hotel room 108 [narry au]

seducing the hetero

chapter four

H.E.S.
"Gemma," I gush, "Look at this one, look!"

"Harry I've seen so many pictures of this Niall guy that he's going to be in my dreams," my sister complains, "You literally talked to this guy twice, and now it's everlasting love?"

"The statistical probability of one finding love at first sight is one out of a thousand people."

"You got that out of a book."

"A book based on a true story." I counter, proud of myself.

"But Harry, you literally stalked the poor boy."

"All I used was his name," I flushed, "Come on Gemma, he's fucking hot and he works for me. God I wanna screw him so hard--"

"Stop it!" Gemma squeals, running away. I chuckle and continue to scroll through the blonde's Instagram profile. Call me a stalker but I couldn't care less to be honest. Niall Horan is the most gorgeous man I've ever laid my eyes on. No one has ever made me feel so...excited.

I need him.

He needs to be mine and I'll do anything for him.

N.J.H.
"NO GET THE SUNLIGHT AWAY!" I scream as Louis opens the blinds to the guest room. I throw multiple pillows at him but he just chucks them back in a huff.

"Niall get up it's eleven am, the day already started," He groans sleepily, "my intern and the others should be here any minute so mane yourself presentable."

"What? Why?" I whine.

"They're having breakfast with us, remember? And your girlfriend is coming to take your ass back to your house tonight."

"You know why I'm here...she insulted me. And in the worst way."

"As much as I hate her she makes you happy for some reason, so please get up. Christ Niall."

"Can you make pancakes?" I plead.

"I'll ask Jeffery to make them," he yawns, "I'm gonna shower so don't turn on the hot water."

"Yes princess," I grumble. Louis stops moving and glares at me.

"I'll have Zayn stop by Marvel to drop off a Barbie Princess Castle Toy-Set for you if you ever call me princess again." My best friend answers sassily.

"Sorry," I hold my hands up in the air and he snorts. Louis hates anyone calling him princess, and he's got good reason.

Once upon a time Louis was in love with a man named Stanely. The two of them were like a match made in heaven, believe me. I'd never seen my best friend happier.

When Stan left him for a rising celebrity, I never though it would ruin him so much. The only time I heard the words 'I want to die' come out of Louis' mouth was when Stan made his departure.

He would always call him princess; always. So Louis forbid the word; never wanted to hear it out of anyone's mouth again. I knew he was hurt from the break-up to this day.

I take the steps one by one, expertly dodging the chefs running around the kitchen. I sit at the island counter where Jeffery is preparing my special breakfast request.

"Jeffery," I whine.

"Yes Mr. Horan?"

I spin around on my stool and groan loudly,

"I need your smart butler advice."

"What seems to be the problem?"

"My girlfriend isn't even my girlfriend. When I'm with her all I feel is the emptiness in my heart. Jeffery, why do I have a girlfriend but feel so alone at the same time?"