Fly, My Dear

Chapter 3

Two Weeks Later

Karlie

I find it absolutely ridiculous that it's two weeks into my college career, and I have to stay in a hotel because some idiotic bastard had the urge to clog every toilet on the third floor and start a god damn flood. Absolutely ridiculous.

And here I am, having to pack my clothes all over again.

Bad luck just kinda comes to me.

I packed a legion of outfits, uncertain when I'd be able to be in the comforts of my own dorm again. On the bright side, University of Oxford is paying for our stay at The Goring.

Our, as in my roommates Teagan and Janice. The Goring as in THE most expensive hotel in Oxford. Big names like Madonna, some presidents, even the Beatles have stayed there. Fancy, right?

After I packed a reasonable amount of outfits, I zipped up my suitcase and left my dorm I hadn't even lived in for 2 weeks. I ran down the slightly soaked stairs and got to my car, putting my suitcases in the backseat and getting in. J started the car and pulled off to the hotel we'll be staying for the next couple weeks.

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When I got to the hotel room it was empty, so I assumed Janice and Teagan hadn't gotten here yet. I chose the bed I wanted (right next to the wall outlet where I could plug in my phone) and plopped my suitcase on it, unzipping and opening it.

I started neatly taking my clothes out, putting the neatly in the dresser. The last thing I unpacked was my bathing suit. I hadn't swam in weeks and I was having major withdrawal.

There's an indoor pool here..

I walked to the bathroom and stripped my clothes off, putting the swimsuit on. The top was a yellow bandeau, with the back supported with 4 straps. The bottoms were a plain black, but the sides were, like the top, supported by 4 thin straps.

After I put it on, I put my jean shorts and muscle tee back on. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrote on a piece of paper "Mine." And put the paper on the bed I chose.

When I got down to the pool, there were a few people there, but not many. They were all minding their business not paying any attention to me, so I took off my shorts and tank top and instantly dove in.

I swam a few laps until I started to feel the burn in my muscles. Even then I kept swimming, bringing one arm in front of the other and taking small gasps of air in between. After swimming a few more laps, the burning became unbearable, so I pulled myself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool.

I sat up and walked to the chair I had claimed and grabbed my towel, dried off my face, dripping wet with water. I checked my phone, seeing I had two text messages.

From: Teagan

Where are you??

From: Teagan

I'm taking your bed ;)

To: Teagan

Don't you dare.

I quickly gathered my clothes, not bothering to cover myself up and left the pool room, heading to the elevator as fast as I could.

I pressed the up button a billion times, but the god damn thing wouldn't open. When it finally did, guess who was inside?

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked him, stepping into the elevator.

"Same thing you're doing here." he said. I rolled my eyes at him and went to press floor number four, but it was already selected.

I glanced up at him to see a smirk on his face. "You're staying here." I guessed, narrowing my eyes at him. He only smirked. Jesus Christ, is there any escaping this guy?

I sighed and checked my phone again to see if Teagan had responded. No such luck. I swear if she takes my bed, she'll end up in a bed. A hospital bed.

"I'm guessing you're coming from the pool?" he said. I glanced over to see his eyes intently scanning my body.

"Do you mind?" I asked him. His eyes averted to mine, licking his lips.

"No, I don't mind at all." he said, smirking. "I'm enjoying it to be honest." I rolled my eyes, telling myself if be glad when this was over. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I quickly exited and turned left, heading to room 1207.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned around to see Harry walking not too far behind, staring at my ass. "Eyes up, Styles." I said.

"Can't help it." He winked at me, making my hatred for him grow stronger by the second.

I got to my door and pulled my key out, trying to get as far away from him as possible. "Hey, wait." he said.

"Can't." I said, quickly opening the door.

Teagan was on the bed opposite of my the one I claimed. "I thought you took my bed." I said, catching her attention. She looked up and her eyes widened. My eyebrows furred together. I followed her gaze, looking behind me, knowing who was there even before I turned around.

"Harry, what the fuck?!" I yelled.

"I told you to wait," he smirked. "Hi, I'm Harry, and you are?" He addressed Teagan.

"Teagan O'Dea." she sharply answered back. "Karlie, why the hell is Harry Styles in our hotel room staring at your ass?"

"You tell me because I have no idea," I said shaking my head.

"And a fine arse it is." This guy is really fucking annoying.

"Please leave, you piece of shit," I said, turning around and pushing him back towards the door.

"I'm a fine piece of shit, thank you very much."

"Leave. Now." I finally got him into the hallway and quickly closed the room door.

"Ah, Shit! That was my nose!"

"And a penis nose it is," I laughed from behind the closed door. I focused my attention on Teagan, whose mouth was dropped open.

"I guess I have a bit of explaining to do," I crossed the room to my bed and faced her, all the while her eyes never left me.