The Tokyo Hotel

Chapter 10

 Mikeys P.O.V.

I rang the doorbell of Harveys house as I took the brown package from my backpack. The door was opened by a friendly looking old man.

"Well hello there, are you a delivery boy?" the old man, whom I assumed was his father, asked glancing down at the package in my hand.

"Eh... No I eh... I'm actually here for Harvey Cantwell? We need to work on a French dialogue together. For school" I replied.

The man glanced down at the package once more and raised his eyebrows in a 'yeah right' manner before stepping aside to let me enter.

"He is in his room" the man said.

I nodded briefly and went inside. I wanted to walk away, but then I realised I had no idea where Harveys room actually was. Feeling slightly embarrassed I turned to the old man again.

"I'm sorry, can I ask you where-"

"Upstairs second door on your right" the old man snickered.

I quietly sighed and went upstairs. "Second to the right" I mumbled to myself as I scanned the hallway for the correct door.I knocked, no reply. I opened the door slightly and looked inside. No one was there. I saw his backback lean against the desk though, so I knew I was in the correct room. He was probably in the bathroom or something. I sat down on the bed and waited.

As I waited for Harvey my eyes wandered across his room. There were a lot of posters of bands and solo-artists. The posters variated from the Backstreet boys to Charlie Puth. CD's were scattered around in the corner and even the bed I was sitting on had musical notes and treble cleffs on it. He was very into music.

I walked over to the desk. There were sheets with music scores on it. These were songs he had written himself, I recognised the messy handwriting. I picked up one of the sheets and read the notes, humming them quietly. The melody sounded pretty good, he was clearly good at this. I grabbed a second piece of paper, these were lyrics.

I just wanna talk to ya,talk to ya
Maybe I could mend your heart with mine
I just wanna talk to ya, talk to ya
And take you from my broken paradise

I smiled as I read the words. It was beautifull.

"SHIT!"

The sound of someone yelling made me jump. I turned around in a flash to see Harvey standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

I immediatly felt my face go bright red in embarrasment. Harveys face flustered a deep red as well.

"I'm so sorry I didn't expect you so early I'm so sorry" he muttered as he rushed to his drawer to take out some clothes.

"I'll be right back so sorry"he murmurred with an embarrased flustered look on his face before running out of the room again,clutching to his towel.

I sat in silence in the now empty room again. That was... unexpected. A few minutes later Harvey stumbled back into the room again.

"I am so sorry I didn't know you were gonna be so early and I took a shower and I guess I must've forgot how long I took and then you were already hre I am so sorry you saw that I didn't mean I'm so sorry" Harvey rambled on.

"Dude, Harv, chill. It's okay, I didn't see anything" I said putting my hand over his mouth.

He was still blushing heavily and awkwardly stared at the ground. I took my hand away and he sighed.

"I'm sorry" he muttered.

"I know, I heard you the first 500 times"I chuckled.

"Now, I got you something" I said in an effort to change the mood and handed him the package. Harvey ripped off the brown packaging paper and as soon as he saw what it was, he burst out laughing.