Dark Shadows

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Lauren's POV.

A smile spread across my lips when I felt something poke my left cheek, knowing fully well what sight I would be greeted by once I opened my eyes. Harry's heartbreakingly beautiful figure was kneeling by my bed, his index finger repeatedly creating a man-made dimple at the side of my face.

"When are you going to wake up? I'm bored," he whined as he stood up to his full height, looking down at me where I was lying covered in bed sheets.

"You've got your four mates out there that are longing for your company," I retorted, pulling up the comforter to cover my face.

"It's noon," he stated before unveiling my face, turning on the bed lamp and deliberately tilting the screen for the light to shine straight on my face.

I groaned and turned away from the sharp light that cut through the dimly lit room as his laugh sounded throughout the room. Then his words sunk in.

"It's noon already?" I asked disbelievingly, turning back to him. He nodded, a pleased smirk taking over his features now that he had managed to catch my attention. I attempted to move my limbs that were stiff due to me having slept in the same position the whole night, but it hurt too much so I soon gave up.

"I'll be right up," I sighed and closed my eyes, deciding I would count to fifty before leaving the warmth of the cozy hotel bed.

"Oh no, you're not," I heard Harry say before I felt two strong hands gripping the tops of my arms, pulling me up to a sitting position. He then lifted me up without much effort and placed me vertically on the ground on my bare feet despite my protests. I tried to scold at him with my eyes, but it didn't seem to have any effect on him. On the contrary, I was the one that got trapped in his tranquil gaze.

He put his hands on my shoulders, bringing his face ever so slightly closer to mine. "You've got ten minutes to get ready for lunch," he said, emphasising the last word. With that he left, closing the door behind him.

I muttered incoherently as I undressed myself for a quick shower. The amount of power he had over me, knowingly or not, was outright plain absurd.

As the water fell down along my tired body memories from last night flooded my mind. None of us had drinken ourselves completely drunk. Me because I didn't like losing control over my body and mind, and the boys for the obvious reason being the commence of their tour. So I remembered everything. Including how sweet Harry had been. I felt myself blush as I thought about our moment on the balcony. It had been a little like something straight out of a chick-flick.

The only thing missing being the inevitable and highly anticipated kiss.

I sighed. I couldn't even imagine how it would feel to touch those rosy heart shaped lips with m-

"Ow!" I screamed, lifting up my right foot. The full shampoo bottle had slipped from my grasp, my pinkie toe being squashed between the mentioned object and the tiled floor. And it hurt like hell.

There I got for fantasising about him. Again. Who would have thought my name were going to be added to the endless amount of girls who dreamt about Harry Styles on a daily basis? Certainly not me.

Remembering the limited time I'd been given to get ready, I hurried up with making myself look presentable to others. Just when my second Chuck Taylor was securely laced up on my foot, a knock sounded on the wooden door. Without wasting any time, I grabbed my purse - my suitcase still remaining on the bus - and opened the door, stepping outside.

I almost got a little disappointed when I was met by Niall's blonde disarray of locks.

"We're checking out in ten," he informed me. I nodded, and we both headed towards the lobby where the rest of the boys were waiting.