I tie my red bikini top back, before taking my hair out of the ponytail and letting it fall back. I adjust my top once more before glancing at my phone again. I simply gave Harry an 'Okay' back, and that was the end of it. We got back to the hotel, and Niall told me to get changed into a bathing suit as they had the indoor pool open for them, despite the pool closing at 11 p.m., an hour ago.
I grab my white, lace coverup and head out of the bathroom in case someone is waiting for the bathroom. Liam, Niall, and Harry are all out in the living room area, each one of them on their phones. Niall glances up and smiles at me, before stating, "Louis and Zayn already ran up. Ready?"
"You can head up real quick, I'm just going to make a call real quick." I wave him off. He shrugs and looks at Liam, who nods his head. They both start heading out, and I grab my phone from the counter of the kitchenette. Harry and I are left, the only two now in the hotel room.
I look up, holding my phone to my chest, as he gets up from the couch.
"Listen, earlier....did not happen." is the first thing that comes out of his mouth. The blood in my body feels a rush of cold run through as I stare at him. Of all the things to say, I did not expect for him to say that.
He nears me, leaving two feet between us as he leans against the counter. He then continues, "And it cannot happen again. If someone saw that, I'd get in deep shit with management, with Niall, and you'd be kicked right off of this tour. I'm supposed to be with Stephanie. It's a contract, a legitimate contract that I'm not supposed to break."
"Okay." I whisper, slightly confused. Ever since I got here, he was the one making remarks to me that suggested that he liked me. He was the one that grabbed me and kissed me earlier at the venue. Yet, he is the one that doesn't want it to happen again.
"Okay?" he questions. I step back a little, wondering what else I was supposed to say. He steps closer, towering over me with his height.
"Not okay?" I question back, eyes furrowed together. He stares into my eyes intently, the kitchen light glimmering in his green eyes.
"Do you not care?" he asks, as if confused himself.
"What?"
"Do you want me, or not?" his voice gets deeper, yet softer. My shy side starts to come loose, and I feel to scared to answer that question all of a sudden.
"Why does it matter? You said it can't happen again, and it shouldn't have happened." I utter out, stuttering slightly.
"Yes or no, do you want me, like I want you?" he whispers, and I feel myself freeze up completely. At this point, I want to run. I want to say yes, but I want to run. I have never felt so vulnerable and nervous in front of a guy before.
"They're waitin-"
"It's a yes or no answer." he cuts me off, with a slightly demanding voice. I gape at him, so taken off by this suddenness. He raises his eyebrows, as if telling me to answer his question with just his facial expression.
His fingers graze across my bare hip and my breath hitches in my throat. He shortens the distance between us, the tension between us thickening. "Yes." I breathe out, staring at his lips now. He inches closer, but pulls back as a loud noise interrupts the two of us.
I look down at my phone as the music of the ringtone plays, only to see Niall's face on the screen. I answer the phone and look up at Harry as he turns around, hand pulling at his hair.
"Megan, you coming up anytime soon?"
"Yeah, I'm on my way."
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Our Little Secret // h.s.
Fanfiction"Niall can't know, he'll kill us." I whisper, feeling breathless. I rest my head on his sweat covered chest and he presses his lips to my forehead. He runs his fingers along the bare skin on my back and whispers, "No one can find out."
