Two Against One

Chapter 7

"Wow..." I sigh in pure admiration of the literal heaven I was going to be living in for the next three weeks.

"It's something huh?" Rachel murmurs, setting her bag down on the bed closest to the door we had just entered through. The room was amazing; it was the size of about two large living rooms put together. On the right wall was two king sized beds, each with their own flat-screen tv mounted on the other wall. The left wall had three couches, a love seat; a triple cushion; and a recliner. But the bathroom? Holy shit I'd retire there if I could. The tub was massive. Jets all around it and a wide shower head. Across from it sat two large sinks and a big mirror. The floor was a beautiful black marble tile. Hell, even the toilet was gorgeous.

"It's awesome!" Lizzy exclaims as she dumps her suitcase onto the floor and runs to the window, taking in the amazing view. We were on the fourth floor- second from the top- so we had a great view. We could even see Big Ben from our window.

"This is going to be great," Jenna squeals jumping onto the bed that was next to the window. I threw my suitcase onto the floor next to Lizzy's and jumped on top of Jenna.

"Ah!" Jenna cries. "Someone help! A monkey's broken into our room!" I slapped her arm causing her to scream.

"Monkey?!" I exclaim climbing on top of her and bouncing.

"Did someone call for help?!" Rachel says from the other side of the room. She rushes over and grabs me by the waist, picking me up throwing me next to Lizzy who screams and starts wrestling with me.

"Trying to get your ass kicked?" she asks, pinning me on the bed.

"You['re the one who's ass is about to get kicked!" I yell at her, trying not to laugh. Catching her off guard, I flip her off the bed. "HA! I'm the queen of this castle!" I exclaim in victory, standing on the bed.

"I don't think so!" Rachel yells, coming to the bed and pouncing on me. 

There's a knock on the door. We all stop what we were doing and put on our best poker faces like we hadn't just been wrestling like a group of twelve year old boys. Jenna ran over to the door and opened it.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" Louis asks us as he walks into our room and peers around.

"A sneak attack!" I yell as I jumped onto his back and ruffled his hair. "What else would it be?" I jump down and sit on the love-seat sofa.

"Well from our point of view it kind of sounded like bunch of animals," Harry chuckles sitting down next to me.

"We were enjoying our room," Jenna states.

"That's quite the way to enjoy something," Liam laughs, walking over to Jenna and giving her a hug. He sits down on the recliner inviting Jenna to sit on his lap, which she does. Niall and Zayn walked in with what seems to be grocery bags in their hands.

"What's all that stuff?" I ask. Whatever it was, there was a hell of a lot of it.

"Food of course!" Niall exclaims as he takes a seat on the three-cushioned couch.

"Obviously." Rachel rolls her eyes teasingly. "But the real question is," she continues, "is what type of food." She walks over to Zayn and gives him a small peck on the lips, before taking the bags from his arms and setting it on the small table to examine what was inside. I start walking over to the table, curious to see what was in there too, as Harry gets up and walks over the same time. We walk into each other which somehow causes Harry to bump his hand on my bum.

"Sorry," he says in a tone which makes it clear he's not sorry at all.

"There are chips in there right?" I ask, opening up the bag so I could see its contents. I immediately grab the Doritos that I saw and ran to the other side of the room since everyone else was crowded into a group. "DORITOS!" I declare, holding the bag of chips in the air. Harry turns his head and grins.

"Share with me?" Harry asks walking over.

"Nope," I say with a giggle. Did I seriously just giggle?  I need to get ahold of myself.

He takes a few steps over to me. "Now, Tabitha, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way, but either way, I'm getting those chips," Harry states. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Is that so?" I ask. He nods and takes a few more steps towards me. We were only about five feet away from each other. "Cause I'm thinking that you aren't getting any chips at all," I continue, standing my ground.

"That's funny... cause I'm thinking I will," Harry says mischievously. He tries grabbing for the chips but I snatch them away before he can.

"You'll never get them Styles," I tell him before I run to the door leading out of our room and continue down the hall to who knows where. I stop about halfway down the hallway and looked behind me, seeing if he was following... part of me hoping he is. I don't see him until I hear our room door open and close, Harry appearing. He scans down the opposite side of the hallway then turns his head and sees me. With a wide grin he sprints down to where I'm standing with lighting quick speed. I go to turn around and flee but at the last second he grabs my waist and pulls me into him. I try to wriggle out of his grasp but but his large hands keep me in place. "Let go Harry!" I scream at him I can't help but laugh.

"I don't think so love," Harry says but a second later releases his grip and grabs my shoulders instead, pinning me to the wall. "So," Harry breathes, slowly closing the distance between us. I couldn't move, I was truly trapped now. But even if I could move, I wouldn't.

"Easy way or hard way?" he purrs into my ear.

"Well does the 'easy way' consist of?" I ask him trying my hardest not to melt on the spot because of how close we were.

"You handing the Doritos to me without fight," Harry tells me taking another small step towards me, causing my breath to hitch.

"And the hard way?" I question. Harry smiles cheekily and looks down making sure to keep his eyes on mine.

"You'd regret not picking the easy way," he grins.

"Well it's not going to be the easy way," I say challengingly, my heart speeding up.

"The hard way it is" Harry says at almost a whisper, his grin still etched on his face. In one quick movement his eyelids close and his lips start to attack mine. As much as I love it, I pull away and place a finger over his lips.

"What about you girlfriend?" I question, my eyebrow raised. I remove my finger from Harry's mouth before he gives a quiet chuckle.

"Ended it before we left. Not like she'd go three weeks without a guy to cling onto anyways," he says nonchalantly. "Can I kiss you now? I can't stand being this close and not being able to touch you."

I nodded slightly as his lip slowly pressed onto mine, making the kiss slower and more passionate than the first. Lord help me.