invisible || h.s.

Chapter 31

Songs of the chapter

Pillow Talk - Zayn

Perfect - One Direction

Chapter 31

10:13 p.m.

I struggle to shove the last remaining slice of pizza down my throat as the several bowls of ice cream and fudge brownies submerge into my grumbling stomach.

I lick each finger one by one as I finish my food. I look to my right and watch as Harry takes the whipped cream from what once was a full display of candy, cake, pizza, ice cream and other childish deserts. He sprays the whipped cream violently in his mouth until there is nothing left to spare.

I stand up from the divine wooden table in our hotel room. I stagger over to the freshly made bed and flop down on my back letting the soft sheets and covers float up as I sink down.

Not long after I have landed on my back, Harry follows and does the same thing. His short curly hair swoops once he flops down.

We lay there in silence as we both admire the ceiling above us. I stare at the plain cream colored ceiling for several minutes until I'm interrupted by the sound of Harry's body rolling over on the sheets. I move my head to look over at him. He is staring up at me with his bright olive green eyes. I smile at the sight of them.

"Let's do something." Harry exclaims.

"Like what?" I ask as I sit up on the bed.

Harry stands up from the bed and grabs a pillow. He walks over to me slowly and I watch. He holds the pillow out to me. I look at the pillow them back at him.

"Take it." He demands while raising his eyebrows. I do as I'm told and take the pillow.

Once I have the pillow, Harry walks over to the opposite side of the and grabs a pillow of his own. He quickly hops on top of the bed and motions for me to do the same. I do it but with confusion. I have no idea what he's trying to do right now.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Ready for what?" I ask. Harry's eyes look away from me and towards the direction of the window.

"Woah look at that!" He says as he points at the window.

"What is it!?" I say as I quickly turn my head to see what's behind me but immediately regretting it when I feel a pillow smack me dead across my face.

All I can hear is Harry's laughter in the background before I peer my head slowly over at him.

His face is lit up and cherry red as his laughter only grows. I lift up my pillow slowly and take a huge swing at his face.

Smack is the only sound left in the room. Harry swiftly looks over at me.

"Oh so you want to play that game." He says as he brings to his pillow closer to his chest.

"Yup, let's do this." I say with energy.

Harry thrusts his arm straight for me but I manage to dodge in time.