Our Story

Chapter Eight

     "You and Riley can share that bed right there," Eleanor said. She pointed to the bed nearest to the window. "Danielle and I will be on this one. It'll be like a girly slumber party." We all smiled. But I knew that most of our night wasn't going to spent in our hotel room.

     As if on cue, Danielle stood up. "We should get to the sky room. The boys are waiting." We all made our way out the door and I bit my lip in anticipation. I was eager to see Harry again. Although I was excited, I couldn't help as my thoughts shot to Riley and Niall. When we left the club, they were unusually friendly and I couln't figure out why. Just at the beginning of the night, they were poised to rip each other's throats out. Now they were sharing warm smiles and quick, curious glances. The mystery was driving me insane. But not as much as the need to feel Harry next to me again.

     I stole a glance at Riley as we entered the elevator and I raised my eyebrow at her. One of our ways of saying, "Something is up. And you need to tell me. Soon." She smirked and looked towards the ground. I couldn't help but smile at my best friend. She seemed happy and giddy. And maybe there was a hint of apprehension hidden there? 

     The elevator doors swung open and the lights in the sky room were low and almost whimsical. There was soft, indistinguishable music floating in the backround and the entire ambiance felt relaxing and electrifying. My eyes instantly scanned the room for Harry and he was sitting on a couch in the middle of the room. His silky hair was thrown into different arrays and his eyes were somber and soft. His green eyes found mine and his perfect lips pulled into a smile. I smiled back and tried to stand on my two feet as his charm washed over me even from such a distance. He stood and approached me as he held out his hand. 

     "Hey there, beautiful." A playful smile was playing along his mouth and I wished mine were on top of those perfectly sculpted lips, smiling along with him. I slid my hand into his and he pulled me in close, wrapping his firm arm around my waist. He bent down, his lips barely grazing mine. I decided to tease him and leaned in as if I were about to kiss him. His breath caught as my lips played across his, I shifted and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. I could almost hear a low growl in his throat as his brow furrowed and a frustrated smile appeared on his deprived lips. I giggled softly as he pulled me in. 

     "You'll pay for that later," he whispered into my ear. I laughed again and he bit his lip, looking me up and down and winking. He led me towards the couch and sat me down. He sat next to me and he grabbed my legs and draped them over his. As if we were leisurely just watching a movie alone. The position was comfortable. Natural. He ran his hands up and down my legs. A simple touch that sent every nerve in my body shaking. 

     Luckily, just before I was about to lose all self-control and throw my body onto Harry's, my intentions were sharply interrupted by a shattering glass behind the bar. We all shot our eyes towards the commotion. Niall was bent over behind the counter, his eyes swimming with surprise, his mouth held open and his hands clutching air probably when he tried grabbing the falling glass. 

     "Oops," he said in his thick Irish accent. We all burst into laughter. 

     "What's your problem Niall?" Zayn said between laughs. 

     "He's nervous," Liam said cheekily. He winked at Niall and the small action stirred up another mix of mystery and wonder. I caught Niall take a small glance that was aimed behind me and I looked to see Riley smiling and giggling. She was even blushing. 

     That's it, I thought, I need to know what's going on right now. 

     Just as I was about the get up and speak to Riley privately, someone beat me to it.