Summer Styles (Harry Styles)

The RITZ

"Hadley, Hadley you need to get up," a gentle voice coos, adding a small shake to me arm. "Come on. We need to leave for London. Hadley."

"Errr ugh," I half groan, half yawn.

Opening my eyes, I see curls bobbing up and down and thin lips shifting into a smile.

"Hey," I half smile.

As I take in my surroundings, it occurs to me that I fell asleep on a plastic table, and glancing at the clock, it's almost 11:30 pm.

"Oh no!" I screech, realizing that I missed their show after getting all dressed up. I feel bad for Lou. She worked so hard on me, and here I am, sleeping.

Sympathy and understanding filled his eyes, "don't worry about it. I think we all understand."

I peer behind him, and we are alone. Slowly, I push myself off the table and out of the chair, only to have a strong hand wrap around my arm and cautiously assist my movement.

"Thanks," I mumble, timidly. I can't stop thinking about the girl he was on the phone with.

"No problem," his voice is lighthearted and sweet sounding.

Harry guides me to the door with a light hand on the small of my back. We go out the way we came, which I still don't know, and walk out of the building and into a black SUV.

Back in the car, Harry tells me, "we had some trouble with the concert tonight. All the lighting was wrong and the microphones wouldn't work, so we started about an hour late. Since it's so late, management wants us to stay in a hotel tonight. You'll have your own room, of course, but we will be leaving for London tomorrow."

His words sink in,fully, as we pull up to a large hotel, where I can see "RITZ" written on the side in large black letters.

"I'm sorry if we messed up your plans more, but I guess that's just how it is in this world."

"It's alright. Like I said before, it's better than the alternative," I breathe, although I should be happy that I being treated so nicely.

When the doors open, I'm in awe. The tall ceilings are beautiful with large, crystal chandeliers hanging from them, and artwork plastered on the wall, with black frames that match the tiles the covered the entire lobby.

"Here you are," says a woman, Macy, I think, handing each of us a key to the room. "We have 3 rooms for you."

My eyes go wide. How is this going to work? There are 5 guys and me. I swallow my words of reluctance as Macy speaks again.

"Liam and Zayn, Niall and Louis, and Harry and Hadley, will share a room. Now off to bed. You need to report here at 7:30 AM sharp in order for us to make it back to London by the evening," With that the woman turned around and clacked her high heels to the elevator and disappeared.

"Alright. Well, we're going to sleep. Night, guys," Liam says, and walks away, followed by Zayn, Louis, and Niall. Harry and I are left alone, standing, awkwardly, in the large hotel lobby.

"Today has been fun," I blurt out before I can stop myself. "Thanks. I really needed it."

"Really? I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. It was quite and eventful day," he cheekily smiles, and flips his hair back. "I believe it's time to get some sleep. Or, have you had enough sleep?" He jests about me sleeping through the show.

My eyes go wide and head rises on my cheeks," I'm really sorry about that. I don't know why I fell asleep for so long," I grin.

"It's really alright," he chuckles, "but you have to make up for it."