Our Moment - Hendall

t w e n t y s e v e n

-Kendall-

Harry had decided we book a room at a hotel which was positioned in the abandoned outskirts of Paris, because it was too dark to drive on a highway.

"So, we're just going to stay here?" I asked, nervously, as I watched Harry shut the door behind him and sift a yawn.

He had also suggested that we get a room together, because he wasn't so comfortable with the other guests we've crossed paths with.

He nodded before adding "We'll leave first thing in the morning," before yawning loudly.

"You don't need anything, do you?" Harry suddenly asked, a small blush rising to my cheeks.

"N-No, I'm fine," I replied, clearing my throat a little and removing my black heels, which have been hurting my feet.

He nods, before walking towards the bed, taking off his blazer in the process, tossing it on top of a nearby chair and sitting on the edge of the large bed.

I watched him as he sleepily took off his shoes and lied down onto the bed, before his eyes met mine.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Harry asked, his voice sounding tired.

"Y-Yeah," I stuttered, as I walked to the other edge of the bed and laid down slowly.

"I don't bite, you know," Harry's sleepy voice made my stomach flip, his back facing me.

"Good night," Harry whispered to me, as I loosed my hair from the ponytail and scooted towards Harry's back, feeling much safer at his presence.

"Good night," I replied.

-An hour or so later-

"H-Harry? T-There's someone outside," I gently shook Harry, upon hearing a commotion outside, and loud knocking on our room door.

Harry just groaned, and I huffed, knowing how much of a deep sleeper he was.

I bravely got up and padded silently across the room. I take a deep breath before unlocking the door and opening it a little, and I stepped forward, allowing my eye to peek.

My breath got hitched in my throat, when the smell of pot invaded my nostrils and a guy, who was reeking of the smell, was standing close enough to the door.

"Hey babe, you alone in there?" The obviously-high guy spoke, as he inched closer, his eyes observing my body in my mini-dress.

He started talking in French, and I couldn't understand him, so I started to slowly shut the door, realizing he was advancing towards me.

The door was near its frame, so I shut it quickly, but the pot-guy was quicker. He had jammed his foot in the small space between the door and the door frame, not allowing the door to close.

"H-Harry!" I shrieked, as I struggled to shut the door, the guy much stronger than me.

"Kendall?" Harry's confused voice had sounded, before he had rushed towards me and the door.

"Shut the door!" I screamed, tears clouding my vision, before Harry nodded and pushed at the door.

"Ah, shit!" The high-guy cursed, before removing his foot and the door finally shut, and Harry had locked it.

I slid down the door, my loud gasps getting the better of me, as Harry kneeled down next to me.

"Are you alright? He didn't touch you, did he?" Harry asked worriedly, as he ran his hand through my messy hair, comforting my racing heart.