Misunderstood (Harry Styles)

Chapter 13

Masie

We had arrived at our hotel. I headed to the reception desk to get our hotel keys. 

"Hello, we've got a reservation under Harry Styles?" I asked the receptionist.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Sure Miss I have too, move along I don't have time for anymore people wasting my time today. Do you know how many people have come up to the desk today and said those exact words?" She spat very irritated with me.

"Seriously I am with Harry, he's right behind me," I replied getting annoyed and I turned round to see Harry's mop of curls standing out from the circles of girls he was stood in.

"Your name?" She asked pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Masie Edwards," I replied tapping my finger impatiently.

After the ordeal at my dad's studio I just wanted a nice hot shower to wash his grubby germs off me. I shivered remembering his cigarette breath on my face.

"Argh yes sorry hun my appolergised both rooms are under your name," she announced having gone red from embarrassment at her outburst.

"Don't worry about it I know how you feel," I said turning and checking on Harry.

His eyes met mine and they looked concerned. He clearly could read me very well. Which was very impressive since we hadn't known each other that long. I gave him a small smile as I held up the keys the receptionist had just given me.

"Alright girls thank you so much for all your support, I can't wait to start my tour and I will see you guys on the road," I heard him say loud enough for them all to hear.

I smiled he really does love his fans. I headed towards the lift as we were on the top floor. Best view ahhh so excited.

I stepped in and Harry did shortly after. Once the doors closed he backed me against the railing that you can hold onto and placed his hands either side of me on it. He started into my eyes with his eye brows furrowed. He was thinking really hard, I felt my mouth go dry and my heart beat quicken. I didn't like not knowing what he was thinking.

It began to get really hot in the lift and Harry still hadn't moved or even shifted his gaze.

He leaned in and pressed his forhead against mine. "What's worrying you," He finally asked his minty breath washing all over my face.

I flicked my gaze to the dial that told me how many floors we had to go. 10!

"Would you mind if I had a nice shower and got in my pjays and then we will talk okay? I just feel all dirty and horrible and I need to shower," I replied still not making eye contact.  I was not weak. I never wanted to be vulnerable I have always been strong especially when my friend Bee would get into fights in bars and clubs when we go out. I had to be her partner in crime lets say. There's a side to me Harry hasn't seen yet and I'm not sure he would like it. A side I can be both ashamed and proud of at the same time.

Anyways back to my thought are all over the place right now I need that damn shower. 

"Okay," Harry replied but not before he pulled me into a tight hug and muzzled his face in my neck. His curls tickled my neck making me giggle slightly. "What are you laughing at?" He asked.

"Your curls are tickling me. But I like it it's nice," I said hiding my face in his chest and his arms tightened around me. He knew exactly what to do to make me feel better.

We didn't speak after that. I headed into my room to have a shower and get into my comfy clothes as I call them. I then heard a knock at my door, that must be Harry I thought.