Heal [a Zarry story]

Chapter 23

                        -Harry-

"Are you sure they're still open?" Niall asked me as we got out of the car. We stopped at the first hotel we could find in Bridlington, and it was already almost 11:00pm.

"Sure." I said, seeing lights. Someone had to have still been here.

I hurried into the lobby with Niall at my heels. "Excuse me, are you still open?" I asked across the room, catching the receptionists attention.

She looked up from her book, and smiled. "Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Two." She added quickly, standing up. Niall and I walked over to her, and I smiled slightly.

"We'd like a room." I said, watching her step to the computer and start typing. I glanced at Niall, catching him taking handfuls of the free mints, stuffing them into his pockets.

"Niall." I said discreetly, giving him a look.

"I'm starving." He responded, putting two mints in his mouth.

"We've got one left actually, on the sixth floor." She nodded.

"Only one?" Niall asked through his mouthful of mints.

She nodded again, looking from him to me. "Is...that alright?" She asked.

"That's fine." I nodded.

"I'm going to get the bags, you go ahead." I told Niall, making my way back outside. Somehow, I managed to get all the bags in one trip.

The receptionist giggled a bit as I came back in, and I realised I must've looked a bit foolish.

"What room?" I asked, stopping next to lift. "Fourth on the left." She called to me.

I pushed a few bags into the lift, throwing the rest and quickly stepping in before the doors closed.

As I stood there in the pile, I started thinking about where we were, and what we were really here for.

I couldn't help but imagine us not being able to find Zayn, or someone getting hurt.

When the lift doors slid open, Niall stood there looking at me.

"Hi." I said, motioning to the bags. "I got everything, will you help me?"

He nodded, retrieving his bags as I picked mine up.

"Um, Harry there's....a problem." He said slowly as we walked down the hall.

"What?" I asked, figuring there was a bug or something on the floor. I didn't understand why Niall would be frightened of a bug though.

We walked into the room, and I looked around not seeing anything out of the ordinary. It felt a bit cold though. Plus, it was very plain.

"What is it?" I asked.

"There's...only one bed." He said awkwardly, glancing at me.

I looked at the bed, then at him. I felt myself smirk. "Is that a problem?"

"Um....no. I-I guess not." He said, setting his bags down on a chair in the corner.

"I don't see why it would be." I smiled, amused with this.

"Yeah, me either." He chuckled nervously.

I chuckled, setting my bags down ontop of the dresser, glancing at myself in the mirror.

"D'you think we should go to sleep now?" Niall asked, running his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah. I figured tomorrow we could like, find somewhere to get breakfast and ask around about a shipyard, and an old house. Or whatever." I shrugged, getting a pair of sweatpants out of my bag along with a long sleeved shirt.