Tour Bus

Destination.

Paris'POV

We arrive at Mercure Hotel, and its beautiful. I've stayed in many hotels before, but none of them compares to this. I notice Paul is yelling at Louis? I think his name is, for running around like a six year old. I can't help but laugh and make my way over to help with the bags.

"Here, Paris take this, I'm gonna go check us in" Anna says as she hands me two duffle bags. I nod my head and replied with a simply, "okay."

I notice Harry carrying four bags, and I walk over to help him.
"I got this one," I say and smile a genuine smile, being as nice as I possible could.

"Oh, uh Thanks." He directs his eyes to mine, and I swear my heart skips a beat. Or two. Or three thousand.

"Your welcome," I walk into the hotel, with Harry trailing behind me like a lost puppy.

"Paris? Everyone is gone to there rooms, they left us. Bitches be loved right?" I swing my body around, almost falling, to face Harry. "They left us, do you know what room number they are in?" I ask in hopes he do.

"Not a clue," I groan loudly and pull out my IPhone, causing Harry to do the same.

"I'm calling Mylee,"

"I'm calling Niall," I mentality laugh, as the phone rings. On the third ring Mylee answers.

"HELLOOOOO?"
"where the fuck are you guys? You left Harry and I!" I hear Harry mumbling in the backround on his phone, and I assume he's talking to Naill.
"Sorry sorry, geez came down. Where on the ninth floor, Room 307." "Okay, I'm coming" we exchange byes and I walk over to where Harry is standing.

"Ninth floor," we both say in unison. "We gotta stop doing that, its getting annoying." Harry groans and I utter a small laugh.

"What room are you in?" I ask Him, making our way to the elevator. "306, you?" "307," "looks like out rooms are connected," he smirks and I full on laugh.

"302, 303, 304," Harry has been counting the damn door numbers since room 293, and im soon gonna make him shut his damn lips.

"305.."

"Harry! Stop counting the damn numbers!"

He stops dead in his tracks and smirks at me, " 306." Cheeky bastard. I turn around to slide the key threw the slot, but im spun around again, and stronge arms hold me agaisnt the wall. And before i knew what was going on, his plump lips are pressed to mine.