Vogue.

Nine.

Celine

On our way through the lobby I could feel the warmth moving up my throat again.

"Wait-" My fingers caught the material of Harry's top, making him stop.

"Not here." He turned to face me and held my shoulders. "If you throw up right now, I'm not letting it get everywhere, so you'll be throwing up on me, I'd really rather you not-"

I sucked in a breath making him shut up.

"Okay, come on." I pushed him towards the elevators. I felt him hold onto my hand, and tug me, quickly.

"You can throw up in here, if you absolutely can't help it."He told me. "But nobody needs a picture of you tossing your cookies everywhere."

"That means a lot to me." I say, watching him hit his floor.

"I know, having a video of you puking floating around the internet really isn't fun." He shook his head.

"There's a video of you puking on the internet?" I frown.

"No," He looked at me. "There's two."

I cringed and reached out to pat his shoulder. He gave me a wry smile, making me grin. The door opened and he let me step out first. I looked around the spacious corridor with all the spaced out doors.

"415." He told me, I watched as I passed 411, then stopped before his door. I lifted my hand to cover my mouth, feeling my throat start to burn. I let out a short groan, and leaned forward. I felt a hand on my back. "Go ahead," I stood and walked inside, the bathroom was to my right, and in front of me with the bedroom.

"Excuse m-" I hurried into the bathroom. I tried pushing the door closed but Harry pushed it back open. He was over me in seconds and pulling my hair back. "I'm okay-" I breathed.

"Really because-"

Harry

"Can you please leave?" She asks, weakly. I ignore her, taking the hairband she had from around her wrist and tying her hair in a ponytail. "Harry, please? This really isn't attractive." She gave a tiny laugh.

"I'll be right out here if you need anything. I'll check on you in a minute." I told her, standing up. I slid out of the door and towards my bed. I pulled the vibrating phone out of my back pocket. It was Celine's. She had two messages from Naomi. I don't know her password so I can't open them. I slid the notifications sideways to call her. I lifted the phone and sat down.

"LiLi, hey, how's it going?" She answered.

"It isn't Celine, its Harry." I clear my throat.

"Oh, what's up, where's Lina?"

"She's sick, she must have a bug-"

"Oh, great. It' not a bug, Aiden's throwing up too." She said through a sigh.

"It must be food poisoning." I winced.

"She didn't even get to her drink." I shook my head.

"Where are you guys now?"

"My hotel, I'm gonna get her some medicine, she said she'd get herself a room, but that probably won't happen, I'm just gonna let her take my bed." I say, looking at the chair in the corner of the room.

"Well thank you for taking care of her, I'll let Cara know."

"Alright, bye." I hung up, hearing her throwing up. I sighed and picked up the room phone to call the lobby.

I ordered up some stomach relief medicine and chamomile tea, so she could sleep.

"Hey," I knocked on the door. "You okay?" I heard the toilet flushing, a whimper, then snivel.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She called.

"I got you some medicine and tea, it should help you feel better and sleep." I told her, peaking in through the crack. She looked up at me and closed her eyes.

"Thank you."

"You need anything?" I ask, hearing a knock at the door.

"Um yeah, will you see if there are any available rooms here? I don't exactly feel like traveling-"

"That won't be necessary." I said, walking to the door. "Hi."

"Stomach relief and Chamomile." The man gave me a smile.

"Thank you." I gave him a few dollars for tip. He cringed hearing her throw up again.

"Good luck." He left with a nod. I sighed and sat the tablets down and made the tea with the coffee maker they provided.

"Hey," I looked up, seeing Celine crossing her arms at me.

"Here you go." I put the tablets in the tea and stirred it for her. "It's pretty warm." I let her take it and blow on it. I looked at the wet spot on her dress as she sat at the end of my bed. She noticed and sighed.

"I kind of..." She shook her head, and let it fall onto her knees.

"Okay," I breathed. "I'll be back, please don't go anywhere." I said, I grabbed my room key and went towards the door.

"Where are you going?" She questions.

"Just don't leave, this date isn't over." I leave with a smirk. I went down to the Gift Shop off of the lobby, to see it closing. "Wait, wait." I called, knocking on the glass.

"We're closed honey." The lady said.

"Please, my friend got food poisoning from the Pasta she had, and she got vomit on her dress, I just need a sweat suit, please?" I ask, watching her look around. She sighed.

"Come on in." She unlocked the door.

"Thank you so much." I breathed. I walked over to where the sweats and sweaters reading things like NYC or The Big Apple were displayed. I grabbed one of the sweaters with an apple on it and a black pair of cropped sweats, labeled with NYC.

"Will that be all?" The lady asked me, opening her register.

"Yes, and thank you again." I nod, watching her scan them. I paid with a twenty.

"Take care, I hope your friend feels better." She said, locking the door.

"You too, and thanks." I went back up to the room, with the outfit, hopefully they'd fit I hadn't even checked the size. Like that mattered, I couldn't guess what she wore. She was thin but very curvaceous. "Celine." I said, walking in. Her tea was still untouched, and I could hear her in the bathroom. "Lina." I knocked and pushed the door open. "Hey, I got you some clothes, why don't you shower, and I'll warm up your tea." I told her.

"Trying to get me out of my clothes on the first date?" She asks, flushing the toilet, and standing up.

"You want the definition of an escort?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.

"Get out." She chuckled, pushing me, and taking the clothes. I closed the door, and to my bed. Cara had messaged me, asking how Celine was. I told her she was showering, I got her some clothes, tea, and medicine, which sufficed for Cara.