Love In The Friendly Skies. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Chapter 4

I got to the hotel and checked in.  I loved this hotel and its history.  It was known for its celebrity sightings and guests but it also had a mystique about it.  It was nice to be back in California if only for a week.  I had a lot of great memories of Los Angeles.

I got to my room and waited for the porter to bring my bags to the room.  In the meantime, I grabbed my laptop and plugged it in so I could go through work email and work on some presentations for the coming week.  The more prepared I was now, the less time I'd have to worry about it and could have fun.

My cell phone vibrated and I looked down to see who would be calling me.  Not married, no steady boyfriend, couldn't be work, too late to be family.  I glanced down and it was then I noticed the name on the caller id.  Hazza.  Yeah that was discreet.  What a yabo.  I'd have to tease him about how he put his name into my phone.  I saw the text came through.

Hazza:    Hi. You in your room yet?   x

Emily:    Yes, just got in and am waiting for my bags to be brought up. E

Hazza:    You should have just stayed here with me.  I'm already in bed. x  

Emily:    I have to work.  You should go to sleep now if you are in bed.  E

Hazza:    I'd rather text with you.  Better yet you can call me and we can talk once you get into bed too.   x

Emily:    By the way Hazza, not too hard to figure out who you are on my phone.  I figured you'd be a little more secretive or choose an alias.  You yabo.  E

Hazza:    How do you know the term yabo?  Have you been to England before?  x

Emily:    I'm a smart girl.  E

Hazza:    If you were a smart girl you would have stayed here with me.    x  

Emily:    Well yabo, the bags just arrived.  I have to answer the door and get some work done.  Go to sleep.  E

Hazza:    Go get your bags and text me when you are finally in bed.  x 

Emily:    Good night yabo.  E

I got up and answered the door and the porter had my bags in his hand.  He put them on the floor and I thanked and tipped him before he left.

After sitting at my computer for a while I noticed it was now 1am.  Wow, it had been a long day. With the early flight, the flight delay in San Francisco and then having dinner with Harry, I realized I was tired. 

Tomorrow I'd be up and visiting with a supplier at 9am and then that night would be meeting Rachel for drinks and catching up.  She was one of my Twitter friends that had become a very good friend.  Our entire group was fun and we had a good time.  We all had the same sick senses of humor and all had the love for Harry.  Yeah, this was going to be fun.  I was wondering to myself if I should let her know what happened and figured it would be best to let her know.  She was cool and wasn't going to say anything to anyone and it would be our secret.  After finishing getting ready for bed, I turned off the light and climbed into bed.  I grabbed my phone to set the alarm for tomorrow morning when I noticed a few texts.

Hazza:    Are you in bed yet?  x

Hazza:    Seriously, aren't you in bed yet?  x 

Hazza:    Don't ignore me.  I need you to talk to me.  x

Hazza:    Emily, this isn't funny.  Answer me or I am coming over there.  x

Hazza:    Don't think I won't.  x

Hazza:    Please text me when you are in bed, please????  x

Holy crap!  This guy was nothing if persistent.

I wasn't going to answer but I felt bad now.

Emily:    H are you there or are you finally asleep?  E

Hazza:    I'm here.  I've been waiting for you.  x

Emily:    Well I just got into bed.  6 texts?  Really?  E

Hazza:    I had a good time tonight.  I wanted to talk to you.  x

Emily:    We aren't talking we're texting.  E

Hazza:    I almost got out bed 10 minutes ago and was going to come to your hotel, just so you know.  x

Emily:    You are pushy aren't you yabo?  E

Hazza:    I'm also horny.  x

Oh my God I thought to myself.  I wanted to hear him say that.  No, stop thinking this way I told myself.

Emily:    Must suck to be you right now, huh?  E

Hazza:    Suck.  Interesting choice of words. Aw Miss Em, aren't you going to help out a friendly passenger?  x

Emily:    And just how am I supposed to do that?  E

Hazza:    You can send me dirty texts.  x

Emily:    And how will this help your situation?  E

Hazza:    It may not help but I can think of you as I take care of myself.  x

Emily:    Think of me from dinner tonight.  I have to get some sleep.  E

Hazza:    Aw, come on send me a picture of you.  x

Emily:    Okay....  E

Hazza:    Really?  x

Emily:    Sure...hang on.  E

I looked through my photos and I found one of me out with friends in Portland.  I grabbed it and sent it to him.

Emily:    Picture attached.  E

Hazza:    That wasn't exactly the kind of picture I was thinking about.  x

Emily:    I'm in the picture.  You wanted a picture of me.  E

Hazza:    What are you wearing?  x

Emily:    Flannel pajamas.  E

Hazza:    WHAT?????  x

Emily:    You read what I typed.  E

Hazza:    Seriously.  What are you wearing?  x

Emily:    Are you going to let me sleep if I tell you?  E

Hazza:    What are you wearing?  x

Emily:    Nothing.   Now go to sleep  I'll talk to you later!  Silly yabo.  E

Hazza:    I'm not wearing anything either.  We are meant for each other.  x

Emily:    Good night yabo.  E

Hazza:    You could send me a picture so I could believe you.  x

Emily:    You don't have to believe me.  Good Night.  I'm not answering any more texts.  E

Hazza:    Good night, love.  x

I flipped my phone over and tried to fall asleep.  Now I was wide awake thanks to Harry and his texts.  Damn it Harry!

I tossed and turned for a good hour before I finally drifted to sleep.