Silk || hs

FINALLY

A/N: We have a Hoodwinked reference coming up, so watch the vid pls it haunts me so it should haunt you... also how did Anne Hathaway get roped into doing this movie??

Harry and I finally make it back to our hotel room, and I quickly change out of my dress and shoes and such. I must say, silk is a fun thing to wear, but it's honestly just impractical for a college formal in New Orleans. That was not my best idea. However, regardless of the garment's functionality, I did look good, and I guess that's all that matters.

Harry is in the bathroom, so I take the opportunity to catch up on my Twitter feed; however, when I look at my phone, I see all the notifications from earlier, and I suddenly become very stressed out. All the stupid red numbers everywhere will literally drive me insane if I don't clear them all out, so before I can enjoy my daily fix of Jerry Miles video edits, I must first open all the messages that were sent to me during that time when in went MIA with Alexa. I do the phone calls and voicemails first, then move on to the messages, and when I do that, I am shook to see Gabrielle's name among them. I had completely forgotten that she had texted me.

Glancing over at the closed bathroom door to make sure that Harry won't walk in and see it, I hesitantly tap on the message to open it. I don't know what I was expecting, but what she sent me is definitely not something I saw coming.

Gabrielle: Hey, Camryn. I want to talk to you about what you said to me tonight. I'm heading back to the hotel right now, so just let me know when you get here. I hope we can clear all this up :)

This can't be good. On the other hand though, if I talk to her, then maybe I won't have to ask Harry about he and Gabrielle, even though I'm pretty sure I don't have anything to worry about. John is a selfish liar, so he probably didn't see what he said he did. Regardless of whether he was lying, I'd rather Gabrielle think I'm a petty bitch than Harry think I'm immature or something, so maybe a conversation with Gabrielle could be beneficial.

I just wish she hadn't added that stupid little smiley face at the end. It keeps staring at me and making me feel like I've done something to wrong her. I mean, she deserved what I said to her, right? I may be wrong about she and Harry, but she's still a snake of a person, so I don't think my words were completely uncalled for. At least, that's what I'm going to tell myself to feel better.

I type and retype my response several times before sending the most basic message in the world, telling her that I am here and that I'm free to talk whenever she would like to. A few minutes pass and there's no response, but finally, a message comes through just as Harry is stepping out of the bathroom. I look up at him and see that he is still dripping wet from his shower, his tattooed skin glistening in the dim hotel lighting. His wet, curly hair is kind of shaggy-looking, and I'm surprised to see just how long it is. Harry readjusts the white towel that hangs low across his hips, and a smirk finds its way to his mouth as he catches me staring at him.

"If you want me to take it off, all you have to do is ask," Harry says teasingly, walking to his bag on the other side of the room.

Blushing, I tear my eyes away from his rather sexy figure and look down to my phone where Gabrielle's message awaits me. Apparently, we're meeting on the fifth floor lounge in ten minutes, so now I'm going to have to find an excuse to give to Harry to explain my absence.

Or you could just tell him the truth like a normal person. That would work.

"I'm sorry for staring," I smile in embarrassment, locking my phone and standing from the bed. "Sometimes I just forget how out-of-my-league you are, and I'm left shooketh."

Harry laughs, pulling on his boxers beneath the towel and letting it fall to the floor. The thin black fabric clings tightly to his muscular thighs, and I feel my cheeks going red again at the sight of him standing in front of me.