“Hi, what room is Simon Cowell staying in? I need to speak with him.” I asked the person at the front desk. “Room 620, Miss Beaumont.” He replied. I thanked him and walked towards the elevator trying to think of what I was going to say to Simon. He wouldn’t be happy with whatever it was and I was convinced he’d forbid me to see both Harry and Liam, which is the exact opposite of what I wanted.
“Hey Nevaeh, what are you doing up so late?” Simon asked as he let me inside his room. “I couldn’t sleep because I’ve been having trouble with things. It’s going to get stressful, I just know it and I won’t be able to handle it.” I said. “Okay, tell me what’s going on.” We both sat down at the table, which was covered in papers. I felt bad for interrupting because I could tell he was doing work and he’d be up longer than he should be.

“It’s ridiculous and I told myself to stay focused on work and not my social life…but it’s so hard to. Liam really likes me, more than just a friend but he knows that I don’t like him that way in return. I don’t want to crush him, but I already have and that’s the hardest thing for me to deal with. Then there’s Harry; I really like him even though we barely know each other. People say he’s bad news but I just can’t help the way that I feel.” I explained. “I’m not good in this field, but since I’m a guy, I can try my best. Liam is your best friend and he would understand. It might not be what he wants to hear but he’ll get over it. I would watch out for Harry, though; let me find out if he’s right for you before you make any decisions that could affect not only your well-being but also your career.” He said. “Alright, thank you Simon. What are all these papers for?” I asked. “Some show the ratings from last year and this year so I can compare it; some show the budget and some show the cost of certain things. I should probably get back to it, though. The producers will be here soon to sort things out with me in a bit. You need to get some sleep, don’t let all of the plague your mind. Be happy that you’re in a great hotel and have the freedom to do as you please.” He stood up and walked me to the door. “Alright and thank you again, Simon. I truly appreciate your help.” I walked out. “You’re welcome. Anytime you need me, you know where I’m at.” He said. We both said our goodbyes and he shut the door. I went back into the elevator to go up to my room and while the doors were closing, a hand stopped them to open them up.

“Why is it that wherever I go you're always there?” I asked. “I’m not, I just got back from a peaceful swim, thanks.” Harry said. His hair was dripping wet so he was obviously “swimming” somewhere. “We’re on the 6th floor.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yeah.” He laughed and looked away. I rolled my eyes because I knew better than that. An awkward silence fell upon us and we noticed that the elevator suddenly stopped. ‘Are you fucking kidding me right now? Why me?’ I thought in my head. I pressed the button to open the door and it was stuck. “Of course this would happen to me.” I mumbled and grabbed the phone out of the box on the elevator panel. It called the front desk and I told them that we were stuck in the elevator. They told us not to worry, it happens all the time and it would take about an hour to get us out.



“I have an idea, why don’t we play the ‘Getting To Know You Game.’” He suggested. “How about we play the ‘Quiet Game’?” I said and rolled my eyes again. “You don’t have to be a bitch about it, I just want to end the tension between us.” He looked annoyed with me at that point. “I’m sorry but you’re not off to a good start.” I sat down and rested my head against the elevator wall. He sat across from me and stared like I was some painting, hanging on the wall at a museum. I think I was PMS’ing or something, because he was really annoying me and I wish that I would’ve taken the stairs instead. “What are you looking at? Really?” I snapped. “I’m trying to figure out what kind of a person you are and not just judge you based on what the news says.” He said, which made me feel awful for being so rude. “I’m sorry, it’s really late and I’m not feeling well right now. I didn’t mean to be so short with you.” I apologized. “It’s alright, I understand. So tell me, how old are you?” he asked. “I’ll be 17 in about a month. You?” I replied. “17 as of 2 weeks ago.” He smiled. “Happy Belated Birthday.” I said. Again, there was silence between us and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to go to sleep. I started to doze off and I could hear Harry asking me questions; the only problem was I thought I was responding to him. I was responding to him in my head and I’m sure I was making some sort of noise out loud. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and my head moved onto a warm shoulder and neck. I was way too tired to care so I ended up falling asleep several seconds later.


(Harry’s POV)
“What are some interests of yours, other than singing?” I asked her. “Mmm. Uhh. I…dno. Sleep.” She mumbled. I could see her drifting off so I moved over to her, put my arm around her waist and placed her head on my shoulder. After a few minutes she started talking in her sleep, it was so cute. “Liam I’m sorry.” She said. ‘Sorry? For what?’ I wondered. It didn’t matter because I was happy to have her in my arms; it made me feel bad for hanging out with other girls earlier. Nothing happened, though, so hopefully she knows that too. I moved her head a little so I could look at her face and I thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world; it looked like she was off in some perfect world of her own. She smelled clean, like flowers and fruit and I was intoxicated by it. If only she was awake, then I’d be able to talk with her some more and get to know her on a deeper level. ‘Come on Styles, you’re being creepy. Stop smelling her and checking her out…just let her sleep.’ I told myself. I let out a big yawn and noticed that I was getting really tired so I rested my head on top of hers for what felt like a minute. Next thing I knew I was woken up violently by the elevator dropping a floor.
“What the hell?!” Nevaeh jumped. She was shaking a little from fear. “Hey, it’s alright. I’m sure they’re fixing it now. We’ll be out of here in no time, I can promise you that.” I reassured her and pulled her close. “How did I end up in your arms?” she asked. “I thought you’d sleep more comfortably this way.” I replied. The phone in the elevator panel started to ring and we knew that it wouldn’t be good news. Nevaeh got up and answered, “Hello?...Yes…What do you mean a few more hours?! We don’t have a few more hours! What time is it?...3 in the morning?! We've been in here since 12, you said it'd take an hour!...Okay…Bye.” she slammed the phone down, sat down next to me and continued, “We’ll be stuck here for a few more hours. They’re “trying their best” apparently.”
“Well you can lay on me, and sleep again until they get the elevator working, if you'd like.” I offered. “I’m not that tired anymore, but I’ll take you up on that offer when I am.” She smiled. I could tell that she was getting more comfortable with me and not so annoyed.


For about an hour or so we were talking to each other and I felt an instant connection. She was such a wonderful person, I couldn't stand the thought of losing her as a friend. There was no doubt in my mind that she was the one for me, I just didn't know how I could get her with all of the stress and pain she's been through. I was sure she had no trust left for anyone. "You know, I'm getting tired again, and a little cold." she giggled and cuddled up to me again, falling asleep after 10 minutes or so. It felt so right, I could've stayed like this for the rest of my life. I couldn't fall asleep, though; I couldn't stop thinking about how I could make her mine. She was perfect and everything I've ever wanted.

I went to shake her to wake her up, but the elevator started to move and she woke up from the noise. "It's working!" she cried out, happily. "Yeah. Great." I said unenthusiastically. As the doors opened there was a group of about 5 or 6 workers outside, apologizing to us and telling us that we get complimentary spa packages and other things like that. "No, don't worry about it. Honestly. I promise that I'm not going to tell anyone about this, nor will I give your hotel a bad rating. Your staff is wonderful and your service is definitely 5-star worthy." Nevaeh reassured all of them. They looked shocked as well as happy and all they could say to her was thank you. "I'll ask for one thing, though. I heard that your cheesecake sounds pretty nice. Could I possibly have a little slice later?" she giggled. She was adorable, I could kiss her all day, non-stop. "Done and done! You can have as much cheesecake as you'd like!" the owner smiled, brightly.

After a few more minutes of talking, they went back down to the lobby. We walked to her room and she pulled out the room key. "Well...I better go to sleep, I'm exhausted so I couldn't imagine how you're feeling." she said while stroking my arm. It sent tingles all throughout my body and I didn't know how much more I could handle. "I'm sorry that you were stuck in the elevator with me, but I'm really happy we had the chance to talk." I hugged her. "Don't be sorry, I'm glad I got to know you more." she said. "Have a goodnight/morning." I said as we pulled away from each other. "Goodnight, Harry." she stared into my eyes, and I couldn't help myself.
I quickly grabbed her face and pulled her in to place a deep and passionate kiss on her lips.
It was incredible.

Notes

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