The Unlikable (Book One) // h.s. [COMPLETE]

Chapter 47

Callie's POV

"Are you on vacation with your boyfriend?" a 12 year old asked me as the elevator slowly went down floor by floor.

"Yes," I looked across the increasingly tiny shaft.

"He's cute," another one giggled.

"Yeah he is," I smiled and looked down at my feet, noticing the small purple bruises on my thighs. 

"What's your name?" the loud, annoying, and overly confident blonde girl asked me wearing a bikini she couldn't fill.

"Callie," I faked a smile and tugged at the hem of my baggy t-shirt.

"You should totally come hang out with us," she over-exaggerated 'totally' making her exuberant personality shine through.

"Are you guys going down to eat breakfast?" I asked feeling lonely. Harry always took long showers. So I probably should eat down here and bring him up something. And by that time, he will be out.

"Yeah," the other blonde with her hair up high and braces smiled at me. 

"We should have breakfast together," I nodded and the doors of the elevator opened up, revealing the floor level of the elevator. I saw the breakfast buffet and they walked behind me like little ducklings. I packed a plate with two pancakes and a bowl of cereal. I forgot Harry and I didn't have anything to eat last night. All we did was...stuff...and then went straight to sleep. My stomach was growling louder than I thought was possible. It sounded like a lion roaring. 

"Hungry much?" the leader, with the blonde straight hair, eyed my plate. 

"Starving," I bulged my eyes out.

As the girls started talking to me, I felt a hand go across my shoulders and they all started giggling. I turned in my seat with a mouth stuffed full with a pancake.

"Hey babe," Harry smirked down at me with his phone held tightly in his left hand.

"Hey," I mumbled with a mouthful.

"Going to save any for the rest of the hotel?" he sat in the chair next to me and all the girls faces were going bright red. They must have a crush on the oh-so-cute Harry Styles. Such a typical girl thing to do...

"Only enough for you, Harry," I smiled and offered to get him a plate, but he shook his head and went up and got some food for himself. 

"He's so cute, Callie. Like he's movie star material! I can see him now on the cover of Seventeen Magazine! Oh my goodness and he has an accent?! Is he from Great Britain or is it South Africa? I always get those two confused..." the girl with the blonde bun on top of her head exclaimed extremely passionately. 

"He's from England, yeah..." I was becoming annoyed with their exuberant drooling over my boyfriend. I mean, I know I had nothing to worry about with these girls, it's just the thought that they are lusting and wanting what's mine. He's mine and they shouldn't even be able to think about him that way. He's mine little bitches!

"Pancakes good?" Harry came back and sat down next to me with a smirk.

"They're alright."

"Well you sure scarfed them down, so I'm assuming they're pretty yummy."

"Can you just hurry up and eat?" I snapped and Harry looked at me with an expression I knew to well at this point. He was worried. 

"I just...I just want to go to the beach you know...Go swim or whatever," I tucked my damp hair behind my ear feeling the tension building between the table of tween girls and me and Harry.