Bad Boy (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 19

Alex's POV

The plane ride to Hawaii is completely boring and I can't sleep either. I'm exhausted but I know if I sleep I will have those horrifying nightmares and that will surely cause a scene. It feels as if there's a black hole in me just wanting to take over my body completely. I think I might let it.

Harry said that as soon as we get there, we can shop for new clothes. I can't wait actually. I'm ready to change my entire wardrobe. I'm done with those girly floral dresses and wedges. That was literally my everyday outfit and I'm ready to match my new wardrobe with my new attitude.

I've been thinking a lot about it and I've decided to get black leggings, shredded black skinny jeans, combat boots, and I'm seriously considering a few leather jackets. I definitely want to get a nose ring now that I have been thinking about it and I really want to dye my hair. I guess you can say I've gone completely crazy.

I look over at Harry to find him sleeping peacefully and Zayn is focused on his phone. I actually envy Harry for being able to sleep so easily. I don't think I can ever sleep again without some kind of horrifying nightmare coming into my mind. They seem so real and every time I wake up from one, I feel like I hate the world even more than yesterday. u

The plane lands about two hours later and I gently shake Harry to wake him. He mumbles something and turns to the other side, ignoring me completely. Zayn reaches over and plugs his nose, causing him to jump up a few moments later for air.

"Asshole." He tells Zayn and grabs his bag that I'm guessing is full of money and he throws Zayn's at him.

"Shithead." Zayn answers back before standing to get off the plane.

"How was the ride?" Harry turns to me and asks. His sleepy voice is honestly sexy as hell.

"Horrible. It was bumpy and I couldn't sleep." I tell him before joining Zayn to get off.

"You look like you're about to pass the fuck out. When we get to the hotel you're sleeping." Harry tells me. I don't want to sleep because I will have nightmares. I don't want to have nightmares because it will look like I'm weak and I am not weak. I feel nothing anymore.

"I don't want to sleep." I tell him. My mind says otherwise when I let out a yawn causing Harry to smirk.

"Yeah, you're sleeping." He says laughing.

We get off of the plane and since we have no luggage, we immediately leave the airport, getting a cab outside. The hotel we pull up to looks like a mansion. I honestly hope that Zayn isn't planning on staying in the same room as me and Harry. I've grown comfortable around Harry, not quite for Zayn yet.

We go to the desk and Harry asks what rooms are available. Of course, the only things available are the rooms with one bed or the suites. I don't know why but I have a feeling he's going to get the one bed.

I was proved wrong when he choses the Presidental Suite. I may or may not be a little excited. Zayn goes with the other suite, which will be directly across from us. We go up to the top floor and go into the suite. This place looks nicer than my house did honestly. There was a couch in the middle of the room and a 70 inch televison plastered on the wall across from the couch. The kitchen was a pretty decent size for a hotel room and there was a balcony with a hottub right outside of the living room.

There's two bedrooms right outside of the livingroom, both with master bathrooms. Stand up shower and a jicuzzi? Can we just live here?

I go to change into my pj's before realizing that I have none with me.

"Harry." I say walking towards him.

"Alex." He replies not turning around.

"How the hell am I supposed to sleep with no pjs?" I ask him and I'm honestly dead serious.