The song featured in this chapter is 'Let It Out' by Ed Sheeran so you might want to listen to it when it's mentioned :) (posted there on the sidebar --->)
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**Harry’s point of view**
I open the door to my hotel room and hold it open with my foot as I bend down to hold the paper bags of groceries in my arms. When I have them stable I step into the room and the door shuts behind me, locking itself.
“Erin I’m back!” I yell, crossing the mini hall that opened up to the ‘living room’.
We were all back in America after our Australia trip and since we were staying in this location a while longer than the usual ones, specifically 5 days, to do some signings, interviews, and lives in different venues close by, the boys and I had begged Paul to give us suite rooms. Bigger rooms helped us all feel more comfortable; it made it easier for us to relax since it reminded us of our flats back in London. And personally, I wanted a room with a kitchen, I missed cooking, missed doing usual house chores really. It made me feel more human if that made any sense.
Sadly I couldn’t push Paul to agree with me and Erin sleeping in the same room. He knew something was going on between us and on the other hand Erin found it inappropriate which was weird for me. I mean, we’ve slept together on the same bed without doing anything lots of times. Maybe I guess now that she agreed to go out with me she was afraid I’d do something. Ah well, putting it that way I was pretty sure my self-control would suck and I would do something so in the end I guess it’s better she sleep somewhere else.
“What took you so long? I thought you-,“ Erin starts meeting me in the miniature living room and stops as she eyes the bags of groceries in my hands.
She was wearing a plain gray shirt, faded denim shorts with a floral pattern up the right side and golden studs at the left and flip flops (yes her spare ones). One thing I loved about her was how simple she dressed up. She never put on too much make up and never wore things that were overly flashy. She dressed simply but at the same time she looked beautiful. She chose to be comfortable more than to impress others. My favorite was when we wouldn’t need to do anything the whole day and we could simply hang around the hotel and she’d wear stuff like this, a simple shirt and one of her shorts. It was pleasing to the eyes. It made me forget the pop star life I lived where in everyone tended to overdo things.
“I bought stuff to make pizza!” I announce with a wide grin. Even if we weren’t sharing the same room she wanted to hang out and I had said I was going out to buy something. All the boys plus Danielle and James had agreed to have dinner at my room that night as well.
“Pizza? I thought we were going to order food,” Erin says, coming over to me to take a bag from my arms, lightening the load.
“I’m sick of ordering stuff from other places-I miss eating homemade food though we’re not at home. You get the point,” I reply and she nods as we walk over to the kitchen.
“I can’t cook for my life though,” Erin warns, unloading the stuff from the paper bag. “So you’ll do all the work yourself.”
“No way, you’re cooking with me. I’ll guide you,” I tell her and she looks at me doubtfully.
I smile at her, leaning forward to kiss her on the nose. “Trust me. I’ll make you a good chef today.”
She gives me a look for the sudden kiss then laughs, nodding her head.
Ever since she said yes to going out with me we haven’t really done much since we were so busy. We haven’t gone out on a proper date and no, I wasn’t able to score a snog or anything. I wanted to take it slow with Erin; afraid she’d get scared or pull away if I do anything rash. And no, she wasn’t my girlfriend, we were merely going out, there was a difference. There wasn’t a sure stability to our relationship yet-we were still on rocky ground. And the reason for that isn’t only how Erin was apprehensive; it was also because of me. I myself was hesitant because of the constant dreams I had. Those constant dreams of that girl lying on the floor bloody and me holding the knife, I still wasn’t sure what it meant and for some reason it kept me so bothered- it made me feel like moving on with my life without remembering was wrong. But at the same time it felt like a heavy load on my shoulders I just couldn’t wait to get rid of. It was all so confusing.
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