The Bad Boy

Chapter 140

Harry's P.O.V.

The cab drops Gemma and I off at the curb in front of some hotel. I don't really hear the rate for the room Gemma picked for us, but I hand over my credit card anways. Then I follow Gemma up to our room on one of the middle floors in this big ass hotel. I'm sure it cost a shit ton of money but I couldn't care less at the moment. All I care about is getting to Stephanie. I think back to when we were at the lookout pier or some shit and she said that the farther apart we get the more the string connecting us pulls on our chest, and the more it pulls the more it hurts. She was right, I feel like my heart is trying to escape from my chest.

"Harry? Did you hear me?" Gemma asks.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. "No, not really."

She huffs. "I've heard about this great club, I'm going tonight. Do you want to come with me?" She asks.

"You're not going out clubbing." I snap. How could she even think about that. "And I'm sure as hell not going with you."

"I'll go with or without you, the question was asking if you wanted to come." Gemma turns, her hand on her hip that's cocked to the side.

God, why is she so stubborn?! On the other hand, she's shorter than Steph and it's pretty funny to look at her all mad. "I'm not going and you're not going alone."

"Fine, I'll go ask the concierge that checked us in. He was cute." Gemma shrugs and starts to the door. I know she'll do it so I think back to the glances I got of the concierge. Jet black quiff, tattoo sleeves, and a lip piercing....he looks just like me which means absolutely f****** not.

"I'LL GO!" I shout right as she pulls the door open.

"That's what I thought." She closes the door and flashes me an evil grin before heading into the bedroom, saying she has to make a call.

"YOU'RE PREGNANT, REMEMBER!" I call right as the door closes.

"I didn't say I was going to drink." She opens the door long enough to stick her head out and say that.

I roll my eyes but flop down onto the couch, too exhausted to fight with her. I open the book that has all of Stephanie's highlights in it and start to read but soon my eyes grow too heavy to keep open.

Stpehanie's P.O.V.

"I was thinking we could order takeout and watch a movie tonight, if that's okay with you." Miles says once I've hopped off the coffee table and turned off the stereo.

"Actually I had something else in mind." I say.

"What is that?" Miles asks.

"Clubbing." I answer simply.

"I don't know Steph....I don't really do clubbing...." Miles runs a hand over the back of his neck.

"Please Miles! It'll be fun...." I plead.

"I've never actually been before." Miles admits with a sigh.

"So? C'mon we'll have so much fun!" I beg.

"Fine." Miles gives in. "What club were you planning on?"

"I don't really know. It's New York, I figured we'd just walk until we find one." I shrug.

"What do you wear to a club, anyways?" Miles asks.

"Shorts and a t-shirt." I answer. Harry usually just wears black jeans and a black t-shirt but Miles doesn't seem like the type to wear black.

"Like khaki shorts or....?" Miles trails off, his cheeks red.

"Oh my gosh, no. Just let me look in your closet." I grab his hand and drag him back, turning into his bedroom. It's painted a light blue with brown and white accents, and it looks just like Miles.

I throw open the white closet doors and step inside the walk in. His closet is about the size of Harry and....Harry's apartment. I step in, reaching up to pull on the cord that flicks on the light. I search around the neatly organized shelves until I find a plain white Polo t-shirt.

I hand it to Miles and he gives it a funny look. "I've been meaning to throw this out, it's too casual for my taste."

"Well, it's perfect for tonight." I tell him, sorting through stacks of shorts until I come across a pair of cargo shorts shoved in the back corner underneath a pair of joggers. I hand those too him too.

"Stephanie, I never wear this stuff. It will look ridiculous on me!" Miles protests.

"Just get dressed! I'll be waiting in the living room, and you'll look fine!" I tell him before walking out of the room and closing his door behind me.