Spotlight |h.s|

Fifteen

Harry Styles

The second we make it outside and past the flashing cameras, she pauses on the sidewalk and pulls off her heels, her squinted and watery eyes still prominent on her face. I think she sobered up from the alcohol, but the high still seems to be there.

She then catches up to me, holding her black heels by the backs of them in one of her hands. I lost that stupid pitchfork, not keeping track of it once we got inside. It was only a few dollars, so it doesn't bother me.

We walk into the hotel, the lady at the desk recognizing us and giving us our keys without hesitation. We head to the elevator, neither of us talking for whatever reason. We go to the 10th floor, heading to the right and finding our rooms with ease.

Just as a precaution, we both walk into my room. I think we beat most people back here since it's only 2:00 am, but I don't want to risk it. She drops her heels at the door and immediately goes to my bathroom, turning on the light and digging through her purse.

She pulls out some makeup wipes, rubbing off the pigmented lipstick and dark eyeshadow she has on, getting the rest of the regular stuff off of her face as well. She turns to look at me, holding a clean one up as if she's silently offering to take my light makeup off as well.

I nod at the nonverbal question, walking closer and standing in front of her. She seems a bit hesitant about touching me, eventually reaching up and rubbing off the makeup on my neck first, bringing the purple hickey from her into view. She then takes her free hand and cups my cheek to hold my face in place, getting the light makeup off of it with the wipe. Once that's all gone, she finally focuses on the red all over my lips.

She scrubs it off, having to use a bit of force before it's actually gone. When it is, she gets off of her tip-toes and throws away the stained wipe, the skin of her face looking a bit irritated from it.

She then quietly leaves the bathroom, picking up her purse and shoes, and heading to the connecting door. She slides it open, and I hear her leave it open as she sits her stuff down.

"Shit!" She mutters to herself after a minute of digging through her purse.

I then hear her walk closer to my room again, me exiting the bathroom and peeking at her through the doorway.

"I forgot like... all of my stuff." She admits guiltily.

"What do you mean?"

"Extra clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, everything." She elaborates.

"You knew we were staying here, though. I remember telling you."

"I focused on the costumes and forgot everything else," she defends, "I have nothing to sleep in."

"Well, that's sucks." I shrug, walking over to my things and unzipping my black suitcase.

"Harry... please."

"Please what?" I groan.

"Please give me something to wear."

"Isn't it supposed to be my birthday?" I protest, not wanting to give her my clothes.

"Yes, but I'm not sleeping in this shit. I'm begging you."

I reluctantly look through my suitcase, throwing the things I'm going to change into onto my bed. I look down at what's remaining inside.

"All I have left is a pair of boxers and the dress shirt I have on right now." I shrug.

"That fine."

"You want to wear my sweaty shirt and my underwear?" I make sure she heard me correctly.

"Well... the underwear are clean, right?" She jokes, making me roll my eyes.