Forced To Be With Him 24/7

Chapter 83

I land in Dunkirk and pay the cab driver with dollars and get weird looks from the driver for it.

As I stroll my suitcase onto the set of the movie which has two hotels nearby that Harry stays in, the colder air in Dunkirk and the unfamiliar streets seem weird to me.

Its so different than New York, I almost feel scared.

Harry does not know my surprise visit so I know I won't be allowed into the set. To find his hotel room, I call Jeff.

"Hello?" He picks up the phone quickly.

"Hey Jeff, this is Alex. I just landed in Dunkirk, which hotel is Harry staying in?" I ask as I start to look around the streets of France.

"Hotel Borel, sweetie but I don't know the room number, they keep switching it so fans can't find his room." He says and I see with the corner of my eye the hotel sign and start walking towards it. Its a weird kind of place.

I know the set where Harry films most of his scenes is a closed set so its in the middle of the city and close to his hotel.

"Thanks Jeff." I say, preparing to hang up when he interrupts.

"May I ask the reason behind this visit?" He asks with an impish tone.

"I missed him and schools over so I'm here." I say and he sighs.

"Its room 245 by the way, Harry just emailed me. He seems to be sick today and is taking a day off." Jeff adds and I mumble an approval out. I don't know if I should be suspicious or not that the e-mail just happened to arrive but I brush it off. 

I didn't know he was sick. He barely spoke to me over text earlier today.

But that was the extent of our conversations lately. A few good mornings, some sleepy texts, most of his 'I'm busy' replies or mine.

Our phone conversations consisted of small talk, the weather and him scolding at me for various reasons and what I should be doing instead of what I am doing at the moment.

There has been a few sexts and nude transfers but nothing can seem to soothe the ache we have for each other without touching each other in person.

I need his arms around me while I sleep. I need him by my side and now pregnant, it will only be harder to be away.

I reach the hotel door and walk inside with my suitcase tugging beside me. Its an old hotel, not something I would think Harry of spending time in.

The guy at the front desk smiles at me and mumbles something at me in French. I don't know one word of French so I approach him while praying he knows English.

"Hello." I say and he nods as if realizing I am a tourist.

"Hello, how may I help you?" He says with an accent that's very French.

"I am here visiting a friend, he must be in room 245." I say and his face falls. He must face these fans on a daily basis.

"I'm sorry, room 245 is vacant." He says with a frown as he picks up the phone, probably calling security.

"Oh I know Harry is here. I'm his girlfriend." I say again and he rolls his eyes.

"Please, before you kick me out, call his room and tell him Alex is here. He will let me in." I say and he eyes me a moment, debating if I'm telling the truth. From the frown on his face, I come to the conclusion that he does not believe me.