Part the Seas (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 7:In the Way

The taxi halted to a stop in front of the Shorefront Hotel.  Paul and Mark hopped out of the vehicle and made their way through yet another crowd of screaming teens.  Opening the building's door, he motioned to us to come.

Linked hand in hand, Harry and I emerged first.  We speedily walked to the entrance, escorted by Mark, with Veronica and Niall following close behind.  Once inside, we made a beeline for the elevator.  As we stood and waited to reach the seventh floor, a haze of exhaustion unexpectedly washed over me.  I didn't realize how tired I was until now.

And Harry noiced.  To hold me up better, his long, slender arms encircled my waist.  His chin propped up on my shoulder, and he gave me a reassuring peck.  "You can rest awhile when we get to our rooms," he whispered. "I'll admit, I'm a bit tired myself."

The elevator door opened, and we all filed out.  At the end of a long hallway we stopped.  Fishing through his pockets, Paul brough out a card and inserted it into the slot above the doorknob of a large, chestnut-colored door.  He then turned the knob, and when he opened the door I couldn't believe my eyes.

The room was like a palace; it was bright and open, with a large king-sized bed and a giant flat-screen T.V.  A spiraling flight of stairs led up to a loft.  The windows were all open, with the linen curtains softly fluttering as the wind passed through.  The entire suite consisted of fancy furniture, and the walls were decorated with breathtaking pictures of Miami.

After looking around the room, my awestruck eyes turned towards Harry.  He was grinning ear-to-ear, his dimples very visible.  Tousling his curls, he hopefully asked, "What do you think?"

Immediately I returnedthe loving smile and hugged him. "Oh my God Hazz!  We couldn't be more grateful! Thank you so much!"

"You're very welcome. Niall chipped in quite a bit, too.  We wanted you two to feel utmostly comfortable in Miami."

He gestured to Niall, who Veronica had wrapped her arms around in an embrace of appreciation.

Paul broke the silence.  "The boys' rooms are a little bit down the hall, same with mine.  If anything is wrong, just shout out my name and I'll come running."  And for the first time I saw him smile.  It was barely one, just a tug on the edges of his lips, but it gave me a sense of security.  Paul has been through so much, guarding the boys and keeping the crowds under control.  I was so grateful for all his help.

Veronica tried to stifle a yawn, but she couldn't fool Niall.  He gently led her to the large bed.  "Ronnie, you need to rest," he said softly.  "or else you'll crash out tonight!"  She reluctantly subsided.

Harry took my hand and we walked up the stairs to my left room.  "You too, beautiful," he gently commanded. "You're exhausted.  Lie down for an hour so you'll be more awake for tonight."

I couldn't hold back a tired yawn.  "Oh...okay." I responded.  He turned to leave. "Wait, Hazza--"

He stopped in front of the stairs and looked back at me, his curious eyes gleaming.  "Yes, love?"

 My words fumbled.  "Hazza--before you leave, I uh, I want you--to kiss me."  I stood there dumbly, my face burning a bright crimson.

Harry walked over till our faces were inches apart.  He wrapped his arms around my waist.  Our torsos touched, and my hands pressed against his chest.  His eyes held a look of passion and happiness.  "It's been a month since I've felt your lips." he whispered, his voice so deep it was barely audible.

Before I could respond, his lips collided into mine.  His arms tightened, and I pushed back until I half-sat on the bed.  My hands made their way up his neck, reaching his hair.  My fingers tousled through his curls, lightly tugging.  A deep throaty moan escaped his lips, and he added more force to the kiss.  He moved closer, until he was above me, his strong arms bracing himself on the bed.  After a few more moments he pulled away.  He looked down at me, a playful look on his face.  "I think I'll make you even more tired now," he softly spoke.  He planted a kiss on my nose.  "To be continued?"