We'd arrived at the hotel, it was one of the most amazing places I've been in quite a while. Large water fountains, a cute sitting area with a fireplace; which I was still confused about...it's California, it's supposed to be beautiful 24/7?
Harry was distant, from the time we arrived, to now. After my breakdown, it was awkward. But, I was getting my own room, so I did get my own way, victoriously.
Once getting up to my room, I immediately set my bags onto the floor and collapsed onto the, large, king sized bed that I was going to be laying on by myself.
With a sigh escaping my lips, the mad jet-lag had hit me like a ton of bricks, all at once, causing me to knock out completely. The heat also having a major factor in the sleepiness.
I was awoken 4 hours later with a soft knock at the door, quickly feeling the need to spring up from the bed with a pounding heart that was bound to beat out of my chest at any given moment, ha.
Oh, but of course, the only face that I actually wished to not see, was at my door...none other but a Harry Styles, my boss, the big time CEO of NFL. Jesus, my boyfriend. The man who I absolutely despised at this very moment.
"I, uhm, I'm going to the beach, do you want to come..?", is what he'd mumbled before he gazed down to the ground with a sorrowful look etched on his face. How could I say no to him?
Sighing, I nodded my head slowly and had told him to give me 15 minutes so I could get myself ready for the few hours that are about to take place, hopefully not being the most awkward hours of my life...
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SHORT AS FCUCUCKKKKK, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? ITS AN UPDATE. HA!
in all honesty, i am actually so sorry that i've totally took a...5 month break from writing, oh my lord..
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