getting louder with each passing second until Zayn steps in. “We need to get dressed. What time do we leave?”
Louis checks the time on his phone. “We have an hour or so to get ready. There are showers for each room. Harry and I are in the master bedroom. There are two other rooms and a pull-out sofa if anyone doesn’t want to share.”
“I’ll share with Liam,” Zayn offers, prompting a soft, shy look from Liam.
“I can share with Gemma or take the pull out. Either one is fine with me,” Niall throws out as he releases Harry and Louis when the lift arrives.
