the deal ~ h.s. (au)

24. Shut Up

I close my eyes as I lean back on the chair, enjoying the silence I can't have very often when I'm here. Honestly, the image of Harry's face when he opens the door and sees Aron instead of me makes me laugh. It might sound a bit egoistical to say that I know he wants to see me, but I know he does. But, he knows what my job is here. It isn't walking around from room to room, which i sometimes do when I am bored or, more recently, when it comes to him; but it's sitting behind the reception desk, answering the phone and greeting guests. The hotel doesn't have a large staff, which usually would be ridiculous for a hotel, but since this hotel is small and not very prosperous with guests, it seemed like a great idea for our dear boss to lower the staff number and give the rest of us more job. Brian told me once the hotel used to be known around here, but then it fell into a crisis and Mr.Malik needed to fire half of the staff he had. So when it comes to taking care of the hotel, there's me, Aron, Michelle and Max, Lucy, Maddie, who work in the opposite shift. I met Maddie once; she's a woman in her early forties and she's very outgoing, which surprised me. I've never really had a conversation with Lucy or Max, but they seem nice. And then we have Michelle. The two of us have never been on good terms. Aron is very good with her so he shares with me some information about her life here and there, and she is a nice girl. At least that's what Aron has said. She's around the same age like me, and the reason why she's not very fond of me is because, repeating Aron's words, I'm Brian's ex girlfriend and she fancies Brian's company. It's a good reason for despising someone, if you ask me.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear footsteps approaching and I open my eyes only to see Aron who's, right now, staring at me like I've done something wrong, "What?" I ask him and he clears his throat.

"What's going on between you and that hot mess?" he asks and without even saying his name, I know to who he's referring to. I feel my heartbeat quicken and my mind just stops working. He's on to something; right now, he's creating thousand of theories in his head about Harry and I. And I know if he confronts me with facts and with any of his theories, he'll know I'm lying. I can't lie to him, and I know I've said that before for Jo who knows when I'm lying, but I'm so thankful she's been too busy obsessing over Liam to notice.

"I saw him on a party once and talked to him. Why?" I answer, telling the truth, just the beginning of a very long and embarrassing story.

Aron stares at me suspiciously, analysing what I've just said and nods, "I knocked on his door and he opened them and stared at me like I don't know what, and said, 'Where's Ella? Why didn't she bring the towels?' Blah blah, seriously, he's annoying," he says after I crack up at his impression of Harry. Thinking about Harry's voice makes me realise how slow and deep it is; I've never given much thought about it, I was always more focused on his body and it's features.

The phone rings again, stopping me from responding to Aron who rolls his eyes before he picks up the phone, "Paradis-" he starts, but stops and by his facial expression, I already know who's on the line. Aron mumbles something into the phone before he hangs up and looks up at me, "He wants towels and he wants you to bring them," he states and I start laughing.

"Please bring them to him, please," I beg and Aron just shakes his head as no at every please that leaves my mouth. Eventually he does give in and with a roll of his eyes walks away from me.

I can't explain how much it pleases me right now, just thinking about how frustrated Harry is in this moment and how he'll be even more frustrated now when Aron shows up at his door. I laugh out loud at the thought of Harry's face when he sees Aron.

I hear the elevator open and I stand up, seeing Aron walking towards the reception desk. I smile at him as I lean on my elbows on the desk and he rolls his eyes at me, "That man almost killed me with his hateful glare. He wasn't very pleased that you didn't come," he informs me and my smile grows even wider; nothing can top this satisfaction I'm feeling right now, in this very moment. Knowing that Harry didn't get what he wanted and how pissed he is about it, makes me somehow happy, and that's very evil.