International Love (Harry Styles Fanfiction) ON HOLD: MAJOR REVISION

Chapter 3

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I felt another. Then another. Soon they turned into shoves. I groaned because someone was interrupting my sweet, sweet slumber. "Hun, it's time to get out of the car and into a comfy bed. Can you get up for me?" A thick accented voice spoke softly. Rather than answering I swatted the air in the general direction of the voice I heard.

To my surprise my body lifted away from the seat and into the strong chest of Harry Styles. I slowly went out again being left with the feeling of contentment.

I finally woke up in a soft bed the felt like I was floating on a cloud. The comforter that was drawn over me was fluffy and all I wanted to do was roll around in it. I started to stretch out and I accidentally hit something hard. I then heard a low groan. I turned to see the body if a man in bed with me. I scream scrambling to my feet and turned the light on. The guy's back was to me so I couldn't see who it was. I opened the drawer to find anything to defend myself and saw a Bible. Maybe he would kill me quicker if I make him feel guilty with seeing a Bible. Oh snap out of it, he's not here to kill you, he would have done it by now and wouldn't be sleeping with you.

The body suddenly got up from my scream and turned to face me with a sleepy look in his eyes. "Again with the vampire thing. You can't keep me away." Harry gave me a sloppy smile. I slowly dropped the Bible and made my way to the bed again, hesitating to climb back in. I've never slept in the same room, let alone bed, with a guy before. "Come back into bed and sleep. I don't kick, I swear. I can't guarantee no snoring."

"Fine," I said reluctantly, "but no funny business." I didn't bother hammering him with questions that I was dying to ask. All I wanted was to allow the beauty of sleep to consume my body once again.

I woke to the sound if a loud alarm. It felt like I barely got a wink of sleep. I rolled on to my stomach, burying my face in the pillow. "Wakey, wakey," Harry lightly brushes my arm. I shake me head, not wanting to get up from my comfortable cocoon of warmth. He then shoved me and I rolled out of bed hitting the carpeted floor with a loud thud.

"Ouch!" I yelled at him giving him the death glare. I said it to show him how rude his action was rather than pain. He gave me a cheeky grin and walked into the bathroom. I got up off the floor and pulled my long dark hair into a messy pony tail and took a look around the hotel room. I don't remember coming into a hotel at all...I must have been out of it. I noticed how spacious the suite was. It had a king sized bed with a night stand on either side. There was a roomy seating area that had a couch and two chairs with a mahogany coffee table. off to the right side of that was a small kitchen. The room had an elegant French theme to it with rich cream colors and sophisticated designs on the fabric.

I heard the shower turn on and made my way back over to the bed to straighten it up. I didn't make it because room service would do that but I wanted to lay out my clothes for the day without getting them wrinkled. I set out a pair of dark skinny jeans and a white button up blouse along with my elephant printed peach colored scarf. I figured the dark wash of the skinny jeans would make my bulky soccer thighs seem skinnier than they actually were and I just like the simple look of the outfit. I didn't want it to seem like I was dressing to impress any of the boys.

As I finished getting my outfit together I heard the water stop and out came Harry with a single towel wrapped around is waist. Looking at his tattoos and muscles made me go weak in the knees. His hair was a wet mess and the steam from the bathroom just amplified the sexiness of the scene in front of me. "Haven't you learned your lesson?" He asked looking amused at me gawking at him. I snapped out of my trance and sauntered over to him still in my pj's.

"I was just waiting for you to get done so I can take my shower. Now, if you don't mind." I said shoving past him with a fake smile spread across my face. I stripped my clothes off and stepped into the hot shower. I made sure the door was cracked just a little to help regulate the steam. I started to sing some Queen songs like "Another One Bites the Dust" and "Somebody to Love."