The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter six

Mature Content

After the photoshoot, Ruben drove us to the hotel we were staying at. I was beyond bored at the photoshoot. I needed some alcohol in my system, hopefully the hotel has a mini bar and maybe wine coolers.

"Hello, welcome to the Sheridan Lake Hotel." Greeted the receptionist.

"Hi we're checking in. One room for Styles and one room for Cardona."

The lady tsked and shook her head, "Must be a mistake. There's one room booked for the two of you."

I sighed, "That's fine as long as they're two beds."

The woman's eyes widened and I knew what she was gonna say . . .

"I'm sorry it's a one bed room. We're completely booked."

I wanted to rip my hair out, but Harry cut in. "It's fine. Thank you."

I looked at him with a scowl and he shrugs. "It's ok, you can have the bed." He says and I relax at his offer.

"That's sweet, thank you." I smile at him. I'm surprised he'd offer that.

The receptionist gives us our key and we take the elevator to our grand room, with one bed. Once we got in the room, I instantly called room service and asked them to bring a bottle of red wine.

"Don't drink it all by yourself." Harry warns and I roll my eyes.

"I'll do what I want, thanks for the suggestion though."

Harry chuckles, then exits out of the hotel room to go with his hot friends. He told me I didn't have to come if I didn't feel up to it and I definitely did not feel up to it.

I sat on the bed, waiting desperately for that bottle of wine to appear. When there was a knock on the door, I quickly walked over and answered the door. The kind man who was holding the wine handed it over to me and I swore I heard birds singing. I open the bottle up and drink it straight from it.

After more than two whole bottles, I am beyond wasted. I have never reached this level of intoxication, my whole life. My head us spinning, I feel like I can't speak coherent sentences. I look at the clock and frown when I see it's only 9:30 PM, that means I'm stuck here for another 12 hours.

Harry's POV
After the photoshoot, I went to a bar with the fellow male models. I got a little drunk, but I could handle myself pretty well. Ruben drove me back to the hotel and I took the elevator to my floor. As I'm standing in front of my room, I see that the door is wide open and I rush in the room to see what's going on.

The room is empty, Charlotte is nowhere in sight. The only thing in the room is two empty bottles of red wine on the floor. I struggle getting my phone out of my pocket to call Charlotte, but I no longer need to once I hear giggling from behind me.

"Harry, you're back!" she exclaims happily, which is a little confusing, but I don't question it.

"I was so bored without you here." she pouts and I'm quite amused at Charlotte this way.

"Charlotte, did you by any chance get drunk?" I ask and she nods.

"How much did you drink?" and she points to the two large empty bottles on the floor.

I gasped and walked closer to her and grabbed her wrists gently. "I think you need to go to bed."

She shakes her head and lets out an angry huff like a child. "I just want to do something fun, pleeease?" she begs and bats her long dark lashes at me.

I give in to Charlotte's childish demands and pull away from her.

I sit on the love seat across from the bed and rub my temples. I feel the couch dip and I look up and see Charlotte sitting cross-legged next to me. "Are you ok? You seem tense." she asks.