Part the Seas (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 9: Trust Put to the Test

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT.  IF YOU ARE NOT USED TO READING SEXUALITY OR YOU ARE FAINT OF HEART YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T READ THIS.

Harry called Joe to come pick us up and take us back to our hotel room.  When a sleek black vehicle pulled towards the curb, he hopped out and motioned us to come closer.  "Is everything alright?" he asked worriedly, his voice contrasting his intimidating frame.  "Liam told me about what went on in there.  Just remember: if you ever feel threatened or uncomfortable, Amber, just let me know.  You too, Harry.  You know how it goes."

"Of course I do, Joe," Harry chuckled.  "But this was a situation that us YOUNG people needed to handle." He lightly punched Joe in the shoulder. 

"Get in the car," Joe said with mock hurt.  Smiling, we climbed into the back seat.  I pulled out my phone and dialed Veronica's number.

"Hello?"  Loud techno music could be heard in the background as I heard a familiar feminine voice fairly shout.

I switched the call to speakerphone.  "Hey, Ronnie, me and Harry here!"

"Oh thank goodness he found you!  Is everything okay between you two?" 

My hand slipped into Harry's and I propped my head on his shoulder.  "Yeah, we're good."

"Yay! Because seriously,  it was all that whorebag's fault... I swear, if Paul didn't tell me not to, I would've jumped her!"

"Well he never told me I couldn't," a high-pitched Irish voice said.  None other than Maggie.

I laughed.  "You girls are sweet, but don't worry, there's no need to do that."

I handed the phone to Harry.  "Ronnie, can you put Liam on?"  Harry spoke.

"Sure, hold on one sec."  The booming vibes of the heavy bass dimmed down as we heard Veronica move the phone to the quieter part of the club where Liam and Danielle were. 

A deep voice came on.  "Hey guys," Liam said.  

"Hey Liam, Amber and I are going back to the hotel."  Harry winked at me, his glorious side-smile melting me again.  "We're staying there."

"Oh."  The confusion in his voice was evident for a moment.  "Oh.  Okay, the boys and I'll stay out for a little longer, then.  And Danielle and Veronica, too.  Damn, they're dancing up a storm here!"

I smiled nostalgically, my mind flashing back to all the high school parties I've been to so far,  Ronnie always being the one dominating the dance floor.  "I'm not surprised," I said.  "Have fun getting her out of there!"

"I live for it," he groaned.  "I am Daddy Direction...don't know why it's me...Well, we'll see you in a bit, then?"

"Yeah." Harry responded.  "Thanks, Payno.  See ya!"

He hung up.  The vehicle pulled up in front of the hotel.  I could hear the waves from the beach crashing against the shore, roughly reacting to the full moon illuminating the gulf.  Hand in hand,  we walked inside, playfully racing as we ascended the stairs.  Once we reached ethe seventh floor, Harry swept me up into his arms, our laughs ringing down the hallway.

We entered his room with Harry carrying me bridal style, his foot shutting the door behind us.  He gently set me down on his bed.  I noticed another door in the room ajar.  It connected the room with all the ones the boys were staying in.  He closed this one and, quietlly turning the lock, said, "It shouldn't be open tonight."  He cheeky grin gave away all that he meant by that.  Within seconds he was on the bed too, looming over me with his hands cradling my head and wrapping locks of my hair around his fingers.