Just Like a Stallion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

I was in complete disbelief. We’ve been stuck in this fucking room for over four hours and all we had to do was turn the doorknob counterclockwise? Grant it, I never tried the door because, well, I wasn’t able to get up and try it due to my current predicament. But still! Harry was the one who was supposed to be dealing with it! Well, not much I can do about it now. Giving it some more thought I actually preferred this closet instead of being on that overheated dance floor. I sat up a little bit and took my phone out of my purse.  I looked at the time and saw that it was midnight. At this point, I really just want to go home and have a never-ending catnap with Maxine. I shoved my phone in between my boobs and was about to start shifting up. Louis and Harry gave me a weird look. They must think I’m psychotic.

“What?” I yelled, struggling. My ankle was still in excruciating pain. They both widened their eyes.

“Charles, stay still, we’ll help you…” Harry said calmly, cautiously approaching me. 

“I can do it myself!” I replied adamantly as usual. I’ll admit it; I am an extremely stubborn person. What can I say? It’s the Irish in me. I wonder if Niall acts the same way…

Harry gave me a patronizing look. I wanted to slap him silly. I huffed, realizing that I wouldn’t be able to walk on my own.

“Louis, get over here!” I snapped impatiently.

He walked over, “Yes your highness?” Both he and Harry snickered. I violently flicked his shoulder. 

“Grab my purse and shoes.” I said demandingly. I’m going to have to leave barefoot, seeing as how heels probably wouldn’t be the best idea for a sprained ankle.

“What’s the magic word?” He said in a mocking tone.

I glared at him. I must look like that kid from the Exorcist right now. Demon child! Wait, I’m not a child, I’m a young adult. Demon young adult! Doesn’t have the same ring to it…

“Please…”  I said gritting my teeth. He smiled and happily took my shoes and purse. I then motioned Harry to come closer.

“Okay, this will work out if I just place my hand on your back for support and-“ He cut me off and instantly knelt down and picked me up. He placed his left hand under my thighs and his right supporting my lower back. He stood up and was carrying me bridal style. I don’t quite know what to say to this…

“Right umm… this works too.” I said shrugging. He looked down grinning at me. His dimples were so freaking adorable, I just wanted to poke them all night long. His forest-green orbs were eyeing my body, I felt goose bumps forming.  Though I felt vulnerable and nervous that I had no control, I was relieved that Harry was willing to do this for me. You have no idea how exhausted and sore I felt. Gently leaning against his shoulder, we started walking out of the closet and continued down the hallway. 

“Wait, but we came in from the other direction.” I said while yawning.

“Lou said there was a back door this way to avoid the paparazzi.” He replied smoothly.

Hmm… I never really thought about the paparazzi until Harry just mentioned it. Honestly I never even noticed any around whenever we were together. Grant it, he usually wore glasses disguising his face a little. I suppose another factor is because the town we’re in is small and quiet. Definitely not a place you’d find a celebrity. Then it hit me. Did Harry live in my little London town? I wonder…