extortion || h.s

chapter three:

[A/N]: so harry and carissa's ship name iiissss... *drum roll* CARRY. Haha, happy reading my lovelies. x

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Normally Thursdays were my favorite day of the week, but as I dragged my–very heavy, may I add–suitcase across the tar, into a very busy airport it was definitely not my favorite at the moment.

You see, I have never been on a plane. I've heard all of these horrible things about them, you know the norm. Like engines dying, rude flight attendants, the popping in your ears when it takes off. (And just for that reason, I had brought a pack of gum. Thanks to my mom)

I was supposed to meet Harry here around twelve noon, but by the looks of it he wasn't very punctual. Not that I had expected him to be, punctual was one of the things I least expected him to be, truthfully. But right after sitting down, there he was. Pushing his way through the crowd of people, he dragged his suitcase behind him much like I just had and his slender fingers held his cellphone up to his ear as he smiled.

We finally caught eye contact and he just smirked. I rolled my eyes in return and waited for him to finally make it over, which he did sooner or later.

"Hey, I've gotta go. Yeah, see you tomorrow mum. Mhm, love you too." He said and then his cheeks flushed right before he mumbled some sort of kiss sound through the phone. I smirked, trying to not laugh.

"Shut up." He said after ending his call with his mother.

"What time is our flight?" I asked, standing up.

He looks down to his watch and his eyes just about budge out of his head.

"Fuck. Right now. Come on, we gotta get going." He hurried me along.

I followed after him and all that was racing through my head was I can't fucking do this.

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We sit here on the plane, we've only been on here for three and a half hours and I'm already getting fidgety. I can't stand sitting in one place for too long and having to sit in one seat for seven and a half hours was going to drive me fucking nuts if I didn't get up soon, so I decided to go to the bathroom.

Thankfully no one was in there, so I walked in, but automatically felt claustrophobic. How was one suppose to go the the bathroom in this small space? They made work cubicles bigger than this! I sighed, checking my reflection in the mirror. I ruffled my hair up a bit. I soon jumped due to the asshole knocking on the door in a very loud manner.

"Someones in here." I bite out.

"Hurry up, lady! Other people on this plane need to go to the bathroom as well!" A grouchy old man voice yelled through the door and I rolled my eyes.

"Your wish is my fucking command, sir." I say, opening the door and going back to sit in my spot.

I scoot past Harry to get to my seat and sigh. How was I going to survive the rest of this plane ride?

"Hey." A groggy voice beside me spoke.

I just stared at him, I really don't want to talk to him at this moment.

"Look, I know being on a plane with me is probably one of the last pla–"

"The last." I correct.

"The last place you want to be, but at least make an effort." He finished his sentence.

"Which is accurate. I would rather eat my own toes than sit here with you. And no, I will not make an effort to get along with a guy that I barely know but yet am taking a plane to London to fool his mom into thinking I'm his girlfriend just so I don't lose my job." I bite at him, almost ready to slap him.

"Don't have to be such a bitch about it all, you're the one dry humping your boyfriend in your works bathroom stalls." He grumbles.

"And you don't have to be a dick, but hey. Looks like neither of us know how to do either of those." I roll my eyes at him.

"Yeah, whatever." He eyes me and puts his headphones in before going back to sleep. Or try to, at least.

I pull my book out, the one that I have read over 30 times and still fall in love with each time, The Fault in Our Stars because I'm just one big cliché. But as my eyes follow the sentences on the page, I don't take in anything and all I can think about is how nervous I am to meet his mom.

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The fourth hour, I took one of Harry's headphones and listened with him. He didn't stop me.

The fifth hour, Harry got a package of nuts. I stole them.

The sixth hour, I told Harry I liked his music taste and he just smirked, the same smirk that he used all the time.

The last hour, we didn't talk.

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We arrive to the hotel sooner than I had expected, I wasted no time between arriving and bringing my stuff up to our room. I only had one suitcase with me, so it wasn't the hardest thing in the world. I left Harry behind, going to the front desk and smiling to the woman behind it.

"Harry Styles." I say, confidently and I'm pretty sure the woman was wondering why my parents named me Harry Styles.

"Here you are ma'am." She hands two cards over and I smile evilly. I had both cards. This sparked an idea.

I thanked the woman and made it into the elevator just as Harry walked through the front doors. I slyly held up the two cards near my face and smirked as the doors were closing and his eyes went wide. He knew exactly what I was doing.

Pressing button four, I waited impatiently before the annoying elevator ding rang through and I ran out reading the numbers on the doors quickly.

201

202

203

Ah! 204!

I smirked, pushing the card into the slot and waiting as it made a beeping sound and the door unlocked. I felt superior, dragging my suitcase in and closing the door behind me. Turning around my jaw probably fell to the floor.

Two beds, a gigantic window, a small yet clean bathroom, flat screen. I felt like a queen, which I soon ruined, jumping on the bed acting like a small child. That was until there was a knock on the door.

"Carissa?" It was Harry. "Open the door." He cooed, like I was five.

"Now why would I go and do that?" I asked, getting off of the bed and leaning against the door.

"I don't know, maybe because we're sharing a room?" He asked, already annoyed with me.

I huff, opening the door up to see Harry with a very large smirk on his face. I roll my eyes and go to sit on the bed that I had already claimed as mine. He didn't argue, just set his suitcase on the other bed.

"Alright, we have rehearsal dinner tomorrow and we have to go over to my moms early in the morning." He says, taking out toiletries and putting them in the small and classy bathroom. If a bathroom could be classy, this one sure was.

"Okay." I say, looking at my chipped nail polish.

"Alright. I told some friends I'd go out with them tonight. You gonna be alright here by yourself?" He asked, his face serious. The worst thing I could have done was laugh at how concerned he was. Which may have been what I did.

"I'll be fine. I'll probably get some room service and watch old episodes of Breaking Bad on Netflix." I say, pulling my laptop out of my suitcase and smiling.

He rolls his eyes before he leaves and I sit back and relax while watching my all time favorite show.