Enough {h.s.}

25

I opened my eyes to see the long red velvet curtains cracked ever so slightly, just enough to let in a tad bit of sunlight. My eyes were heavy and my body ached. I rubbed my eyes continuously in an attempt to wake up. I felt disgusting, dirty. I was in my slip dress, the one I had been wearing under my dress last night. I saw my dress placed neatly on the chair across the room and every memory of last night came rushing back. I stared at the ceiling and began to feel ever more dirty. Did I really kiss him? I looked around the room and there was no sign of anyone being in there except for me. I pushing my heavy body off the bed and looked for my phone. Evan had sent a text that he was staying with his boys. I, oddly enough, didn't care. I needed to find Harry. We needed to talk. I remembered him telling something about 1945 last night.

I searched the room and found my robe in the bathroom. Evan must have had some stuff brought over. I covered myself and headed outside to look for room 1945. I walked briskly down the hall until I found the room. Hesitantly, I brought my hand up and knocked on the door. I waited for a decent amount of time and there was no answer. I considered knocking again but decided to just let it be. Before I could turn away there was a sound behind the door. He opened the door and stood there, his hair crazy and curly, eyes puffy.

"I woke you, didn't I?" I placed my hand on my chest. "I'm so sorry."

He laughed and shook his head. "No, come in. Please." He moved aside and I walked in. You could tell he's been here a while. His belongings were scattered across the room. "Are you hungry? We can order room service?"

"Maybe in a bit," I smiled slightly and walked over to a chair and took a seat. "I wanted to talk," I looked up at him. He nodded and walked over towards me, taking a seat at the edge of his bed. "About last night." My heart was racing and my temperature began to raise. I was so nervous and I wasn't sure why.

"Look, I know. You have a boyfriend. A life. A great one here, you don't need me here to ruin that. And I'm leaving a week, so it'll be okay." I know these words should have been a relief for me to hear but they just made me feel like I was losing something and I needed to grab it before it got away from her. But was I ready to tell him, or to admit to myself that I wanted him. And even if I did admit it, he's famous now. It wouldn't be like before. He has so many responsibilities now and all the eyes are on him. Was I ready for that kind of life? I was unsure, but I needed to decide fast because he was staring at me, his eyes never wavering from mine. He waited for me to say something, getting anxious for any type of words to come out of my mouth.

I parted my mouth and made a small noise but no real words. "Should I call room service now?" I knew he was just trying to break the awkward silence as he got up and reached for the phone.

"No," I finally said. I got up and made my way to the door. "I'm just gonna- I should go." I mumbled fussed with door handle.

"Wait!" I paused and looked back, waiting for him to speak but he just stared at me with his mouth open. "I- um- My flight isn't until Thursday and I do have photo shoots and dinners and parties while I'm here... And also some recording sessions," He paused to think about what else.

"So you won't have time to see me again, it's okay Harry." I gave a reassuring smile and began to walk out before he grabbed my hand to stop me.

"No, no, that's not what I was trying to say. I want to see you. I have all these things but I want to see you. So just give me times when you're available and I'll make it work." He grabbed the door from my other hand slowly closed it, his face inches from mine.