morena h.s

chapter two

The man shuts the door behind him and turns on the lights with a sigh.
He sets his suitcase down near the door and runs his hands through his hair before saying, "So you wanna tell me what happened out there?"
I take a seat on the only bed in the hotel room and cross my arms, "You wanna tell me your name, man?"
He raises his eyebrows and his lips curl up into a small smirk. "It's Harry. Now tell me what happened."
"My mom kicked me out of our room to fuck some guy and I forgot my key," I shrug when he looks surprised, "It happens all the time. I usually just wait it out and sleep on the couch in the lobby until the morning. Rob the janitor even gives me a blanket and everything."
He gives me a look that screams pity and i want to smack it off of him. Yeah it sucks, but I can take care of myself. I don't need his pity.
Glancing at his suitcase, I quickly change the subject, "So how long you staying for?"
He walks over to the small desk placed in front of the bed and sits down in the chair. "Uh, I'll be here for about two weeks...I think. I'm just here on a business trip."
I nod and glance around his room. I fucking hate small talk.
"And where do you live?" I ask.
"I'm from England but I-uh-have several houses throughout the U.S." He fiddles with two rings on his fingers and my eyes are drawn to his hands. Big hands. I hum, not hearing a word he said, as I look at all the tattoos scattered around his arms.
I look back up at him and get up from the bed, slowly walking over to him. I sit down on the floor, kneeling before him and let my finger skim over the cross tattoo on his hand. He tenses and I look up at him through my eyelashes for permission to continue, but he just stares at me. I let my fingers roam over his arms, feeling goosebumps form, tracing over each tattoo until my finger meets the fabric of his sleeve. I let my hand drop to my side and look up at him. He quickly looks away and yawns, "I'm-uh getting pretty tired. Um I think maybe you you should sleep here."
I nod.
"Sounds good to me."
"Ok then, I'm going to go grab some extra pillows and blankets from downstairs."
I furrow my eyebrows, still on the floor, "Why?"
"So I can sleep on the floor." He states.
I chuckle lightly, "Oh there's no way in hell you're sleeping on the floor. Which side of the bed do you want?"
He begins to protest but I stop him, "I'll take the side near the wall."
He stays in the chair and I stay in my position on the carpeted floor and he sighs, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Yeah no biggie, Harry."
He shifts in his chair and finally caves in, nodding.
I stand up and walk to the bed, getting under the covers. I sigh in content as my head hits the pillow and look up at Harry, still in the chair.
"You gonna come?" I ask.
"Uh Y-yeah. Just give me a minute."
He gets up from the chair and walks the short distance to the bathroom. I keep my gaze on him as he closes the door a bit, however still letting me get a perfect view of him. I watch curiously as he runs his hands through his hair and begins to take his shirt off.
I contemplate turning away and giving him his privacy, but I refrain, mesmerized as his hands clumsily unbutton his shirt. More and more tattoos become visible as he slides his shirt off of his shoulders. I smile lightly to myself and turn away from the bathroom, away from Harry.
A moment later, he comes out in just his boxers and shuts the lights off.
I feel the bed dip next to me as Harry gets in bed and I keep my gaze on the ceiling.
Moments pass in silence, and my eyes grow heavy. As I am drifting off, I sleepily mutter, "Harry?"
Silence.
"Yes?"
"I like the moth one the most. It's cute."
Silence.
"Good night, Morena."
I hum.
"Night, Harry."

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