Heartbreak Hotel {h.s.}

{f i v e}

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter, it's a long one! Feedback would be very much appreciated and a like wouldn't hurt either, lol. Hope you all have a lovely weekend💕

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"Do you want to come hang in my room for while?" Harry breaks the silence that occupies most of the walk back to the hotel.

"Depends. Can we sit out on your balcony?" Claire raises an eyebrow.

Shaking his head, Harry let's out a chuckle. "Yes, we can sit on my balcony."

"Great, I'll come hang out then." Claire smiles, earning another laugh from Harry.

As they emerge from the trees, Claire continues to follow closely behind Harry. The sun has already started setting, and the yellow tinted decretive lights from around the hotel start to flicker on.

They make their way around the lake, heading towards one of the back doors of the hotel. Claire takes in the scenery, the pastel colours that paint the sky reflecting against the lake. She hasn't seen much of this small town, but it seems beautiful. Living in LA is great, but this place seems like a dream. It's quaint, quiet and beautiful. Something she's growing to love.

"You coming, slow poke?" Harry yells from ten feet ahead.

She breaks into a jog to catch up to him. "Sorry, just taking in the scenery."

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"It is."

Harry slides his key into the slot on the door and pushes it open,

"After you." He smiles, holding open the door.

"Thanks." Claire returns the smile and makes her way inside.

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"Do you want to order room service?" Harry asks Claire as she exits the bathroom, drying her hands on her sweatpants. He seems to have run out of hand towels.

"Sure." A light laugh escapes her lips as she watches Harry intensely scan the menu, occasionally flipping it upside down to look at the pictures from a different angle.

"How about pizza?" He asks, the hard plastic of the menu making a snapping sound as he closes it.

Claire laughs once again, something she's found herself doing a lot more of since hanging out with Harry. "You looked at the menu that intensely to decide on pizza?"

Lips lifting around the corners, Harry tries to hold back his laughter. "Hey! Don't judge the way I look at a menu."

"I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings?" Claire raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah." He pouts. "I think I deserve a kiss to make me feel better." He turns on his puppy dog eyes like a child.

"You're dreaming now, Styles" Claire snickers.

"Hey, you enjoyed kissing me that night in the bar." A smirk paints itself on his face.

"I was drunk and lonely; do you blame me?" She crosses her arms over her chest. She enjoyed kissing him very much.

"Keep telling yourself that." His smug expression causes Claire to roll her eyes.

"So, are we gonna order that pizza or not?" Harry asks as he lets himself fall onto the bed.

"Yes, I'm starving."

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"So, Claire. We haven't really gotten to know each other properly. Why don't you tell me something about yourself?" He smiles, setting his beer bottle down on the small table on the balcony.

"What do you want to know?"

"This is gonna sound cliché, but everything."

"Wow, that narrows it down a lot." She laughs and Harry joins in.

"We laugh a lot." Harry states.

"I've noticed that. We're a little too cheery for people who just had their hearts broken."

"That's a good thing I think." Harry says, smiling before taking another swig of his beer. "Laughing helps with the pain."

"Ok, back to my previous statement." He says while leaning back in his chair. Harry crosses his arms, furrowing his brows as he thinks of the best question to start with. "Let's start easy, what's your favourite childhood memory?"

"Hmm. There are a few I can think of, but the one that sticks out the most is from when I was seven. My family and I were visiting my grandparents in Colorado, like we did every summer. One afternoon, my mom and grandmother took my younger cousin, Annabelle, and I to the field behind my grandparents' house for a picnic. We laid out on a purple blanket and ate peanut butter sandwiches and watermelon. After we finished eating, Annabelle and I ran around all afternoon, picking flowers and playing tag. We would've stayed out till it got dark, but it started to rain. My mom and grandmother broke out into a run back to the house, however Annabella and I stayed back. We danced around in the rain, and jumped in the puddles that formed in the grass. It wasn't until it started to thunder that we got called back. My grandmother didn't like the idea of us out in the rain, she thought we'd catch a cold, but my mom didn't want to ruin our fun. I know It's a simple memory, but it's still one of my favourites" Claire smiles, reminiscing on easier times. "What about you? What's your favourite childhood memory?"

"That's an easy one for me." A dimple sinks in each of his cheeks. "My parents split up when I was seven, so I would spend every second weekend at my dad's place. It was a Sunday tradition for us to get up early and sit in the sitting room of his house to watch the sunrise. He'd drink coffee and I'd have chocolate milk. I would drink it in a coffee mug of course, because I wanted to feel grown up. We would sit and watch the sky come to life, while listening to an album on his record player. My favourites were always Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd and Rumours by Fleetwood Mac. " His dimples sink even further into his cheeks, if that's even possible.

"That's a really nice memory." Claire smiles. "It sounds like you were really close with your dad."

"I was. I was really close to both my parents-still am. I owe them everything."

"I used to be close to my parents, but once I got to high school that changed. We fought a lot. They didn't like my boyfriend, which I understand now. And they didn't agree with what I wanted to study at university. Moving to LA is what pushed them over the edge. I haven't spoken to them in close to a year." Her lips pull down around the edges as an expression of sadness washes over her face.

Harry reaches across the table and takes Claire's hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand in slow circles.."I'm so sorry."

"It's ok. I've learned to live with it." Claire shrugs. The hint of sadness still visible on her face and in her voice.

Harry asks her another question. "What was the first concert you went to?"

"The Backstreet Boys," she laughs. "My mom took my best friend and I when we were eight. We got to miss school for it and everything, it was the best. My mom was always playing their music around the house, so I loved them, too."

"Such a typical first concert."

"Hey, don't judge! The backstreet boys are great! What about you? Mr. I've got great taste in music. What was your first concert?"

"The Rocket Summer. I had a massive crush on a girl in my school, and she had one of their songs as her MySpace song on her profile. So, because I liked this girl so much, I obviously listened to some of their music, and it turns out they were actually really good. When I found out they were playing in Manchester, I had to go. I was around thirteen, I think."

"I think your story is just as cliché as mine."

Harry raises an eyebrow and shoots Claire a puzzled look. "Why's that?"

"You only listened to their music because of some girl and stalked her MySpace page. What's more cliché than that?"

"Well, when you put it that way." A chuckle rumbles through his chest.

"Ok, so, now that we've established that both our first concerts were cliché, I have another question for you."

"Oh, do you now?"

"I do." Her lips pull into a smile.

"Ask away."

Claire leans her elbow on the table and rests her chin in the palm of her hand. "When did you have your first kiss?"

"Ahh, the infamous question. Can we skip this one?"

Claire smirks and raises an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"Because it was awful."

"A first kiss is always awful, that's why it's called a first kiss."

Harry closes his eyes and exhales loudly. "I was fourteen and her name was Lesley King. We were down by the apple tree behind our old elementary school. We had ditched our last class of the day and hid out there until school was over. The sun was warm and so was the breeze . Her red locks fell loosely down her back, and her hazel eyes shone bright in the sunlight. I leaned in to kiss her, but as soon as our lips touched, a squirrel, or bird, or something, knocked an apple off the tree and hit me on the head. It ruined the entire moment."

Claire covers her mouth with her hands and tries to muffle the laughs that want to escape.

"It's not funny." Harry tries to say seriously.

"No, not at all." A smirk forms on her lips as she tries to hold back the laughter.

"What about you? When was your first kiss?" Harry asks as he takes a bite of pizza.

"I was thirteen and his name was Sam Thompson. He had bright blue eyes and blonde spiky hair. He was on the basketball team and every girl dreamed of kissing him. After one of their games, he told me to stay behind. The gym was empty, and I was a nervous wreck. He led me underneath the bleachers, just in case one of the teachers decided to come back. He pushed me up against one of the beams and kissed me. We made out for ten minutes. It would've lasted longer, but my mom came into the gym calling for me. What a walk of shame that was, exiting the bleachers with a boy. I'm sure you can guess how many questions she bombarded me with when we got to the car. I was grounded for a week." Her cheeks to burn red.

"Ooh." Harry scrunches his nose, feeling the second-hand embarrassment. "I think that might be worse than mine."

"It's definitely a lot more embarrassing. Yours is just funny." She shrugs.

"Hey!" He says, trying to sound offended.

"Just telling the truth." She laughs. Claire turns on her phone and looks at the time, a yawn escaping her lips. The minimal hours of sleep she's been getting, kicking in. "It's after midnight, I should probably head back."

"I'll walk you." He smiles as he stands up from his chair.

Claire follows his actions, and they make their way back through the sliding glass door.

"Thanks for listening today," Harry smiles as they exit his room and walk over to the elevators. "Not many people would listen to a pathetic heartbroken guy."

"You're welcome," a comforting smile forms on her lips, as she pushes the button with the arrow pointing down. Harry was staying on the either floor, and Claire was staying on the fifth. "Thank you for telling me."

The elevator dinged as it finally made its way up to their floor. The ride was silent. Claire stood rocking on her heels, taking small glances at Harry as he leaned his back against the carpeted walls. His hair looks curlier than normal and his green eyes are slightly glossy from the couple beers he drank. When the red number on the small screen in the middle of the elevator, switched to number five, the doors opened slowly with a swoosh. Claire makes her way out and is stopped as Harry grabs her hand and pulls her back. He pushes her back up against the mirrored wall in the back of the elevator and kisses her..

Eyes growing wide from the initial shock, Claire's body feels numb. Wrapping her mind around what's happening, Claire kisses Harry back.

"I've been wanting to do that all night." Harry says as he pulls away, heavy breaths escaping his lungs.

Unsure how to respond, Claire decides answers with an action. She leans up on her toes and kisses him again, wrapping her arms around his neck in the process. His hands run up and down her body, goosebumps forming under his touch. The elevator doors close behind them, but they don't move. His lips travel down her jawline to her neck, planting open mouthed kisses against her soft skin. She leans her head against the glass, pure ecstasy taking over.

When the doors open again, Claire's eyes shoot open. She pushes Harry off of her as her eyes lock with those of someone else.. A tall woman with short black hair and deep blue eyes, who looked to be in her early thirties, stands at the elevator entrance looking unimpressed. Her brows furrow as her lips pull into a frown.

"Sorry," Claire mumbles as she pulls Harry out of the elevator, avoiding eye contact as they push past her. Claire's cheeks are on fire.

"No more make out sessions in the elevators." She states once they've made it to her room.

"How about in the hallway?" Harry smirks, leaning in to kiss her again.

Claire pushes Harry away playfully and laughs. "The mood has been ruined."

"Okay, okay." He chuckles. "Can I see you tomorrow?"

"I would love to see you tomorrow." Her lips pull into a smile.

"Meet me in the cafe for breakfast around 9:30?"

"Sounds good." Claire replies, opening the door to her room.

Harry leans in towards her again and places a kiss on her cheek. "I'll see you then."

"See you then." A smile finds its way back to her lips as she waves Harry goodbye.