We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

Dinner

Harry's POV
"See you tomorrow at one." Mus says as she gets out of the car. The doctor proved me right; Mus has a fracture. She is so fragile. Even the doctor was surprised that she fractured her foot by taking a misstep. He has told her to rest for the next couple of days. However, I know that Mus will never stop working, and take care of herself. She is not as selfish as I make her out to be. Mus, always thinks about others before herself. Yes, I've told her time and time again that I hate her and she's a selfish bitch. However, she's decreasing the hatred that I feel towards her. The way she talks, smiles, she's capturing me again. This is not good. I can't soften up again. She always does this, and I hate it. Why does she always manage to break down my walls? I slam my palms against the steering wheel in frustration. A driver honks from behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I flip him off mentally, and get out of the car. I don't have the energy to go and park my car. Plus, I need to make sure Mus reaches her room safely.
"Park my car." I say to the valet. He nods his head, and hands me a chip. I grab it from his hand, and rush up the stairs. I haven't given a shit about anything the past couple of years. Why now? Why am I so concerned about Mus' well being? She has rejected me, time and time again. Yet, I always run after her, insure her safety. This is all so frustrating. I slow my speed down the minute I catch sight of Mus. She is waiting for the elevator, taking support against a bell-boy. One of his hands is around her waist, and the other is holding her arm. I clench my fists in anger.
"Leave her!" I say, more loudly and harshly than needed. The bell-boy leaves Mus and jumps back in fright. Pussy. I jog over to Mus' side, and take her arm.
"You can go." I tell the bell-boy, who's staring at us, mouth wide open. He nods his head, and runs toward the lobby.
"If you were having so much problem, you could've told me." I say as I wrap my arm around Mus' waist. I pick her up bridal style. It'll be good if she doesn't walk at all. Mus rolls her eyes.
"I wasn't, but then I stumbled, and he caught me. He insisted that he wanted to make sure I was okay by dropping me off till my room. He was so nice, I couldn't have rejected his offer." Mus says, placing her head against my chest. Sighing, I inhale the scent of her hair. It hasn't changed a bit. In fact, a lot of memories come flooding back to me. I shake my head, ridding myself of all these thoughts.
"Do you remember his name?" I ask her. I'll go and make sure that he knows Mus is taken, and mine. No, she isn't, someone says inside my head.
"Harry, leave him alone. If he hadn't been around, I would've fallen and hurt myself." Mus says as the elevator doors open.
"No, he was trying to get into your pants." I say, matter-of-factly. Mus waves her hand in the air as if dismissing what I just said. She's so naive. Doesn't she understand what men want from her? The rest of the walk till the room is spent in silence. I don't have much to say to Mus, and I guess she's understood that I don't want anything to do with her.
"Place your foot on the ground gently." I instruct Mus as I lower her. She places her foot on the ground, but then she winces. Rolling my eyes, I pull her back. "Unlock the door." Mus looks at me, confused.
"I'll place you on the bed." I say, matter-of-factly. Mus nods her head in understanding. She shifts so that she can take out the card from her pocket. Once she's done so, I take a step ahead so that it's easier for her to unlock the door. 
"Thank you." Mus says, unlocking the door.
"No problem," I murmur. If Mus sat to thank me for all the favors that I have done for her tonight, it'd take the whole day. Mus inserts the card into the slot so that the lights switch on. Their room is pretty nice. However, it's too small for two people.
"Don't you think this room is too small for the two of you?" I voice my concern.
"No, it's fine for a few days. I'm going to check out a few apartments tomorrow, in the evening." Mus says. "Hopefully, I'll find a good apartment."
"You can't go tomorrow! Mus, your foot is fractured, it'll put far too much pressure on it." I say, concerned about her health. Mus can't reach the room without stumbling. How the hell will she go and find an apartment? No, I won't let her.
"Oh, please. It'll be fine by tomorrow." Mus says, nonchalantly. I place her on the bed as gently as I can.
"No, it won't and I will not let you go. Period." I say, sternly. Mus raises her eyebrow, a smug smile adorning her face. "What?" Why is she smiling?
"You're so damn stubborn." Mus says.
"Really?" I say, sarcasm lacing my tone. "It takes one stubborn person to recognize another." Mus giggles, and swats my chest, playfully. I love that sound. I love the way her face looks when she's giggling. Heck, she looks beautiful all the time.
"Never said I'm not stubborn." I get up, deciding to get Mus a glass of water. As I'm heading towards the kitchenette, I hear a crunch underneath my boot. The moment I look down a smile spreads across my face. I bend down and grab the things that came underneath my boot. I turn around, eager to tease Mus. I clear my throat and Mus looks up from her phone. The minute she sees what I'm holding her eyes widen, and she tries to get up, but fails.
"Harry, put those down!" Mus says, loudly.
"Why do you have pads, and panties strewn across the floor?" I ask her, looking at the pad which is in my right hand, and the pantie that's in my left.
"Harry!" Mus whines, throwing her head back. "Just...keep them down." I shake my head.
"This is a pretty fancy piece of lingerie. Isn't it?"
"I'm going to ignore you." Mus says, picking her phone up again.
"It smells fresh. Have you even worn it?" I ask her, smelling the pantie. Mus' face scrunches up in disgust.
"Harry! You're a disgusting person." Mus says, shock and disgust clear on her face.
"I won't annoy you if you just tell me what are these things doing on the floor?" I head toward the bed, deciding to irritate her a little more.
"We were getting late for the show. While I was taking out something to wear, the pantie and pad came in the way so I threw them on the floor." Mus says, covering her face with her hands. I take a seat next to Mus, on the edge of the bed. I offer the pantie and pad to Mus. She raises her hand to take them from me. As she's about to take them, I shove the pantie towards Mus' nose. She moves back, swatting at my hand.
"Harry! Get that away from me!" Mus shrieks, flailing helplessly. Chuckling, I throw both of the items towards the other side of the bed. Mus looks at me, eyes wide. Suddenly, we both burst out laughing. After a while, we both control ourselves, and I get up to get her a glass of water as I had intended to. It feels nice to let loose, and just laugh. Like a mad person for a few minutes. It's been so long since I've laughed or smiled. I haven't even felt like doing any mischief for the past couple of years. As I'm pouring the water into the glass, I realize that Mus hasn't had anything to eat.
"Mus?" I say, as I can see she's distracted by something on her phone.
"Yeah?" Mus says, absentmindedly. I head back towards the bed, glass in hand. As I reach her, I grab the phone out of her hand.
"You haven't had dinner, right?" I ask her, handing her the glass of water. Mus shakes her head as she's drinking. "Let's order something."
"Okay." Mus says, placing the glass on the bedside table. "Can I please have my phone back?" I shake my head, placing it on a chair, that's far away from the bed. I grab the menu, and start skimming through the dishes. Suddenly, my phone starts ringing in my pocket, and I throw the menu towards Mus. Surprisingly, she catches it, a proud smile on her face.
"Hello." I say, leaning against the television table.
"Why the heck can't you save our names and phone numbers?" Louis' voice rings in my ear.
"Because I don't want to. Why have you called?"
"The show's over, and it was amazing. You and Mus have to go and watch it. We're heading towards the hotel. Do you want us to drop Darcy at her room or keep her with us?"
"Keep her with you." I say, hastily. "Give her the spare room, and Mus will pick her up in the morning." Why the heck did I say that?
"Okay, bye." Louis ends the call. Why didn't I tell him to drop Darcy here? I should call him up. No, I shouldn't. What's done is done.
"Who am I picking up in the morning?" Mus says, not looking up from the menu.
"Darcy. S-She's spending the night in our suite. Is that okay?" I say, taking a seat beside Mus. She ponders over this for a minute, and then nods her head.
"I hope she doesn't make a fuss, though." Mus says, handing me the menu. I scrunch my eyebrows, wondering if I should call Louis, and tell him to bring Darcy here.
"I'm sure she'll be fine." Mus assures me. "I'm having chicken teriyaki. What are you having?"
"I think I'll go for the lemon-butter fish." I say, taking another swift glance at the menu.
"Shall I order?" Mus asks me. I shake my head, getting up.
"I'll do it." Once I've given the waiter the order, I make sure that he charges my room for this dinner, and not Mus'. I don't know how well off she is. Last time I saw her, Mus struggled to put a hundred bucks together. I wonder how she's paying for this hotel. Mus is reading a magazine. Her eyebrows are scrunched together as if there's something highly important in Cosmopolitan. Is this a date? We are having dinner together, in a hotel room, and that doesn't add up very well. It's like an open invitation to some sort of a misunderstanding. Does she think it is? I hope not. Do I think it is? I wish I could just ask Mus all of these questions. Alas, she'd slap me if I did. Well, let's see where the night takes us.
A/N: Thank you so much for voting, and commenting. Each time I check my notifications, the number of votes and comments never fail to surprise me. I can't thank you all enough. If you have any questions, please ask. I'd love to answer them. I have one question for you all; who do you like more Harry or Josh and who do you ship Harry and Mus or Josh and Mus? Stargirl3532 asked how old is Darcy? cam9d4 thank you for telling her the age. Yes, Darcy is eight and a half years old. Thanks again, I am grateful to each and every one of you.