The Encounter |H.S|

26

I sit down on my bed with a frustrated sigh, walking to the hotel was not one of my best ideas but it was way better than going with Harry, that's for sure.

I look out the window with heavy eyes, all I want to do is sleep for the next few weeks. I take my heels off, throwing them into a random corner of the room and foolishly glaring at them for making my feet hurt.

Staring at the wall in front of me, I lean back against the headboard as everything seems to stop around me. I can't even think properly, everything that has been happening lately all seems like a never ending fever dream.

The little... scene that happened with Niall and Charlotte is not my major bother because I honestly couldn't care less about what Niall does, or who. But what really upsets me is that Niall told Charlotte about things she has no right to know, it's something between me and Harry and perhaps I should have kept it that way.

I shake my head, getting up from the bed and opening the window to let fresh air flow into the room. I breathe in, closing my eyes for a second before looking ahead of me.

The clouds have a delightful shade of pink and some even orange, the sky looks purple and the sun is no longer visible. I can hear the faint chatter of people on the streets and the sound of cars driving by as well.

"Good afternoon."

I widen my eyes at the familiar voice next to me, turning my head to see Harry standing on his balcony avoiding eye contact with me, his back against the railing.

"Hi." I mutter, of course he's already here. The asshole probably came back here on his fancy limousine or something of the sort.

"Do you, hypothetically speaking, still prefer a room with a balcony?" He suddenly asks, clearing his throat right after as I turn my head to frown at him.

"Hypothetically speaking, I don't fucking care if my room has a balcony or not." I inform him, my eyebrows furrowed as his eyes stay glued to the glass doors that lead to his room.

"Noted."

Why is he asking this anyway? It's not like he cares, pretty much the other way around since he's pretty careless about anything. I'm still pissed with him so he doesn't have to pretend to be nice, it's really not necessary.

"We're going back in two days." He suddenly informs me, making me shift my gaze to my hands as my heartbeat fastens with excitement although I don't let it show.

I honestly can't wait to go back, the thought of seeing Hazel and Louis again makes me nearly leap out of pure joy.

The street gets darker, and the purple colour of the sky fades away and turns into a dark shade of blue, all of the pink coloured clouds dissipating into thin air.

I get ready to close the window once again, looking forward to putting on my pyjamas and calling Louis but I get interrupted immediately.

"Evelyn."

I turn my head to glance at Harry, who was staring at me with narrowed eyes, crossed arms and biting his bottom lip pensively. "What?"

"How's Hazel?" He asks quietly and I widen my eyes, my hands falling to my sides before looking down with a frown.

It's not the most meaningful question he could have made, but it does make me feel slightly better that he doesn't feel completely careless when it comes to her.

"Good, she- yeah, she's good."

"Have you ever told her about me?" He asks and I instantly glance at him with furrowed eyebrows. What?