VALERIE

Chapter 21.3: Devious Love Birds

  Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

“Okay, so you guys stay in your rooms. No more wandering around the hallway after 10 PM.” Paul instructs all of us once we ascended the 9th floor of the hotel where our respective rooms are. “I don’t want you guys roaming around while I am catching up with my sleep, you understand?” He says with a warning look, scanning all our faces as we nod in affirmation. I feel bad for Paul, he still has jetlag but he practically needs to look after the boys still. It has been a tiring week for him.

I look at my watch and it’s already forty-three minutes passed nine. Yep, we could really use some sleep already.

So all of us enter our respective rooms; Zayn and Perrie are in one room, across Harry and I’s; Niall and Louis are also staying in one room, as both of them don’t have some special company, just next to ours; and Liam and Sophia are in one room next to Zayn and Perrie’s.

So basically, my plan to move to another room has been altered because of the drama earlier in the restaurant. Good thing they could never make up any reason why I would just walk out like that. They thought I was just mad that Harry didn’t listen about the oysters.

Speak of that, I am scared of the possible effect of him eating such an aphrodisiac dish. Gosh, I have witnessed some people on the telly growing maniac after eating that. Ew! So I am a bit apprehensive of staying in the same room with Harry. Well, he jokes a lot about that thing, you know… that thing. But I know that he just want me to get awkward about that and well he wouldn’t want to have that with me, unless I really wanted to. After all, he respects our working relationship. Sometimes, we even feel like we’re not working at all, everything just comes naturally. I think it’s the effect of growing used to each other. We don’t even need to rehearse everything.

Let me tell you, sometimes, I am tempted to do that with him. Ugh, sometimes I can’t even believe how my thoughts travel from here to there. Say for example, I am just talking to him and when I get lost in the moment, just staring at the way his lips move when he speaks, I can’t help but want to kiss him. And I even end up thinking of the possibility that we might end up in bed. As men have weak points, so as women. I don’t even need to eat oyster for me to do that. Shit! I can’t even believe I am saying these things, even just in my thoughts.

“Valerie?” Harry snaps me out of my lustful thoughts and I immediately brush them off by shaking my head a bit. I look up at him and realize that we’re both seated on the couch already.

“Seriously though, what’s bothering you? You’ve been quiet since earlier.” He tells me, frowning at me.

I half laugh, “Nothing, silly. I was just thinking.”

“About what, for instance?” He pries at me as he shifts position in the couch, bending his knee on the surface of the couch, and his other leg just on the floor. His arm extends at the back of the couch, reaching the hem of my sleeve as he plays with it romantically.

I let go of the breath that I don’t know I was holding, “Nothing… I swear.” I lie. I was just thinking about ending up with you in the bed, mister.

“Well, I feel bad…” He whines, pouting his pink lips still fidgeting with my sleeve.

“Wha-why?” I ask him, my brows furrow in curiosity.

“Because you always confide with Liam but not to me.” Is he serious? Is he playing jealous? Whatever, but it’s really cute. Aww.

I chuckle before I can speak again, “Are you jealous?” I study his face, now getting closer to him and he stops his motion with my sleeve. He frowns annoyingly and looks away from my stare.