Random One Shots/Short Stories

H.S One Shot

This is my first time writing anything ever and I chose to do smut first so I apologize in advance, it was for an insta group chat I was in to see if I could even write anything at all😐

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You've got to be kidding me right now.

It's 2:03 in the morning, and what do I hear?

Harry.
Fucking Harry.

Of course he would have another girl over tonight. Why wouldn't he? It's not as if he gave an ounce of thought to my request for him to please shut the fuck up tonight. Of course not. All I can hear again, for the third night in a row on this stupid work trip, is the boom of his dreadful voice through the walls and the irritating sound of a woman's giggling, giggling that sounds a bit too desperate I might add.

I roll my eyes to myself in the dark room and turn onto my side, covering my exposed ear with another pillow from the bed, trying to drown out the annoyance. I can't stand him. He is the most inconsiderate person I've ever met. The pillow over my ear isn't working, I can still hear everything. At this point, not only is it annoying to hear him and his conquests on the other side of the door, but it's literally getting in the way of my sleep, which is not good for me by any means. Why should I have to listen to this? Why does he get to sit in there having his fun, while I lay in this hotel bed letting him annoy me? I've had enough. Harry has made it abundantly apparent to me that he has no regard for anyone other than himself, and especially not me. He plays games with people, with me. Everything with him is just that, a game. From the way he messed with me two months ago when I started this job, to the way he "accidentally" spills black coffee on my white car occasionally, to this.  We have three more nights left of this trip, and I'll be damned if I let him rob me of one more second of sleep. If if he wants to play games, then I do too.

I hop off of the bed and make my way to my suitcase. I quickly unzip the medium sized pocket and feel around for what I'm looking for, it's dark, but I could make out the shape of my suitcase without needing to turn on the lights. My hands feel around until they come in contact with the cylinder shaped item, grabbing it and zipping the suitcase back up. I walk back to the bed, sitting down and grabbing my phone off of the nightstand. I type in the passcode to unlock it and look though my playlist. I find the perfect song, "Gives You Hell" by The All American Rejects. It's loud and it also gets my message across, which is a plus. I press play, and suddenly my hotel room is booming from wall to wall with the song coming through the speaker in my hand, set to full volume. I set it on the nightstand, leaning it against the wall so that it is as loud as possible in Harry's room.  But that doesn't seem like enough, so I start to belt the words myself. I look and sound like an idiot, but so does he. Every single day. I let the song play and sing along to it, hoping that this spoils their fun for the moment, at least.

"When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!" I sing into the room.

"When you hear this song and you sing along, no, you never tell. Then you're the fool, I'm just as well, hope it gives you hell!"

A few minutes later, the song is over, and she's still laughing, except now, he is too.

They're definitely laughing at me.

That wasn't good enough.

I have to play dirty I guess.

Fine, Harry. I'll play dirty. I can't believe I'm letting him get to me this badly. I can't believe I'm this bothered by someone, by him. I feel an almost insatiable rage towards him at any given moment, no matter what he's doing, and it only gets worse when he's doing something to make me angry. Like what he's doing right now. Why does he need to have a girl over every night? Why does she always have to be almost as annoying as he is? Is he doing this on purpose? Or does he actually like these girls?