Hoax

Chapter twenty-four

Estelle Adler 

"You sure?"

"Yes. Red is your colour"

"Seriously?"

"Yes!"

"Don't you think-"

"No, Luc. I don't." I state firmly. "Wear the red one...you look so hot; Dan won't be able to keep his eyes off you"

Lucy smiles.

"Now you've got a little over an hour before you'll be sipping champagne downstairs, so I trust I can leave you to get ready?" I say, giving a reassuring smile.

I've been helping Lucy try on numerous dresses and aiding her with her last-minute table decorations, for at least a couple of hours and I'm shattered.

Quite frankly, having a little nap wouldn't be unwelcome...but, of course that nap would occur in the bed that Harry and I are SHARING this weekend.

There's no escape.

"Yeah, I'll be downstairs ASAP – you know where to go?" Lucy asks, taking one last look at the red dress lying on the bed.

"The Amber Suite?" I ask.

Lucy nods.

"See you soon" I smile and leave Lucy's room in pursuit of my own, a few floors down.

My attitude towards this wedding has completely done a 180 in the past few days.

I almost think I wouldn't be dreading this weekend as much if Harry and I hadn't been sexually active together a few days ago...and that's putting it nicely.

I just feel so awkward around him now, which seems to transpire into me getting all flustered or angry every time he says or does something.

I don't know how Harry's keeping his cool.

If anything, he's being nicer to me this weekend than he has ever been.

I find myself knocking on our room's door, where a few seconds later, Harry appears.

His brunette hair is slightly damp and he's wearing a white robe.

I laugh as he permits me into the room.

"What?" He asks, sounding miffed.

"Sorry" I state, taking in Harry's robe again as the door slams shut. "I just didn't have you down as the 'hotel room robe' type"

"Why, because it's white and I don't wear any colour but BLACK, you mean?" He states, raising his eyebrows into his curly, mess of hair.

I shrug with a telling smirk on my lips.

I flop back down onto the bed which is, for some reason, rather messy and close my eyes.

"The things I'd do for a nap right now" I whisper to myself, as I start to yawn.

"Did she pick a dress after three hours of deciding?" Harry asks, though his tone is rather pissy.

"Uh-huh" I respond, keeping my eyes closed until I feel a weight press down on the bed next to me.

My eyes shoot open as I realise Harry's sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at me.

His green eyes inspecting me like I'm some fine antique.

My eyes shoot down to his lips which are softly curved upwards.

I sit up swiftly in order to counter the feeling of somersaults in my tummy.