The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter nine

I make it to the hotel, almost all the staff rushes towards me once I burst through the revolving door.

"Here's the key to the room, please just get him out of there and give him this bill. It's the cost of all the damages." The receptionist says to me whike holding a receit, I look at the number and my eyes widen in shock at the price. . . $8,000!

Fancy, well known hotels don't like to draw attention to anything bad happening. That's why they didn't want to get the cops involved.

I rush to the room and take out the key to unlock the door. Once the door opens, the foul odor of alcohol burns my nostrils. I want to gag at the stench. The room is a compete mess. There's spilled bottles everywhere, all of the mirrors that hung around the room are now shattered, there's holes in the wall, it's a fucking disaster. I see Harry sitting on the floor, chugging a bottle of whiskey with 3 other very attractive men. I walk towards them and one of the guys whistles once he sees me.

"You got a stripper Styles?" a blonde guy asks.

Harry finally turns his head in my direction and his eyes widen once he sees me.

I go over and snatch the bottke from hos hand. He gets angry and quickly stands to his feet. "W-what the fuck are you d-doing?" He shouts in my face, trying to reach for the bottle, but I hold it out to my side. His breath reeks of whiskey and its obvious he's beyond drunk.

"What the fuck am I doing? You and your dumbass friends just trashed a hotel room and they asked me to get you idiots out of here. Grow the fuck up Harry, now you have $8,000 bill on your hands."

He's fuming with anger, his nostrils are flared, and his glare burns right through me. "How many times do I have to tell you your not anything to me, so stop worrying about what I do!" He shouts.

Anger boils inside me now and I want to scream in his dumb face.

"And how many times do I have to tell you its my job to not make you look like a douche. As much as I hate it, I get paid for this. So in order to get my money's worth, I need you and your friends to get the hell out of here!"

It's silent until one of Harry's friends speak, "Hey baby why don't you strip for us, show us what's under that robe." He says while pulling the bottom of my robe.

I stumble and Harry reaches for me and helps me stand balanced once again. "Don't you fucking touch her!" He shouts in his friend's face, shocking me.

Harry looks back at me and looks more sympathetic. "We'll leave now." he mutters and all his friends stand looking scared. They follow Harry out and I walk out behind them.

When we make it down to the lobby, Harry hands the receptionist a wad of cash from his pocket, "Here, it's $10,000. Sorry for the damages."

She thanks him and I follow them out. Harry calls Ruben to pick him up and I walk away in the direction towards my motel. Harry calls my name and I turn to face him.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

I roll my eyes, "To my motel."

"You're walking?"

I nod, "It's a ten minute walk."

He shakes his head, "Ruben will drive you there, just wait."

I scoff, "Do you not realize how badly I want to strangle you right now? The last thing I want to do is ride in the same car as you." I turn and begin walking towards my motel once again.

After like 5 minutes of walking, I hear a beep next to me and see Ruben driving with the window down, "Charlotte dear, I know Harry's a bit of an imbecile, but please don't walk the streets because of him, it's dangerous. Just get in the car and I'll drive you to the motel." Ruben begs.