Perfect Isn't Weak

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Guys! This week you're gonna get 2 updates!!!!!! This one is short I know and sorry but I hope you enjoy it. 

Harry 

I know Rosie is just trying to help me, but sometimes it makes me feel like shit when she buys me things, takes me out for lunch and now she's literally getting me a hotel room because my ass couldn't even find a place to stay. If Rosie didn't get me the hotel room, I would've considered calling Ester, not my mother, it was too early for me too look her in the eyes and not be affected. I need time after how I saw her sitting with Connor's father supporting his son, what hurts, even more, is that she hasn't even called me to see where I was staying like she usually does. 

"Is this good?" Rosie asks me peeking into the hotel room. 

Is she really asking that? She bought me a 5-star hotel room and the best place I've slept this past month was Ester's office. 

"It's more than good," I smile before adding, "you know what would make it better?" 

"What?" She rolls her eyes with a smile, that little- she knows exactly what I meant. 

"Come here," I open my arms and she hugs me tightly. 

The scent of her expensive perfumes fill my nose, fuck she even smells like something I can't afford. 

"I love you," she says against my cheek. 

"and I love you more!" I shout tickling her into the bed. 

"Harry!" She pushes me away laughing. I tower my body of hers looking at her lips before I bend my head down so our lips could meet. 

Her lips mold like a perfect puzzle piece into mine, her fingers lock into my curls, she moves her neck back allowing me so much more to enjoy. 

"Harry," she pushes herself up, stabilizing her breathing after I kissed her. 

"I have to go home," I feel like a little child when his mother leaves him in school for the first time when she says that. 

"Why?" I pout. 

"Because unless you have a bus that can take me to Monroe under your ass I have to leave," I laugh at her choice of words. 

"Fine, I love you enough to let you go," I kiss her forehead and she smiles then tells me she'll see me later. 

I feel like a fool, I don't know when "later" is but I sure as hell want it to be later now. I'm such a fool for her and I'm proud, I don't wanna be a fool for anyone else. 

"Richie!" I shout, my voice traveling to the end of the hotel hallway, Rosie's head snaps back to look at me with a 'what' look. 

"I'm buying you a hotel room later," once I said the words I noticed that I fucked them up a little. 

"Styles go to sleep," she smiles and leaves. 

I hate to see you leave Richie, but I love to watch you go. 

- 

I woke up the next morning to a knocking at the door, the hotel room door, damn I could get used to sleeping like that, the bed smelled like rich? I don't know if that makes sense but in my mind it does. 

I got up wondering if I was getting kicked out of the hotel or something. I haven't been to many hotels but they don't usually knock at your door unless they wanna clean the room or something... I think. 

"Yeah," I say opening the door hiding my practically naked body. 

"Miss. Lanson left you something, sir," I almost want to laugh at the way he called me "sir". 

"Richie?" 

"Excuse me?" 

"Never mind...sir, I'll take what she left," as I spoke to the man I got impatient wanting to know what she could have possibly left. 

"It's outside, give the valet service this ticket and you should get it," I must be hearing this man wrong, there is no way he just said that I have to ask the valet service for something that Rosie left me. 

"Thank you," I take the ticket from his hand regardless. My eyes glance at the note and a laugh pours out of my mouth when I read what she wrote. 

Put on underwear and go outside.

love, Rosanna

After reading her message I quickly text her. 

Me: jokes on you Richie I'm wearing my underwear 

Me: ...unless you know

Richie: no Harry, no I don't know now go outside 

I placed on the clothes I had from last night and took my bag, I'm pretty sure I only have the hotel room for the rest of today, so who knows if I'll even come back. 

"Sir!" I shouted when I saw a man with a valet service shirt. Look at me using the word "sir". "I have this ticket that I was supposed to give to you," I hand it to him hoping I don't look like an idiot. 

"Yeah, I'll ask them to pull up the motorcycle," okay I have to have heard that wrong. 

"Motorcycle?" 

"Yes, I'm pretty sure Lanson's daughter dropped it off here yesterday," and I'm pretty sure she's lost her mind. 

I stood there watching people come in and out of the hotel, wondering what the fuck Rosie was up to. It seems too unbelievable that she bought a whole ass motorcycle for me right now. How did she even know I wanted one if she did buy me one? I'm fucking lost. 

My jaw dropped when a glossy, Harley Davidson motorcycle pulled up, and the man gave me a look that reads 'that's your ride'. 

"Rosanna!" I call her after fumbling to dial her number. 

"What is it?" She says so casually. 

"Why is there a sexy ass Harley Davidson motorcycle in front of me right now if it's not in the store!?" 

"Because it's yours," I think my heart dropped. 

"How did you know I wanted that!" I shout and a woman death stares me. 

"We never ended up going to the motorcycle store when you wanted to remember?" She rhetorically asks. 

"Yeah! So you buy me one?" I hope she bought this and I don't sound like an idiot right now. 

"No, I went to the store earlier this morning to see what you could've possibly wanted to do there and the man there told me he knew you really well and you always come just to sit on that bike," my jaw is still dropped and her stalking skills drop my jaw even more. 

"I fucking love you, but I don't deserve this Richie," I snap back into reality. 

"Please take it, just let me give you one last thing," I can almost see the facial expression she gave just by hearing her voice. What did she mean by that though? Is she okay? I mean she seemed fine a minute ago. 

"I have to go," the phone clicks shut quickly after that...