Do I... Love Him?

19.

      We get to the hotel, and my jaw hits the floor. The hotel is crazy looking. It almost looks like a freaking business office... those fancy kinds.

    Its 5 stories tall, and most of the widows have balconies, so they must be the suites. Tall palm trees greeting the entrance of the hotel, and... its just beautiful.

  My first time in America, and lets just say it has a good first impression.

   We get out of the van and start grabbing our bags to put on the luggage carts. I can hear water and seagulls, and I cant help but wait to hit the beach.

   "How do you like it so far?" Harry smirks as he grabs a couple duffle bags out of the bag of the van. I start grabbing a suitcase, and answer his question.

"Well, I haven't seen much, but what I have seen, Its amazing."

He chuckles and we set the luggage on the luggage cart.

"Glad you like it so far, babe." He quickly pecks my cheek. I smile like an idiot. This boy.

"Alright. To get your keys to your hotel room, just walk up to the front desk,and give them your name." Paul informs. Everyone says ok, and we start walking in.

  The almost mirror like sliding glass doors open automatically. "Whoa." I say impressed. There are people walking around with luggage, and then there are some nice furniture to the left of the entrance, and then there is more furniture to the right.

   While I am mentally freaking out about this place, we make our way up to the front desk with a middle-aged woman typing away on the keyboard.

Harry clears his throat, and the lady looks up at him with a welcoming smile.

"Hello. How may I help you?" She holds the smile.

"Err.. I was told I had a reservation, under the name of Harry Styles." He answers as he grabs my hand.

  I look down, and I intertwine our fingers together. When I look back up, the lady is handing him a couple plastic cards. Probably the keys. 

"Room 515." She holds out the cards.

"Thank you." Harry nods, and then starts to push the cart towards the elevators.

  The shiny elevator doors open, and Harry pushes the cart in.

After the door closes, I push the button to the 5th floor.

   As we wait, I lean my head on Harry's shoulder. I notice that he tenses a little bit, but then soon relaxes and wraps an arm around my waist. I wonder that was about. Maybe it was just unexpected.

  I hear a ding and then the doors open. We walk out of it, and start searching for our room. As we walk down the hallway, I start humming Why Dont You Love Me? by Hot Chelle Rae featuring Demi Lovato.

  I hear a small chuckle and a slight squeeze on my waist. I look up at Harry. I witness a dimple in his facial appearance. I stop walking.

"What?" I couldn't help but feel the right corner of my lips twitch upwards.

"Nothing."He answers shaking his head with a grin on his face.

"Harold Edward Styles." I smirk.

  He looks down at me still smiling. I raise an eyebrow.

"What? I just think its cute when you hum." He he grabs my hand again, and intertwined our finger once again.

I smile at his cheeky response and we continue walking in the hallway. I look at he numbers on the doors.