Sing My Name

Chapter 4 - A 2 star motel

This is it, the week of Harry styles first upcoming world tour. He still couldn't believe it, he pinched himself. Joe looked back at him from the rearview mirror disapprovingly.
"Harry, my love, could you please not damage the cargo?"
"Cargo? I'm a person you know?" He rolled his eyes at Joe.
"Yes in general you are a person but right now my job is to get you from point A to point B in one piece and unscratched-" He gave Harry another disapproving glance "So if we could please keep our hands off the pop star that would be much appreciated."
Harry twisted his nipple and stuck his tongue out at the driver defiantly.
"Don't make me handcuff you."
"Don't threaten me with a good time" He smirked looking out the window next to him, not looking back at Joe. Joe rolled his eyes and bit his lip. What was he going to do with this rascal? To Joe's dismay it looked like what he would be doing was stopping at the nearest hotel. The rain was falling so hard that he couldn't even see 5 feet in front of him, and he wasn't going to risk driving in this weather on the highway. They would have to wait out the weather. Of course this had to happen. First the driver cancels at the last minute, his backup driver is on vacation and Harry is so picky about who drives him that we couldn't find a replacement in time. Pop stars can be so hard to work with sometimes, they let all that fame and adoration get to their heads. He pulled onto the nearest exit and they found themselves at some 2 star motel that looked like it was even older than Joe and Harrys ages combined.
"Where are we? The Great Depression?" Harry gave a concerned eyebrow at Joe.
"This is going to have to, I couldn't risk getting into an accident just so you can have 5 star room service"
"Fine, but there better not be bed bugs or I'm walking to the 5 star hotel if I have to."
"Deal."
    Joe tried to look for a carpark at the lobby entrance, but had no luck. So he was forced to park in the lot and run through the rain to the entrance, after dropping Harry off at the entrance of course. He was not about to deal with a soaking wet whiney popstar. Harry couldn't avoid getting pretty wet even still because the rain was so relentless outside. He almost choked on this laughter when Joe walked in after him.
    "That's weird. Why did you jump in the pool in your clothes?" Harry poked at Joe.
Joe was too uncomfortable and soggy to even retort back at him. He asked the woman at the check in for two rooms only to find out that all of the rooms were booked except one availability, and it was a single bed. But they could offer him extra pillows and blankets. Joe didn't even have the energy to argue and Harry wasn't even paying attention, he was just scrolling on Pinterest the whole time. Joe nudged Harry with the room key and ordered him to follow.
    "Yes sir, Joe, sir." Harry saluted, trailing him down a long skinny hallway that smelled faintly of coffee and cigarettes. Upon entering, they both settled into the room. Joe was shocked that Harry never complained once about the fact that Joe was in the room. Maybe he was too excited thinking about his tour that he hadn't taken the time to notice yet. Joe went into the bathroom and said "I'm going to take a shower and put on some clean clothes. Do you need to use the bathroom before I get in?"
    Harry just casually called back out to him "Nah, I'm good." and dangled his feet back and forth from the edge of the bed as he laid down scrolling Pinterst again.
    Utter shock drew on Joe's face. He looked in the bathroom mirror with concerned eyebrows. Why was Harry not complaining about having to share a bathroom and not acting like a total diva about this? He shook his head and undressed. But before he hopped into the shower the bathroom door swung open and Harry stood in the doorway with a blank expression on his face as if he didn't even notice a completely nude Joe standing right in front of him. After what seemed like the longest second in Joe's life, Harry's eyes became wide with scared confusion, and he slammed the door shut without saying a word. Joe exclaimed through the door "What the heck man? I just said I was going to be in here showering!"
    "Why would I think you were showering in my bathroom? Use your own hotel room! I thought it was strange that you asked if I needed to use the bathroom before you left, but I just thought you were being a thoughtful manager concerned about my bowel movements. Which now in retrospect i think would have actually been even weirder, so..."
    "Well I can't use my own room because there is only one room left in the entire motel."
    "Oh, seriously? Well why didn't you just say that?"
    "Because I wanted to see how long I could get away with not having to hear you whine about it."
    "Why are you so sure that I would whine about it?"
    "Because you literally whine about everything, your whining is the entire reason I'm stuck here being your chauffeur in the first place."
    "Whatever, you are being so dramatic, now can you just get in the shower so I can take a leak?"
    "You're seriously going to take a leak while I'm in here?"
    "Yea who cares? I'm not going to risk getting a bladder infection because of you, so get in the shower already"
    "You are not going to get as bladder infection for waiting for 5 minutes for me to shower"
    "Well, actually I've already been waiting for 5 minutes because of all your yapping so get in the shower already if you don't want me to see your junk... again"
    "Did you say 'Again'?" Joe was drowning in red rosy blushes.
    "Don't say I didn't warn you," Harry sang as he clicked the bathroom door open. Joe leaped into the cold shower, heart racing a thousand miles an hour. The water hadn't heated up yet but he wasn't even cold because he was burning up with embarrassment. Why him? He just wanted to get this over with so he could get back to being a very important CEO to a very successful business who has mountains of paperwork and emails to worry about. How did he even end up in this ridiculous situation? Thankfully the noise of running water drowned out the sound of Harry's stream, so to speak. At least that bit of awkwardness in this already insufferably inconvenient situation was avoided. Actually, he spoke too soon. He could definitely hear him. On that note, Joe plugged his ears and winced. This had to be the least relaxing shower of his entire life. Not to mention probably the dingiest shower he's ever stepped into to top it off. He wouldn't call himself high maintenance but can a man just get 5 minutes to himself? He was kind of glad now that he never had kids because if they were anything like Harry, he didn't know how he would be able to deal with them, or maybe Harry was just a special breed of difficult. Harry made one last comment before leaving the bathroom "Don't feel embarrassed, Joe. You actually have a pretty nice body. I'm almost jealous" he laughed jokingly. Joe finally heard the door close behind Harry. Finally, a long awaited moment of peace.