Attraction

Chapter 3

Jessica

As Harry locks the bathroom door, I chuckle quietly as I settle my things on the oak dresser. I settle myself on the bed with my phone, scrolling through my range of various books, deciding which one I should read tonight. As I'm doing this, I hear the main door rattle and someone curse from the other side.

"Shit, this is the wrong key," they say, and I immediately recognise the voice as Niall's. I chuckle and sit up, placing my phone on the bed gently. I walk towards the door as the handle rattles more and more, each time getting more aggresive and impatient.

"Niall Niall," I say as the door knob stops shaking abruptly.

"Jessica? Why are you in my room? Are you with Harry in the-"

"No Niall this is my room," I laugh, going to open the door, however it doesn't budge. I try and unlock it and twist the doorknob but yet again I have no luck.

"Niall can you take your hand off of the door knob please," I say, panic rushing trough my veins at the thought of me being stuck in this room.

"My hand isn't on the door knob?" Niall questions as I can hear the confusion in his voice.

"Oh my god," I gasp, twisting the door knob again and again in the hope that it might open. "Niall how many times did you try to swipe your card?" I ask, because I can remember the concierge saying that if you swiped the card over 10 times the door automatically locks.

"Oh only about 20 times," Niall chuckles, and I have no idea how he can make light of this situtation, because to me it is no way funny.

"Oh god," I gulp, taking a step back from the door, " Niall I'm locked inside,"

"Who's locked inside?" I hear a door click open as Harry steps out of the bathroom, wiping his wet hands on his jeans. He stares at me intensely with furrowed brows as he takes in my panicked state.

"We're locked inside the room," I pant, my anxiety difficulties taking the best of me, "the door won't budge,' I point at the door as Harry rolls his eyes at me.

"Why on earth would we be locked inside?" he says disbelievingly, pushing past me towards the door with a determined look on his face. His large hand reaches for the handle as he twists it with ease, but just like when I tried, the door remains shut. His eyes squint together in worry, as he repeats his actions but again, the door does not open.

"Shit," he swears, and I'm beginning to grow tired of his contstant repition of expletives. " How the fuck did this happen?" he spits angrily, slamming his fist against the door frame. I jump as his actions are unexpected, and I take a step back from him.

"Niall thought this was his room too, and he swiped his card too many times, so the door locks automatically if you swipe the incorrect card ten or more times," I explain, biting my lip. I'm honestly quite scared that I might be locked inside such a small space with such an big headed person.

"How do you know that then Miss Smart Ass?" he questions, looking at me challengely whilst leaning on the wall, his arm supporting his weight as his hand rested on the cream painted surface.

"Well if you actually bothered to listen in the lobby, you would of heard the very kind lady say that the doors lock for 24 hours," I spit back, placing my hands on my waist in a dominant pose. I  know I definitely do not intimidate Harry to the scale he intimidaes me, but I will not just stand here and have him talk to in such a rude way.

"Fucking hell," he sighs, removing his hand from the wall and pushing past me towards the large armchair near the bed, sitting down with an irritate huff.