Sorry this chapter is sort of short compared to the previous ones! I just wanted to focus on this one part instead of adding anything else to it. I wish more of you guys reading would leave comments and feedback! I'm getting kind of lonely :( Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! xo
Chapter Five (Harry’s Perspective)
“Lucy, wake up,” I murmur, gently prodding her cheek with my finger. Her eyelids flutter open and she gazes up at me with her sleepy, silvery grey eyes. Her dark brown hair is stuck to the cheek she slept with against the pillow. I brushed it away and smiled at her.
“We’re at the hotel?” She asks, stifling a yawn.
“Yeah. I’ll take your bags to your room.”
“Just take them to Niall’s.”
Wait, what?
“Niall’s?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I told him I would have a sleepover with him in his room tonight.”
Hmph. So much for my plans on cuddling tonight. Oh well.
I take her duffel bag from her and sling it over my shoulder. I carry my own in my other hand as we ride the elevator up to the top floor and to the suites. Niall walks with her to his room and I follow them. I drop her bag on the floor by her feet as she waits for him to swipe the key card. I turn to leave, and suddenly I hear her voice calling after me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To my room,” I call over my shoulder without turning to face her.
“Wait!” I stop. I hear her quick footsteps coming after me. She tugs my wrist and turns me around to face her. She gives me a big hug and kisses the tip of my nose affectionately. “Goodnight, Haz.”
“Goodnight, love,” I reply, releasing her and heading towards my room again.
I get inside and didn’t bother unpacking or showering or changing, even. I just dump my stuff at the end of bed and climb under the sheets after turning down the AC to 60°.
Twenty minutes passed and I still can’t sleep.
My mind is completely blank. But only because I am forcing it to be. I don’t feel like thinking right now. I toss and turn, kicking the sheets around on the bed restlessly. I eventually climb out of bed and march to the bathroom. So what if I am pouting.
Why am I pouting?
I’m not mad. But I obviously am, considering I’m pacing in front of the mirror in the hotel bathroom. I groan and pull at my hair in frustration.
What’s wrong with me? What’s my problem? I’ve been perfectly happy all day.
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