Unethical

Chapter 29: Storm

Ending the call with Adam, I then glance around the hotel room. It's actually not that bad of a room, and well since Harry and I will be stuck in here until the storm decides to tame down, I might as well get over the fact that he used me as his girlfriend last night. In fact, I believe we're even since I did wreck his car and bitched at him for something he didn't do.

I wait for my hair to air dry by itself and decide to fix up the mess we sort of made already in the room.

Harry takes about almost twenty minutes, I think, to get back to the room. He carries a plastic bag, full of things.

As he comes in, he studies around the room.

"You cleaned up?" He frowns, then looks into my eyes.

"Yeah...it's just that if we're gonna be in here for a while, I won't be really comfortable if it's all messy." Which is nothing but the truth. I have a problem with messy places, especially if they're small.

"Clean freak." This time I frown.

"I'm not!" I cross my arms over my chest, because he honestly just offended me.

Harry looks down as he takes snack boxes out of the plastic bag, but stops and eyes me once I defend myself. A smirk starts tugging onto his lips.

"Okay, if you say so." He raises an eyebrow at me, before turning his attention back to placing snack boxes, bags of chips, drinks, and even an ice cream casserole down on the round, small table in the room.

My face brights up, and I quickly make my way towards the small table and pick up the ice cream.

"How on Earth did you find this huge bowl of ice cream in this hotel? Or rather, who sold or gave you this?" I think he can clearly see my amusement about ice cream.

"A very nice lady in the cafeteria, because I kept asking her to give me some of her best snacks." A big smile grows on me. It feels like it's been a while since I've truly smiled from the heart.

"Did she look like she's in her mid forties and wears a hotel uniform, and had her black hair styled in a ponytail?" I ask him, because I feel like we've both acquainted with the same nice lady. I also try my best to explain the sweet, sweet lady.

"Yes, did you see her too?" Harry asks, as he takes the ice cream bowl out of my hands without even asking for it. But I notice he places it inside the small, black fridge.

"Yeah, she gave me painkillers! And thanks to her, I'm not suffering of any hangover headaches." I chuckle softly.

"That's very nice of her." He says, as he then pulls out the last things inside the plastic bag.

It's a small stack of a few DVD movies. I patiently stand by to see if he exhibits the movies he's picked to me. But instead, he just stretches them out for me to take them.

"You can pick whichever, I like them all anyways." I nod while staring at the movies that are currently being held by his large hand. I then pull them out of his hand, with both of mine and take a seat at the edge of the bed.

The movie at the very top happens to be Fifty Shades Of Grey. I literally then laugh out loud, then tilt my head up to watch Harry, which he's already staring back at me, clearly confused.

"We are definitely not watching this one." I bring the DVD box up in the air.

"Why not?" Harry's brows furrow.

"Because even though the story is somewhat intriguing, the movie includes really explicit details." I state, having to look away from his now intense gaze.