Diner Girl *Harry Styles Love Story*

Chapter 33

"Wake up," I felt somebody shaking my body slightly. I let out a tiny moan and turned my body over, burying my face in Harry's neck while holding on to his frame tighter. "Faith, wake up." They shook me again. I moaned once more before lifting my head from Harry's broad chest and opening up my eyes. My cousin was standing there with a bright smile on her face and a small duffle bag slung over her shoulder. "Hey." She waved. I smiled back before sitting up completely and stretching my arms in the air, allowing a very unattractive groan out of my mouth. "You looked very comfortable." She winked at me before placing her bag down on the ground below her feet.

"We were." A male voice said from underneath me. I smiled and turned my head to look at my boyfriend. "Hello Payton." He sat up and ruffled the hair on his head before pushing it back a bit and putting out his hand for her to shake. 

"Hello Harry." She shook it. 

"How have you been?" He asked while rubbing his eyes. I noticed that they still had that hint of sparkle in them even though he had just woken up from a nap. She smiled and took a seat next to us, playing with the edge of the blanket that our legs were tangled up in. 

"I have been good, thanks." She pushed some of her hair behind her ear. "How have you been?"

He looked at me with a giant smile. "Great, since I'm not fighting with this cutie anymore." He nudged my shoulder with his as I laughed while my cheeks turned crimson. 

"You two were fighting?" She raised her eyebrow. I nodded. "Why?"

"Because-" Harry was about to explain until I put my hand up, cutting him off.

"-Lets not get into that right now. We practically made up two hours ago." Payton gave me a sympathetic smile. 

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." I shook my head.

"No its fine." I let out a happy sigh. "Well," I stood up from the couch we were all on. "Lets go check in to the hotel." I reached my hand out towards Payton. She smiled and grasped it, standing up with me. 

"What? I don't get to hold your hand?" Harry asked with a pout plastered on his face. "I mean I am your roommate." I bit my lip and tried to hold in a chuckle that was threatening to slip from my lips. 

"About that," Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "I think I'm going to be rooming with Payton these next two days." Harry's mouth became agape. 

"You're lying." He said with a blank stare. I looked over towards my cousin who looked as if she felt a bit awkward. I shook my head. 

"I'm not lying, curly." I replied with a smile, bringing up his nickname that I gave him when we first met. He groaned in aggravation before standing up and looking straight into my eyes, his gorgeous green orbs bearing into my dull, brown ones. 

"I am not allowing you to not room with me. We haven't roomed together in a week. I need my Faith time." He said with his bottom lip curled downwards before walking closer to me and wrapping his arms around my midriff. Payton and I's hands broke apart then. "Can't she room with Niall?" His hot breath tickled my ear as he whispered into it. I felt a large chill run through my body as his body grew closer to me. I felt a little uncomfortable being this adjoined with him since Payton was literally two feet away from us. I cleared my throat and back away from him, his arms unwrapping themselves from my waist. 

"No, Harry." He was about to argue his way into getting what he wanted until a small knock sounded throughout the room and a familiar irish boys head popped into the bus, stopping Harry's words from leaving his mouth. 

"Knock, knock." Niall stepped into the bus fully, shutting the door behind him. "I don't mean to interrupt, but Paul is looking for you two," He pointed to Harry and I. "And I got our room key, Payton." He held up a key card. I pulled my eyebrows downward in confusion, looking at my bright red cousin who looked just as confused as me.