Never Good Enough (Marcel/Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 7 - Perverted Harry

JASMINE

This night was, how could I put it in the simplest form? A Nightmare.

First, I had to bump into Marcel a.k.a Harry, then get into a fight, and now I have to spend the night, at some hotel. Where I would rather be at home, watching The Notebook.

My eyes glazed over at the thought. Snuggling into my blanket, and eating cup noodles, and watching a bunch of sappy romance movies. Then I would probably spill the noodles all over the blanket, therefore having to clean the mess, which would result in missing the very important parts of the movie. The aftermath of my thoughts, were quite accurate.

I was reluctant about staying here, but what they said had a point. There was probably still a couple of people outside, that no doubt wanted to kill me once they set eyes on me, labelling me as a man whore, no less. At the moment, I was safer in the hotel, at least for now.

I inwardly sighed, dreaming of a better place.

Awkwardly standing in the lobby, while Niall proceeded to book my room, I tried to occupy myself by sitting down on the little plush seat, beside the grand piano, underneath a giant crystal chandelier. I knew from a third person's view, that I stuck out like a sore thumb sitting in such high class presence. Wearing clothes scuffed by dirt, and my eyesore bag.

Since I was only going to be here for one night, I should just have my moment.

All the other boys had disappeared, claiming they had to check their social updates. So it wasn't like I could start a conversation with one of them. Instead, I had the company of this piano. It was quite a beauty too. I didn't know much about pianos, but I'm pretty sure this one was expensive. I didn't know how to play any instruments, because I was a stubborn child, and refused to sign up for afternoon lessons. Instead I just fingered the keys, my hands drifting delicately above each note, while humming a familiar piano tune.

Suddenly, Niall sat down beside me, and grinned.

"You play piano?" he asked, glancing at the keys.

I moved my fingers off from the piano, and placed them on either side of me.

"If I knew how, I wouldn't have been pretending"

He just nodded, and started to expertly move his hands across the keys.

I gasped, this was my favourite piano tune, this was the one I was humming!

Niall's eyes were closed, and he continued to play, starting to get lost in his own magical world.

I let myself drift off too. Letting the music course through my mind, wiping away previous thoughts, replacing it with sweet melodies. This was probably how it felt like, to be intoxicated by a Siren's song. I've never heard Vivaldi "Spring" played live before, only on recordings.

I wasn't the only one intoxicated by the sounds of the piano. A old couple was noticeably standing in the background, smiling at the sweet sounds.

My eyes snapped open, and my smile faded, as someone lightly tapped on my shoulder. I swung my leg around, none to happy about being awoken from my musical nap.

"Harry said you guys should probably go up now, before the paparazzi find a way to get in, sneaky bastards"

I peered up, and some guy was hanging before me. He looked familiar, I'm pretty sure I saw him on TV and on the magazine I was reading earlier, but I never caught his name. He was part of the band as well.

He shook Niall five times fast, as if he was waking him up from a groggily nap.

"Come on, Niall!"