𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿 (REWRITING)

SIX

After an hour of nothing but radio music that is played entirely too much, I decide it's time to take the music into my own hands.

"Harry?" I question.

"Hmm?" He hums in response, careful not to take his eyes off the road.

I can tell that he feels just about as uncomfortable as I do.

"Do you mind if I play some music?" I ask softly.

"Of course not, play whatever you'd like." He replies kindly.

I decide to just shuffle my music and it just so happens that Waste The Night by 5 Seconds of Summer plays.

Harry lets out a surprised cough.

I can feel him look over at me and when I take a glance back at him I see him raising an eyebrow at me.

"5 Seconds of Summer huh?" He questions.

"I'm a sucker for Luke Hemmings." I respond, knowing that he wouldn't particularly like the answer that I went with.

He doesn't respond but I can visibly see him grip the steering wheel tighter.

He's tensing up for no reason at all.

About halfway into the song, he speaks up.

"Got any One Direction on there?" He asks lowly.

I stifle a laugh.

"I have some, mainly the ones where you sing the least." I say with a slight smirk.

He places a hand over his heart, faking hurt.

"That is actually quite rude."

I only shrug in response.

"Play some One Direction." Harry says.

"Why? You like hearing the sound of your own voice?" I tease.

"No, but I know that you do." He replies cooly.

My mouth drops open in shock,

WHAT?

"Speechless, huh? Guess I was right." His voice is about two octaves deeper now.

"I'll see what I have." is all I manage to get out.

I was not expecting this side of Harry to come out right now.

He's just teasing me but for some reason it feels like a lot more than that. I have no idea what to do in this exact moment.

So I just shuffle my One Direction music and Stockholm Syndrome plays.

My eyes widen at the coincidence.

Of course, my favorite song by them just has to play.

And one that Harry sings the most in.

"Thought you didn't have any songs where I sing the most in." He says cooly.

"That's so strange, I have no idea how that got there." I say with an awkward laugh.

He doesn't have a response for me, so we just leave it at that.

...

Paparazzi wasn't an issue arriving at the hotel, since they didn't know exactly where we would be staying, but fans were.

Well, not a problem, I think it's great that Harry has all of these loving fans but after taking pictures with about five of them, I knew that more people who come to try to meet him.

After meeting with all of the fans, Harry and I headed upstairs to our room.

I could feel the judgmental glares of his fans.

Their eyes beaming at me, some curious and some just angry as to the fact that I was there with Harry Styles.

I avoided eye contact at all cost because I didn't want to come across as rude or anything like that, but it was still uncomfortable.

We finally reach our room and Harry opens the door and I'm in awe.

The room is lovely.

It has a huge white bed in the middle of it but it's a whole living space.

This could easily be a suite but I don't understand why Harry would get that for us, it's only a weekend here.

I guess that's what people do when they have entirely too much money.

Upon entering, I sit my things down and head straight for the balcony.

It's actually quite large and a hot tub in the corner catches my eye.

I'm glad Gemma convinced me to bring a bathing suit.

"It's beautiful out here Harry." I say breathlessly.

He then joins me, taking a slow step out of the door and walking over to the edge, where I'm standing.

I can feel him staring at me and my heart skips a beat when I hear him whisper,

"Yeah, it is."

....

I sit on the couch watching some television. The sound is low so I can barely hear what's going on.

I scroll aimlessly through my phone.

Harry wanted to take a shower before we went anywhere tonight, even though I have no idea what he planned on us doing.

He finally steps out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I give him a quick look before I divert my eyes back to my phone.

"So what did you want to do tonight?" I ask, not daring to bring my eyes to him.

"I was thinking about going to a club, I think it would be fun." He replies smoothly.

I nod my head in agreement.

"That sounds good with me, are you done in the bathroom?" I ask yet another question.

"Yeah I am, sorry for taking so long in there." He apologizes.

I mumble a quick "its fine" before getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

Just as I'm about to take a step into the bathroom Harry speaks up,

"Oh and Emery?" He says.

"Hmmmm?" I respond.

"It's okay to look at me, ya know?" He says with a smirk.

I feel my cheeks heat up and all I can reply with is a,

"You wish." before shutting the bathroom door behind me.