Still The One [Sequel to Smile]

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

*Tori's POV*

"Should I leave my hair down or put it in a bun?" I heard Harry ask from behind me as I sat on the bed in his hotel room, strapping on my heals.

"I don't mind either. You look like cute little Tarzan when it's down." I smiled, turning to look at him. He bit his lip, running a hand through his curls.

"You're right. It looks wild. I need to put it up." Harry said, rushing over to the mirror with a hair tie in his hand.

"Will you please relax?" I sighed walking over to him. I placed my hands on his cheeks and turned his face so he was looking at me.

"Stop stressing. Do what makes you comfortable." I told him, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.

"I can't. Your dad hates me. So so much." Harry groaned, tilting his head back.

"Not that much." I tried to reassure him.

"Tori.." He shook his head, his emerald eyes filled with worry and fear. I couldn't deny that my dad hated Harry so there was no point in me lying to try and make him feel better.

"I love you so much, H. For this to work, I need to know that you love me too and you're willing to put the effort in. I don't want this to be another mistake." I pleaded.

"I do love you, T. So much." Harry stated, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Your father on the other hand.."

"Oh Harry." I groaned, walking back to the bed and picking up my clutch. "I'm as worried as you are but please try and enjoy the night."

"You're right. I'm sorry." He said walking over to me and placing his hands on my hips. "You look absolutely beautiful."

"Thank you." I smiled as he pressed his lips to mine for a short kiss. "Can we go now?"

"Give me a sec to fix my hair." Harry said, returning to the mirror to put his hair up in a bun. I unplugged my phone from it's charger and placed it in my clutch. I sat down, waiting for Harry to finish doing his hair.

"Okay, I'm ready." He turned to face me, patting down on his hair.

"Great. Let's go." I stood up. He took my hand, leading me out of the hotel room and down the hallway to the lift.

"Did you take the room key?" I asked him as we stepped into the lift and pressed the Ground floor button.

"Oh shit." He patted his pockets checking for his key. His eyes widened in panic as he failed to find his key.

"Harry." I groaned, shaking my head. Typical Harry move.

"I'm kidding." He grinned, pulling it out of his pocket. "It's right here."

I rolled my eyes, smacking his chest as the lift doors opened. Harry chuckled proudly, as he pulled me out the lift.

"Excuse me." He called out, approaching the receptionist.

"Yes. Can I help you with something?" She smiled up at us.

"Would you mind taking a picture of us?" Harry asked her.

"No, I don't mind." She stood up from her seat.

"The lighting is best over here." She gestured to a cream coloured wall to her left. Harry handed her his phone as we made our way over. He then returned to my side, slipping his hand onto my waist.

"Say cheese." The receptionist focused the camera on us. I smiled as she took the photo.

"Beautiful. I'll take another one." She said, stepping closer to us.