extortion || h.s

chapter four:

[a/n]; okay i couldnt wait any longer. whatever. but seriously this time im not updating until 10 comments and 30 votes. x

p.s; this chapter is acutally longer than the others have been. i know they're kinda boring so far, but i hope you stick along the story, it'll get better :)

without further ado,

It doesn't exactly take a genius to tell its Harry when the loud banging on the hotel door doesn't stop at three in the morning. I groan, dragging my feet off the bed and to the cushioned floor. Mumbling rude things under my breath, I make it to the door and unlock it before opening it. There stands a smirking Harry, almost the same smirk that I'd become more than familiar with, but not exactly. It was more drunken and lazy as one side of his lips quirked up.

"Hey babe." He greeted me, slurring his words more than considered sober for the boy.

"Get inside before you wake everyone up." I grumbled, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into the room before closing the door and locking it like it was before he decided to interrupt my sleep.

"Isn't someone grouchy." He said lowly as I turned around only to find him in a very close proximity, he was arms distance.

"Oh gee, I wouldn't know why." I said as I placed my hands easily on my hips.

"Mmm." He mumbled, walking forward. "You're cute when you're angry. You know that?" He asked, he was now mere inches away.

"And you're pathetic when you're drunk." I shot back before darting him and going back to my bed.

He grumbled something incoherent before going into the bathroom. I pulled the blanket up and over my head despite how hot it was in the room. He soon came out, and I pulled the blanket back over my head before I had a asthma attack or something. I glanced over to Harry as he walked over to his bed in nothing but boxers.

"Can you at least put some pants on?" I ask, wrapping up in my blanket.

"Shh. Silly Carissa, I am." I could almost hear the playful smile as he said this.

I grumbled before falling asleep as easily as I'd woken up.

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I stared at Harry as he pulled his fitted gray zip up jacket over his arms and quickly checked the time on his phone. Sadly enough for my trance, he caught my staring and his famous smirk made its way to his lips. I rolled my eyes and without another word I slipped on my shoes before heading towards the door.

Today was the grand day of meeting the mother and on top of that we also had rehearsal walk in tonight. Harry was going to be the groomsmen, which left me in the crowd alone. But by all means I didn't mind, I'd rather be sitting next to some stranger rather than sitting next to Harry.

"Lets get going." Harry approaches me from behind and I feel a slight tap on my butt. I turn to him, scowling, but before I can he walks out in front of me.

I grumble as I pull the door closed behind me and follow Harry. Before I know it we're standing by his overly expensive car and I can't help but glare at him as he pulls a cigarette out of the package that he apparently had in his pocket.

"What?" He shrugged.

"You don't actually smoke, right?" I chew on the inside of my lip and he raises an eyebrow effortlessly. "Like, is this some sort of TFIOS thing?" I ask, he looks even more confused than before.

"What the fuck are you going on about, Carissa?" He breathes.

"You don't actually sm-" I stop myself as he watches me and easily pulls a lighter out from his pocket, pulling it up to the cigarette and of course. Lighting it.