Finding My Soulmate

Chapter 33

Hazel

A whole floor. A whole freaking floor. That's what the boys get at their nice, fancy hotel. Granted the rooms are for them and their managers and all the other important people that work with them, but still. A whole floor. It's crazy. I wouldn't even be able to afford half a day here, it's so nice.

Harry and I picked a room while everyone else does the same. The room we chose was beyond beautiful. It had tiled floors with a deep burgundy area rug in the living room. Yes a living room. This room was that huge. There was a large black leather couch and a matching love seat surrounding a giant flat screen tv. There was also a little kitchen area with a small fridge and a stove and a small table. The bathroom was enormous! The room was all white with a double sink vanity, a huge walk in shower and a jacuzzi tub big enough for like 8 people. Do people actually live like this? This is nuts. The bed was nice. It was big and comfy, it was the first thing I tested when we walked in. It was the most comfortable hotel bed I've ever been on.

"This place is absolutely amazing," I say, gazing out the sliding glass doors that opened up to a small balcony. The view was nice, overlooking Orlando's busy streets.

"It is isn't?" Harry said, coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Do you guys stay in places like this everywhere you go?" I asked, amazed.

"Pretty much," he says all nonchalant.

"Do you not like it?" I ask, confused by his answer. He didn't sound all that enthused.

"No I do. I guess it just gets old sometimes and I don't understand why we have to stay at places so extravagant. We are only hear for a night or so, we don't need these big fancy rooms with all the amenities. We are hardly ever here. Just doesn't make much sense," he tells me.

"I get that. How are you doing? Beside being tired? Has this week off helped you rest up?" I ask him, concerned. We haven't really talked again about him taking time off or going on his own since the first time we spoke of it.

"I feel like I would need more than a week to catch up on sleep," he said sadly, "but this past couple weeks with you has been truly amazing. It has helped me relax some though. Being with you helps me...be me, if that makes any sense."

"It does. It must get so hard trying to be who management wants you to be. Always having to make sure you don't say things out of line or do anything to extreme."

"Yeah, it's like every time we are in front of a camera or a mic doing interviews, we have to almost put on an act, we can still be ourselves, but not ourselves. I mean, you've seen Louis, he has a witty comeback for just about everything but during interviews he has to tone it down a lot. It took us a long time to get that. I understand why we have to, everything in the media gets all twisted and can make things look really bad, but it doesn't make it any easier."

"Have you talked with the other guys about how you feel? Or management?" I asked cautiously.

He sighed, "not yet. The next time we are all together I may bring it up. I think the guys are feeling the same way. I think we all just need a break." He tells me, looking sad and worried.

"Hey, don't worry, okay? Everything will be ok. You guys will figure everything out and will do what's best for all of you. Try not to worry about what everyone else will say," i tell him, hoping my words help. I could see the worry in his eyes. I know he is stressed and it kills me knowing there's not much I can do for him.

He turns me around, keeping his hands around my waist, "you always know what to say to make me feel better," he kisses my forehead, "have I told you how much I love you today?"