Fame (Harry Styles) - COMPLETE

Part 7; unsuspected

After the event, everyone from around the table said their goodbyes to the other nominees as we made our way slowly over to the car. The One Direction boys were expected at an after party in about two hours, and so we decided to head back to the hotel first in order to freshen up. I'd decided that I wasn't in the mood for partying, so I intended to stay back in my room and curl up in bed with one of the hundreds of books I'd brought up here with me.

We all clambered into the limo, me and a few of the boys' girlfriends sticking our fingers in our ears in order to block out the screams that were still loud even in the distance. The boys continued waving and grinning as they ackowledged the lustful fans, still a little overwhelmed at how crazy everything was right now. They'd just won their first ever Brit award, and here they were slumming it out in the limo.

"Some of those girls are absolutely nuts!" Becky laughed, snuggling up to Liam as he casually slung his arm around her shoulders. I laughed, nodding in agreement with a few of the others who were also considering the crazed fans that were now running after our means of transport. I couldn't help but notice a pair of knickers hit the window, along with a packet of sweets and a banner that read 'I <3 Larry Stylinson'.

"Nah, they're just dedicated." Louis winked as he began pouring out yet another glass of champagne. Louis was probably the heaviest drinker in the band, but no one ever told him when to stop- he was definitely the funniest drunk in the group.

Harry didn't say a word as he sat awkwardly in between Zayn and Niall, who also had their arms around their girlfriends. Him and I looked a like a couple of spare parts, due to the fact that all of the others were paired up and chatting away with each other. Usually when this happened Harry and I would get together and just talk until the car ride was over, but tonight be didn't even look like he had the energy in order to sustain a conversation, which was probably understandable after the day he'd had.

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Climbing out of the car meant that we were faced with yet more girls that were stood outside of the fancy hotel building. A few of them handed me pieces of paper with their twitter names on, and I promised I would get them to the boys with a smile. Others asked me for photos, and I obliged, grinning away and being polite towards them; the last thing the boys needed were yet more girls hating their girlfriends.

The boys spent a little while with their fans until the majority of the girls were satified that they'd finally met their idols. However, after about fifteen minutes of being way friendly and polite, the girls and I began making our way up the stairs, grabbing our things from the main recepetion before taking the lift up to the eighth floor. We all had seperate rooms, which was lucky as I'd always hated sharing when I was in that ratty, tired state of mind. The boys' management were paying for everything, which meant that in the morning I intended to take advantage of the heated indoor swimming pool and spa that was only open to VIP customers.

I smiled over at my friends, who all looked absolutely knackered. Chelsea's perfectly curled hair was now flat and wavy as she watched the rest of us with tired eyes. I couldn't help but giggle as one side of her long hair was a lot curlier than the other.

"Night then, guys." Bella smiled, pulling us all into an individual hug after dropping the bags to our feet. I hugged her back tightly when it got to my turn, taking in the strong scent of her favourite perfume before pulling away.

"Night." everyone said, finally finding the energy to head down the hallway in order to find their individual apartments. Mine is the last one on the right, which is situated right next to Chelsea's, and opposite Becky's. I grin at my neighbours as they both close their doors and lock them firmly for the night.

Pulling out my card/key thing, I grab the handle and push it down, unlocking the door quickly as the lights in the hallway begin to dim slightly.

As I pushed the door open, the overwhelming clean smell of the room hit me like a tonne of bricks. My bags are soon dumped on the floor beside the toilet door as I headed over to the mini bar, which was situated on the counter beside a posh looking kettle and a sink.

I stared through the glass, deciding which one of the drinks I wanted before I suddenly heard a faint knock at the door. Feeling reluctant to open the wooden door to just any old stranger, I turned to face the wall where the door was and frowned.

"Who is it?" I called out, just loud enough so the person on the other side could hear.

No answer.

"For god's sake." I muttered under my breath as I made my way over to the door, feeling the frown lines deepen on my forehead.

The tapping on the door came again as I neared it, and flinging it open, I'm was faced with the only boy I know that wore white open shirts and had a huge mop of messy brown hair.

"Harry?" I asked. His head snaped up from whatever he was staring at on the floor, and I smiled slightly.

"Can I come in?" he asked. It turned out he didn't wait for my answer though, as he pushed past me and sat himself down on the bed.

"Uh, sure." I chuckled, firmly closing the door and locking it behind me.

Harry appeared to be deep in thought as I wandered across the room and placed myself down beside him. I tried smiling reassuringly, but he didn't seem to notice as his attention is directed to the mini bar in front of him. Not really expecting him to, he soon stepped up from the squeaky bed and delved into the small fridge, pulling out a small bottle of beer along with a bottle of sparkling water for me.

"Uh, thanks." I muttered as I took the bottle with a firm grasp. Harry latched onto it for a second as his glittering eyes met mine, before he pulled away and turned to the mirror on the right side of the bed.

I also turned my attention to the mirror and grimaced at myself. The heat from the O2 had caused my hair to become a little wavy, the effects of the straightners must've worn off as the temperature rose a little. My dress was ridden right up to the tops of my thighs, which also caused me to shudder as I pulled the skirt back down so it just met the tops of my knees. Harry seemed to notice, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly as he watched me.

The silence became deafening as I stared down at the floor.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a bit of a state as my nerves got the better of me. What is wrong with me tonight?

"Not really." Harry retorted, seeming distant. "I just wanted to get away from the boys for a while, Niall's farting is beginning to drive me a bit insane."

I giggled at his last remark, my eyes widening slightly as he suddenly tears his jacket from his torso and lies it on the bed beside him.

The awkwardness set in again.

"You can stay the night if you want," I declared, feeling as though my words came out wrong. "I can always sleep on the sofa bed thing."

Harry watched me for a second, before dragging his gaze away.

"Nah it's alright... I should probably be heading back to my own room. The party's probably started and I'm late."

I nodded.

"Ah, okay."

"I'll see you later, Molly." Harry smiled, before planting a light kiss on my rapidly warming cheek. I felt the blush creep across my face as Harry directed his attention over to the door and began walking towards it reluctantly.

"Yeah, see you."

He looked as though a million things were currently whizzing around in his mind, which troubled me as I hated the feeling that he couldn't talk to me about any of it.

Just as Harry placed his large hand on the door handle, he turned back to see me staring with intent dancing in my eyes.

Before I knew it, Harry was flying across the room and our lips are crashing down onto one another's roughly.