In Love With My Bandmate (IN PROGRESS)

Hotel Managers and Sass

Recap

I can't do this anymore. I turn to walk out before I do or say something dumb. When I open the door I find a surprised Louis looking at me.

Now

Harry's Point Of View

"Were you eavesdropping?" What the fuck is Louis doing here? I thought he was staying with Ed.

Louis is trying not to look me in the eye. "Well, techincally it's not eavesdropping if you guys were talking very loudly so to answer your question, no I was not eavesdropping."

I could argue with Louis about this but right now I can't be bothered. There is still a question lingering on my mind though.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to Taylor." he answers calmly.

I look at Taylor. She is avoiding my gaze.

"When have you guys become best buddies?" I ask suspiciously. Then it hits me. He is here to talk about the whole Cara thing.

Now, I could throw a hissy fit or I could handle this my own way which doesn't harm anybody. Not now, anyway.

I make a mental note to check social media and find out where Cara is.

"Well, I realized that Louis is not that bad." Taylor says, lying through her teeth.

I can't hold back a sarcastic snort.

"Well I am gonna leave you best buddies and go grab a bite to eat." I head out the door then stop and look at them. "Don't have sex."

Once I am in the hotel lobby I go on Google and type "Cara Delevingne September" and immediately a whole bunch of articles come up.

She is apparently in London and she is staying at the Independence Inn a few blocks down.

This bitch is going to get a taste of her own medicine. Except I am not going to run her over. I call a taxi and arrive at the Independence Inn.

A bunch of paparazzi are parked outside waiting for Cara to come out. No pun intended.

"Good luck out there, man." the taxi driver says. I nod. Let's do this.

The paparazzi go wild as soon as I step out of the car. They are like a bunch of dogs. Annoying dogs.

"HARRY! What's going on with Taylor??"

"HARRY, IS LOUIS YOUR BOYFRIEND?!"

Ignore them. Ignore them.

I walk in and am immediately hit with a citrus scent. I look around and see snotty people with fancy clothes and dogs under their arms.

I thought that was only something that happened in movies. Huh.

I walk up to the register. There is a man sitting behind it reading Harry Potter.

"Excuse me."

The man takes his eyes off the book and looks at me. He has an irritated look on his face. Rude.

"Do you know which room Cara Delevingne is in?"

"I am sorry sir but I cannot give out any private information to you." he has a faint French accent.
"Listen, it's very important." I can see that he is not going to budge though.

"Again, I am sorry sir."

"Are you though?" This guy looks smug as hell.

He seems taken aback from my question though. "Why of course I am, sir!"

I snort.
"Come on, this is a life and death matter!" I am not exaggerating at all.

The man doesn't seem to believe me though. He rolls his eyes. "You are probably one of the many men that want to have sex with her."

I want to ask how many but I stop myself. "Believe me, my good man. I'm not."

Realizing that sweet talk won't work, I turn to the money option.

"If you give me Cara's room number, I'll tip you very generously."

It's the man's turn to snort. "What do you think I am? A waitress?"

"Come on, man." I lean in and whisper the amount of cash I'll give him.

His eyes widen. "That is a lot of money."

"No shit." I can't help myself.

He narrows his eyes. "How do I know that you are not a drug dealer?"

What the fuck. I am beginning to wonder if this guy is on drugs.

"No! Are you going to give me her room number or not?" I am really beginning to lose my patience.

"Fine."

Wow. Miracles do happen.

I slip him the money.
"Which room?"

He looks in his little book thing.

"302. Please be quiet whilst you are having sex. My cleaning women have complained a lot."

I laugh. Maybe I could sell this  piece of information to a tabloid or something.

I can just picture it.

"Cara Delevingne: a silly woman in the streets a freak in the sheets!"

I am still laughing to myself when the elevator door opens and a woman comes out.

I stop laughing when I see who it is though.

Cara fucking Delevingne.

The bitch who killed my baby.

She is on her phone so she doesn't see me. I get an idea.

I stand about two feet from her in the direction she is walking.

I harden my chest.

"Ow!" Cara moans. I don't work out a lot but I have strength.

Cara looks up to find the stranger she bumped into.

So she can drive him over of course.

"Harry!" She puts on a smile that is faker than Kim Kardashian's ass.

"Cara." She opens her arms to hug me and I immediately move to the other side.

She tucks her arms in awkwardly. Ha.

"So where are you going?" I ask.

"Out for a cup of warm coffee. Wanna join?"

"Bitch, you wish." Oops, that wasn't meant to come out yet.

Care looks taken aback. "Excuse me?"

I might as well go along with it. "My mama told me to never have coffee with murderers."

Yes, I'm a sassy ass bitch. Problem?

Cara looks around. "Can we please deal with this nonsense somewhere else?"

"Hell no. I want you to feel ashamed and humiliated."

"Harry, I've no idea what you're talking about." She laughs nervously.

My dead baby is better at lying than her.

"All right then. Let's go to your room."

Hi! Sorry it's been a while. I just took a break. There are about eight to ten chapters left so this book will hopefully be finished before 2017.
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