*Roses P.O.V.*
I looked at my watch for the fifteenth time in twenty minutes, waiting to get out of the security line, getting impatient. I glanced over my shoulder towards Harry and noticed he was completely zoned out. I followed to where his eyes were directed to and saw that he was looking at a man, wearing all black with shades on looking towards us, his eyes peering over a news paper. I shook Harry's shoulder attempting to get his attention. He turned his head towards me, his face ghost pale.
"Harry who is that?" I asked terrified, looking towards the man's direction.
Harry turned his body in my direction, blocking the man's view of me. "I have a plan, just follow me and it will be fine baby." He said, wrapping his arm around my waist kissing me on the forehead.
Once Harry and I got out of the security line Harry grabbed my hand and we began walking towards the entrance to the plane. As we were walking along the jetway I felt someone's eyes burning in the back of my head, I turned around and noticed it was the same man looking at us earlier. I gripped onto Harry's hand harder as we picked up the pace.
We got onto the plane, Harry pulling me into the first class seats letting the man pass us, when he passed us Harry placed his hand on the lower part of my back directing me out. We walked quickly down the corridor, dragging our bags along.
"Thank God." Harry said, somewhat out of breath as we sat on the waiting chairs.
"That was close." I said, leaning my head on his shoulder looking at a family running through the airport like maniacs causing me to giggle.
"Looks like their in a rush." Harry started only causing me to laugh more.
After sitting in the airport for what seemed like hours we decided to head back to the hotel.
The automatic doors opened, greeting me with a warm breeze, the sun shinning directly in my face. I grabbed my sun glasses from my purse, placing them over my eyes.
We got in the car, Harry turning on the radio blasting out Katy Perry. The whole car ride back to the hotel consisted of Harry and I singing, rather terribly might I add, and played eye spy. Once we pulled into the parking lot, Harry parked the car in the way back saying he needs to get exercise so he could loose weight. But honestly, he is one hundred percent perfect and doesn't need to loose weight, if anyone needs to loose weight it's me.
As we entered the hotel the cool air hit my bare skin, goose bumps instantly appearing. I grabbed Harry's hand as we walked up to the register to sign in again.
"Hello, I'm here for the honey moon sweet." Harry said to the lady behind the desk. I bit down hard on my lip trying to hold back a laugh.
The lady glanced at us looking really grumpy, before turning her attention back to her computer. Her dark blue nails glided across the roller of the mouse, her gray eyes looking towads the computer screen.
"The room for the night is on the second floor, for one thousand two hundred dollars." The lady, turning her attention back to us, with an emotionless face.
"Harr-"
"We'll take it." Harry interrupted, handing her his credit card.
After she handed us our room keys we made our way towards the elevator.
"Harry you didn't have to do that." I objected, stepping into the elevator after him, the doors sliding shut behind us.
"To late." He grinned , pulling me into him.
I looked up at him smiling, his emerald green eyes meeting my dull blue ones. He leaned down as I leaned up, our lips soon touching. He slid his tongue into my mouth causing me to moan into the kiss. His hands slowly slid down my back till he reached my but, gripping it as I let out a gasp. As we heard the elevator doors open we abruptly moved apart as a mother and her kids walked into the elevator, us we walked out as Harry laughed only for me to punch him in the arm.
"Don't act like you didn't enjoy that." He stated as he rubbed his arm laughing.
"Whatever." I said, crossing my arms over my chest blushing deeply.
Harry slid the card into the slot, once it turned green we walked inside. I dropped my bag to my feet looking at the massive room before my eyes. The whole place was covered in black hard wood flooring, the walls painted an elegant violet purple. I walked further down the hallway entrance and came to the living room, right beside the living room was a massive kitchen that was connected to a hallway that had a couple doors down it.
"This is gorgeous." I said, plopping down on the white couch covered by black and grey pillows.
"Tell me about it." Harry said, sitting down next to me, placing his head in my lap.
I began running my fingers through his curly locks and playing with his lip piercing. I looked down at him and began to notice just how attractive he is. Of course, I always knew he was good looking but he doesn't even realize just how perfect he is. Behind his tattooed body and pierced face he has the most amazing and caring personality, that's just a bonus.
Harry's phone began ringing ripping me from my thoughts. Harry looked at his caller ID that read Liam. He pulled himself up off the couch before wondering towards the kitchen.
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