Bump (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11 - Hilton Hotel

note: This chapter contains sexual content so if you don't want to go on it's okay. It's my first time to write this kind of stuff so I'm sorry if it sucks too. 

*picture on the side is what their room looks like (foh real) i researched on that okay. if you want to know what the whole room looks like, look at this http://www3.hilton.com/ts/assets/images/en_US/hotel/LONHITW/roomtypes/LONHITW_London_Hilton_on_Park_Lane_room_type_K1SCP1_1.jpg and this is the lobby https://mymotels.com/propertyimages/172529/hilton_london_park_lane_lobby_london_unitedkingdom.jpg and lastly, the exterior of the hotel http://www3.hilton.com/resources/media/hi/LONHITW/en_US/img/shared/full_page_image_gallery/main/HL_exterior001_675x359_FitToBoxSmallDimension_Center.jpg

Hazel's POV 

     Mom was a bit hesitant about allowing me to sleep over at the boys’ hotel. She said yes immediately, but then she looked like she had second thoughts about her decision. She told us to keep all the flowers, balloons and gifts that Harry gave me, or else she would’ve given them away. Then we had a bit of a laugh about it. She then told me to ask my father. I did and he said yes because of my reason. I was going to pay for my own room anyway.

     Harry’s going away for three months; I can’t just let him go without spending at least one more day before he goes. Of course I’d love to spend some time with Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn as well before they fly-off to America.

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     “Bloody hell Harry,” I say, gaping at everything I can see. I am immediately reminded of Ron from HP.

     “Try to get used to it,” Harry says, pulling me closer to him.

     We have just entered the lobby of the London Hilton on Park Lane. The outside is absolutely amazing, but the inside... I’m so done. I’ve never been to many five-star hotels before. The last time I’ve been in one seemed so long ago; five or six years ago I think.

     A bellhop gets my overnight bag, gives me a sweet smile and immediately proceeds to one of the elevators. I smile back—at everything.

     The lobby’s so big I feel like a speck in it. Everything in here looks like it’s made of gold or copper, or that’s just me. The floor’s so shiny, chandeliers hanging in different areas of the ceiling, God where do I stop? How can the bloody hell do they afford these things?

     The amount of people here are just right, and only some of them look at us.

     “Wait, I’m going to check-in,” I say, trying to pull my hand away from Harry’s.

     “What do you mean ‘check-in’?” he asks innocently, not releasing my hand. I narrow my eyes at him.

     “I’m going to have my own room remember?”

     “No you’re not. You’re sleeping in my room.”

     My eyes widen and I feel my mouth slightly open. Harry grins at me and we continue to walk to the elevators.

     “We’re not going to do anything okay?” he says. I nod slowly, then I swallow. I hope what he’s saying is the truth. I’m not ready for... Sex. That’s what he wanted moments ago in the kitchen, though even I wanted it. But I just can’t, and I won’t do it.

     “Aren’t you going to check-in or something?” I ask him as the elevator door closes, isolating the two of us. I push the disturbing thoughts away.