Stuck : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Part 4

Part 4

A few more minutes of silence goes by and I start to feel like he’s watching me.  I sneak a peak at him out of the corner of my eye and it’s not me he’s staring at but my almost empty bottle of water.  “Are you thirsty?” I ask as I hand him the bottle. 

“Not quite,” he says bashfully, “I have to pee.” I pull my extended arm back to my body. 

“Really?  You can’t hold it in?” I snap.

“Oh come on, who knows how long we will be in here?  I really have to go.” His pitch gets more whiney as he ends his sentence but I think he’s doing it on purpose to annoy me.

“I can’t believe I am going to say this but here, take it.”. I hand him the bottle.

“No peaking!” he says with a smirk.  I giggle.  Even though his back is turned to me I feel like covering my eyes with my hands will provide an extra sense of privacy while he pees just a few feet from me.  As the tinkling sounds hit the bottle I can’t help but laugh.  “It’s not funny!”

“I can’t help it.  What a ridiculous position we are in.  You’re lucky I have some hand wipes I took from the rib place last night.” He finishes up and screws the cap back on the bottle and places it as far from us as he can.  I hand him the hand wipes and he wipes his hands then sits back down.

“They say a relationship that starts with a traumatic event usually lasts the longest,” he says with a wink.

“Who says that? No one says that.  And second of all this is not traumatic,” I start to get flustered as my heart begins to beat a bit faster.  “And third of all we are not starting a relationship.  You’re, what, 12, 13?”

“I’m 18,” he cuts in.

“I’m 10 years older than you!”. What a ridiculous thought, dating an 18 year old, no way.  “I just got out of a 10 year relationship.  That means you were 8 when it started.” I begin to shake my head no.  He laughs.

“I like a challenge,” he says as he looks me dead in the eye.  The eye contact sends shivers down my spine. What is going on with me?  I break contact and look back down at my phone.

Before anymore awkwardness takes place the elevator jolts up and down and we begin moving.  Thank God, they have fixed the elevator.  The rest of the way to the lobby we both stand in silence.  The doors open and the manager of the hotel is standing there waiting for us and apologizes for the inconvenience. 

I begin to walk out to my rented car.  I missed the race but at this point I am hungry and in need if of alcohol.  Harry calls out to me and jogs after me until he catches up. “Wait!” I am just about to get in when he grabs onto my hand to keep me from getting the car.  “Give me your number.”

“I don’t think so,” I say as I pull my hand from his.

“Give me a chance.  Let me prove to you I am not just a kid.  I missed my concert so come out to dinner with me and my band mates?”

“Do you guys need a chaperone?” I joke.  He just gives me a half smirk.  “That was funny and you know it.  I’m sorry, Harry, I can’t .”

He opens the car door for me and I get in.  I turn the car on and open the window.  He shuts the door for me.  “I told you before I like a challenge, you’ll be back.”

I roll my eyes as I put my seatbelt on.  “Bye, Harry.” I pull out of the spot and drive off leaving him standing alone in the parking lot.