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71

The sleep after swimming hits different. After I shower, I nearly knock out. I don't even bother eating anything. I just fall asleep.

I don't know exactly what we have planned today. Our flight's leaving late tonight, so we basically have the whole day.

Imagine my surprise when I walk into the living room, surrounded by stacks of cash.

"Please don't tell me we're going to a strip club," I blurt out. Harry stops his money counting, giving me an amused smile. 

"Uh, nope. Do you want to?" 

Of course that's how he responds. I shake my head no, lightly tracing the stacks of bills. I don't think I've ever seen this much cash in my life. "So what are we doing then?"

"Think about it. What else could you possibly do in Vegas with a lump sum of money?"

I think about it for a second, then the realization hits me. "Oh! Casinos, duh."

He pats me on the back out of pity before resuming his counting. I push past him and head to the kitchen area. 

"I've ordered you room service, it'll be here soon," he calls from the other room. I smile and sit at the barstool. Shortly after, he walks in. "French toast, I know you love it." He gives me a quick peck and takes the seat next to me.

"I really wasn't expecting Vegas out of all places," I admit, looking out the window. Even in the daylight, the view is beautiful. The people look like ants from up here. The buildings are just as vibrant. 

"Are you having fun?" His tone is laced with concern.

I lean over and place a lingering kiss on his lips. "Of course."

"I would know, especially after yesterday..." 

I scowl and slap his arm. Way to ruin the moment. 

Sophia stalks in, standing behind us. "And what happened yesterday?"

Harry avoids her gaze and I awkwardly rub the back of my neck. "Oh, you know, the pool and stuff."

"Mhm," she hums. "I'm starving, do you want to go to the breakfast bar?"

"Harry already ordered me breakfast," I say apologetically.

She narrows her eyes at my boyfriend. "So rude, Styles. Where's our food?"

"Hey, ask your boyfriend. He's the one with the credit card," he defends, putting his hands up.

She looks at him thoughtfully before skipping out of the kitchen, presumably to bother Liam. 

"She's crazy," he laughs, putting his hand on my leg. I dramatically pluck it off and let it fall to his side. He furrows his brow. "What?"

"I'm mad at you," I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Oh," he smirks. "What, you don't want everyone to know that we fucked?"

I slap his arm then turn away from him, facing the window and crossing my arms like a stubborn child. 

"Come on El, they already know."

"It doesn't matter," I hiss, facing him again. "You don't have to point it out every time, and stop saying that word."

"Fuck? You liked it last night..." 

I want to wipe the smirk right off his face, yet I can't think of a good comeback.

Then, I do what I always do. I run.