You Can Call Me

5 : "Bloody Mary"

Bloody Mary

5

We begin to walk inside the room and obviously my eyes were everywhere while my heart was thumping against my chest, I mean come on its one room with Harry Styles for goodness sake! But I think the room temperature is making me even more nervous. It's freezing here or I'm just literally wet and naked that's why it's cold.

"We're going to share a room?" I ask.

Of course I'm worried that I'll be sharing a room with him. I'm naked underneath this bathrobe, and he's also naked underneath his bathrobe. And he's planning on drinking again, what the hell? We might end up having sex if we get too drunk! Surely we won't be able to help ourselves once we feel hot.

"Yeah. Aren't you comfortable with it?" He asks me as if it was nothing to him.

Uhh, hello? Who wouldn't? I know how huge you are but I just met you a while ago. We just met Harry! Of course it's not comfortable to share a room with someone I never knew. I'm not a woman like that. And even if you're Harry fucking Styles, it still doesn't count that you're famous. You're still a stranger to me and I've never ever shared a room with the opposite sex that I've never met before.

"We just met." I reminded him. "Of course I won't be comfortable with it."

"I won't touch you." He says firmly. "I'll keep my hands to myself."

I sigh inwardly.

"Not unless you want me to." He grins.

"Harry." I snapped, feeling my cheeks burning red.

He chuckles. "I promise. And I always keep my promises."

We just stared at each other for a while and I think the more he looks at me, the more I wanna be in this room with him.

"Just like what I said a while ago, we might not ever meet again. Might as well have fun together tonight." He tells me.

I watch him as he licks his lips.

"You're right." I agreed. I think him licking his lips made me force to agree.

He begins to grin at me. "Bathroom's over there." He pointed as he placed his dry clothes on top of the bed.

He walks to the mini bar then ask, "Do you drink Bloody Mary?"

"You know how to mix drinks?" I quizzed.

He nods. "Someone taught me how to but I can't promise that it'll be good. I think there's mixing stuffs here." He begins to scan through the drawers of the mini bar.

"So, are you up to taste Harry's Bloody Mary?" He asked with a grin.

"I don't know what I got myself into but I'll give it a try."

He chuckles under his throat. "Don't worry. I'll try my best to satisfy you." He says with such a deep erotic voice as he stares at me deceivingly.

I don't know if he's intentionally doing it but he speaks really slow and it's so fucking sexy to my ears.

Stop thinking about double meanings with the things he says, Tate. I scolded myself.

"A-Alright. I'll just take a quick shower." I tell him, stuttering on my own words.

"Ok. Take your time cos I'll take my time here as well." He begins to get busy.

I walk my way to the bathroom, locked the door and exhaled heavily once I was alone. I stare at myself in front of the mirror and I still can't believe that I'm actually spending the entire night with Harry Styles. I still can't get over this exhilarating feeling. If Monique was only here with me, I'm sure she'll be dead by now. Fuck, I still haven't found her.