“Oh Kitty, where art thou, kitty?” Harry, playfully, said while I watched him, from behind the window curtains, walk around the room looking for me. I couldn’t help but smile at his Romeo and Juliet reference. Next thing I know he’s ripping the curtains away from me, causing me to squeal like a little girl and take off for the other side of the room.

Before I could get anywhere Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and threw me on the bed, both us landing in a fit of laughter. Trapped underneath him, we continued to laugh for a few minutes before I started to settle down when I noticed Harry wasn’t laughing anymore. I opened my eyes and Harry was, intensely, staring down at me with no sign of emotion of his face.

“What’s the matter, Harry?” I asked him, scrunching up my eyebrows. A few seconds of silence passed by when I saw Harry staring at my lips and slowing inching his face closer to mine, where I still laid trapped beneath him.

His lips softly pressed against mine and my body ignited with sparks as my eyes fluttered shut and my lips began to kiss back. We worked our lips against one another’s for a few minutes until Harry pulled away and pushed a piece of hair off my forehead.

“You’re it,” Harry said as he smiled down at me, out of breath from kissing, and rolled off of me and went to hide. I smiled after him before turning over and counting to twenty.

“Ma’am? We’ve arrived at your destination,” The taxi driver said from the front of the cab. I zoned out of my daydream and smiled at him before handing him the right amount of money for the fare.

“Thanks a lot,” I said before climbing out of the cab with my bags and looking at the back entrance of the hotel. Seeing it was fan girl free I let out a sigh of relief. I pulled the strap to my duffel bag onto my shoulder and walked into the hotel. As I approached the front desk I saw the look of distress on the worker’s face, I can only assume is from the hundreds of fan girls in front of the hotel, trying so hard to enter the hotel.

“Hi, how can I help you?” The woman asked and I, simply, smiled at her.

“I’m looking for Harry Styles’ room, I’m visiting him,” I informed her.

“Seriously? How on earth did you get into the hotel? No fans are allowed. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.,” she sternly told me, causing my mouth to fall agape.

“I’m not lying, I’m really here to see my friends in One Direction,” I slowly told her, hoping my slower tone would help it sink in.

“Look if you don’t leave in five seconds I’m calling security and having you arrested for trespassing!” She said, pointing her finger at the door.

“Listen lad—“

“Hi Isobel, she’s with me,” I heard a slow British accent say from beside me while they placed their arm around my shoulders.

“Oh, okay. I’m so sorry for the mix up, Mr. Styles. Room service is on me tonight,” Isobel, the desk attendee, said before smiling at us. I, cockily, smiled back at her in return.

“Thank you, Isobel. We’ll see you later,” Harry said before pulling me over by the elevators.

“Thanks for the save,” I told him before wrapping my arms around his masculine frame and giving him a good squeeze, as he did the same to me.

“Don’t mention it, I’ve missed you,” he said as we walked onto the elevator and he pressed the button for the eleventh floor.

“So what are the plans for tonight?” I asked him as I leaned against the back wall of the elevator.

“Hm, I don’t know. I was kind of hoping we’d fuck each other’s brains out,” Harry, non-chalantly, said causing me to widen my eyes and, unfortunately, blush wildly while turning to look at him. “I’m joking, of course.”

I sent him a fake smile, while silently wishing he were being serious.

The elevator dinged, letting us know we arrived at our floor and as we stepped off, Harry grabbed my bag from my shoulder and smiled at me before grabbing my hand and leading me down the left side of the hallway.

“I’m quite capable of carrying my own bag, Styles,” I, playfully, told him while he flashed me a glare.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, you are my guest after all,” he said, a smile present on his face as he reached in his pocket for the key to his room. “Hope you don’t mind sharing a room with yours truly.”

Harry pushed the door open and walked in where he threw my bag on the bed closest to the window. The room was huge, two queen size beds with fluffy blankets and pillows, a huge window with a balcony just outside. Not to mention the giant flat screen TV centered in front of both beds with the mini fridge—full of alcohol and food—just to the left of it. I ventured into the bathroom where there was a huge walk in shower, and two sinks on the counter in front of it.

“This place is huge,” I commented as I walked back out into the main room to find Harry lying across his bed.

“You get used to it after a while,” Harry replied as he rolled onto his back. “Now lay on the bed,” he said while patting the empty space beside him. I smiled, and hesitantly crawled onto the bed and lay beside him, our stomachs facing the ceiling.

“Holy shit, it’s like a cloud,” I told him, laughter in my voice. I turned to look at Harry who readjusted himself so he was on his side, facing me, with a smile on his face. We sat there and stared at each other for a few seconds before Harry reached his index finger out and touched the skin just beneath my right eye. The sudden contact with Harry sent electric shocks through my body and caused my heart to beat ten times faster than normal.

“Eye lash,” he whispered, a smile still on his face. He put his finger in front of my mouth and widened his smile, if that was even possible. “Make a wish.”

I closed my eyes and immediately thought of what I would wish for. I wish Harry would make a move. After making my wish I blew the eyelash off his finger and opened my eyes.

“What’d you wish for?” Harry asked.

“If I tell you it won’t come true,” I told him, with a smile.

“Oh come on, Kitty. Tell me!” He said, turning over more, and I followed with the same actions. Now we were both lying on our sides, facing one another, with our arms folded so our heads could rest on them.

“No,” I whispered while closing my eyes, hoping to fall asleep.

“Don’t make me do it,” Harry warned, causing me to laugh at him.

“Do what?” I asked him, eyes still shut. Before I knew it Harry was straddling me and tickling my sides up and down.

“Harry stop it!!” I said in between laughing.

“Not until you tell me what you wished for!” He said, while still tickling me.

“I’m not gonna tell you!” I yelled, trying to turn away from his hands.

“Why not?” He said, thankfully while he quit tickling me. He had the puppy dog pout set on his lips, and he looked so desirable. No Kat, stop. You can’t think like that.

“Because then it won’t come true,” I told him while looking up into his emerald green eyes.

“Will you tell me one day? When it does come true?” Harry asked.

“Of course,” I told him as I watched the smile falter from his face and his dimples disappear. He stared at me for like that for about twenty seconds when he lifted his hand and stroked a piece of hair from my cheek. I watched as his eyes fell to my lips and back up to my eyes, before he slowly inched his face closer to mine.

Just as our lips were about to touch, something I’ve been wanting to happen again since the cook out, the door to our room slammed open.

“Katriona!!!!” Zayn yelled as he ran in, and Harry quickly rolled off of me and walked into the bathroom. I stared at the door he went in with a confused expression. What the hell just happened? I quickly snapped out of the trance I was in and stood up to hug Zayn.

“Hi Zayn!” I exclaimed as he picked me off the ground and swung me around.

“I’ve missed you!! Talking on the phone just isn’t the same,” he said as he put me down and we both sat on my bed.

“I know, you should have visited me in between the tours like Harry did!” I said as I slapped his upper arm and watched him flinch.

“I know, but I wanted to see Perrie,” Zayn told me as he placed his arm across my shoulders and pulled me into his side.

“Yeah, we’ve got a lot to catch up on,” I told him, smiling as I wrapped my arms around one of my best friend’s mid-section.

“Like loads of mop head love?” Zayn quietly said. Yes, I told Zayn that I liked Harry. I had to tell someone, to get it off my chest and Zayn was the best option I could come up with. I knew he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“Yes Zayn, like loads of mo—“

“I’m going over to Louis’ room, he just text me,” Harry said as he emerged from the bathroom. “I’ll be back in a few,” he said as he walked out the door.

“What was that about?” Zayn asked as he turned to look at me.

“I have no idea,” I shrugged before Zayn and I went back to talking about Harry.

--Harry’s POV--

“I still don’t understand the problem, Harry,” Louis asked as he played some game on his laptop.

“I almost kissed her, Lou! If Zayn wouldn’t have walked in I would have kissed her and that would ruin everything!” I exclaimed to him as I roughly ran my hands through my curls.

“You’re over-exaggerating,” Louis said with a roll of his eyes as he placed his laptop off to the side. “Why won’t you make a move, Harry?”

“Because, I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“That’s a load of rubbish and you know it, Har,” Louis said as he punched me in the arm.

“Look, I like her, a lot. But we both just have such strong personalities we would clash all the time if we became something more than just friends. And I don’t want that. I want to be her friend forever,” I explained to him as I threw myself on his bed.

“Or you two would work out perfectly because you both can be such sarcastic twats. You’re over thinking this Harry. You won’t know anything unless you try,” Lou explained to me as he handed me a beer from his mini fridge. I twisted the cap off and took a long swig.

“What do you suggest I do then?” I asked him, as I turned to look at him. He had a devilish smile on his face, and I knew that meant what he was about to say wouldn’t be good.

“We’re going out tomorrow night in Houston. Gonna hit up a club, get some alcohol in your system and you’re going to make a move.”

“No! Absolutely not. I don’t want to be drunk when I make my first move!” I objected.

“Too bad. You’re too much of a pussy to do it when you’re sober and everyone knows you’re the biggest flirt when you’ve been drinking. It’s happening and you can’t do a damn thing about it, Harold. Now get the hell out of my room,” Louis said as he shoved me off his bed. I rolled my eyes before walking out of his room. I was about to head back to my room but I decided to go play with Lux in Lou’s room instead. I wasn’t ready to face Kat after almost kissing her.

Notes

WOO HOO!!
We're getting places people!
Thanksgiving break is this week and I'll be at my grandparents where I have no friends so hopefully I can get more updates done!
Thanks for being so patient with me!

XOXO
Jade

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