“You know, you two scare me”
“If this is going to be some deep emotional shit, just stop right there because I’m not crying in the middle of a hotel lobby Niall”
“I’m serious though”
“So am I.”
“You don’t get that you two look at each other like”
“Finally!” Paul interrupted “We have a bit of a problem Ly”
“Ly? You too?”
Paul grinned sheepishly and confessed, “Sorry, I pick up on stuff the lads use a lot very quickly.”
“It’s okay”
“So, Harry wants your room to be attached to his and I’m going to go ahead and assume that Niall wants your room attached to his”
“Right, tell Harry to stop being a cunt, I found her first.”
“Niall!” Lyla chided, but laughing nonetheless because the blond boy was seriously right up her alley.
“Um, you can just not get me a room and I’ll decide tonight whether to room with Niall or Harry.”
“A diplomat, I like that.” Paul responded walking away to take care of the rooms.
“Why don’t you want a room”
“Because I know I won’t be staying in it”
“Cheeky”
“Is it really? If you and Zayn don’t decide to try and get it on tonight would we not be cuddling? Or if I go over Harry’s do you see me pulling away from a cuddle to go to my empty bed?”
“Fair enough”
“Asshat”
“Twat”
“Bastard”
‘Cunt”
“Hey! We’re in the middle of a hotel lobby you two!” Liam yelled from the other side making both of them start giggling.
“Sorry Li.” Lyla replied.
“Li?”
“It’s only fair if I get Ly”
“True.”
“Come on, rooms are ready!”
Harry and Zayn come sulking over as if they just saw their cats get run over. Lyla and Niall smiled up sweetly at them, but it had the undertone of “nope, best friend and I can do what we want. Sucks to suck” However, as they got into the elevator, both were pulled into the embraces of their significant others, tugged to different corners of the elevator.
“Niall! Nooooooooooooooo” Lyla shouted dramatically from the opposite side of the space.
“LYLAAAAAAAAAAA” Niall yelled back, trying to act sad, but he was genuinely happy to be pulled into Zayn’s arms. Lyla also leaned back into Harry’s chest, loving the feel of his chin being rested on her head.
“Do you not want me anymore Lyla?” Harry leaned down and whispered in her ear. She tried not to shiver, but failed as the heat of his breath contrasted with the ac being blasted through the hotel. Harry took her shiver as an invitation to continue.
“You’re going to stay with me tonight, right?” Harry asked, pausing to place a kiss on her neck while they stood in the elevator, “I promise I’ll make you comfortable”
“You can’t promise such a thing” Lyla whispered, hoping no one saw how unsettled he was making her.
“Well, I can promise to make you feel good.” Harry said, following it with a nibble on her earlobe.
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Starstruck: A One Direction Love Story (Harry Styles/Ziall)
FanfictionI'm just a fan of One Direction. I didn't think it would ever turn out to be much. I haven't been one for fairy tales or famous men. Yet, my diary would document something different. This is the story of a fan going from being just one of the faces...
