Nemophilist || h.s. [ON HOLD]

01 • Fluffy Bunny.

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Fluffy Bunny.

•Rose-Marie's P.O.V•

I wake up with the sound of water running and someone shaking my shoulder lightly. I open my eyes only to be met with bright emerald ones.

"Mr. Styles?" I ask confusingly, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"Harry," he corrects, the ends of his mouth curling up just a tad, "your father has assigned you another body guard, he will be coming in later this afternoon."

I nod a bit, glancing behind his large body to see the water running a bath inside what looks to be an open hotel room.

"Oh yeah," he continues, "I'm running you a bath. I put up one of the extra sheets so you have some privacy. I apologize for not getting a better hotel or another hotel room but your father requested the nearest hotel room and for me to be as close to you as possible at all times."

"It's okay," I smile, "thank you for going through all the work and carrying me inside and everything. It means a lot to me."

Hope blossoms through my eyes when I quickly sit up and scramble to a window, opening the curtain slightly.

I look around, seeing the rest of the hotel before spotting a clearing on the other side- looking to be some sort of wheat field of a farm.

That'll have to do.

I lean back and let the curtain fall back into place, checking my attire. I find that my shoes, flannel, and sun glasses are somewhere unknown, so I start to leave without them.

"Mrs. Gallows!"

I turn to face Harry fully, biting my lip in anticipation.

I look up at him with puppy dog eyes and he furrows his eyebrows, looking down before sighing and turning the bath water off.

"Only for a few minutes. Your water needs to cool off anyway." He agrees.

I squeal and run to him, pressing my hands to his shoulder to pull him down while I stand on my toes to kiss his cheek.

I run to the door and unlock the doorknob, glaring up at the top lock that I can't reach.

I hear a soft chuckle, before I see Harry's arm reach up and unlock it without effort.

I huff before stepping outside and breathing in deeply, closing my eyes momentarily before turning back to Harry as he closes the hotel room door.

"Oh and Harry," I call. He turns to me patiently, "Call me Rose."

With that, I spin around and sprint across the vacant car lot and the abandoned street, running toward the field while giggling like a school girl.