Harry: "Oh my God. This isn't going to work..." You mumble into the phone, grabbing your suitcase off of the baggage claim, walking towards the 'arrival' section of the airport. "Of course it is. It has to work." Liam refutes over the phone, making you sigh in frustration. "I don't know... I mean, what if they catch me? Do you know how much trouble you'd get in to?" you ask, fear and anxiety lacing your words. "Oh (Y/N), you worry too much..." he says happily, making you sigh in stress as you look for a taxicab. "Liam, this is risky... I don't know if we can do this..." you mumble as the taximan puts your luggage in the boot of the van. "Love, don't worry. You'll be fine. It's nothing you can't handle..." he says, and you sigh, trying to calm your thoughts as you sit in the back of the van. "Where to, Miss?" the driver asks, and you cover the mouthpiece of your phone. "To the Four Seasons Resort please..." you say, giving him a kind smile as he nods and pulls out of the airport arrival lane. "How am I even supposed to get into the hotel?" you ask after a pause between your phone conversation. "I can't go through the front... People will see..." you mumble, leaning your head against the window, looking at the Denver ambience. "Uhhhh just call me and I'll come get you through the back..." he sighs, and you can tell he's just as worried as you are. "But don't they have the hotel on lockdown since you're there? How am I supposed to get through the back if security won't let me? They're going to tell him if they find out I'm here, and then we're fucked." You mumble, closing your eyes in contemplation. "Alright, alright. I'll talk to security... let's pray they won't tell anybody..." he says over the line, and your heart beats faster, nervousness and fear pumping through your veins. "Alright, I'll call you soon. Let me talk to security first..." he says, and you nod, even though he can't see you. "Alright, bye." You say, removing your phone from your ear, and into your lap. You sit on the seat, drowning in nervousness, anxiety, and fear, praying that everything will go according to plan. Your phone vibrates, and you quickly answer. "Yeah?" you ask, waiting for the news. "Alright, so they'll let the taxi through the back, but you have to get down, like down where no one can see you. They'll drive you in, then one of the security guys will get it, and pretend they're going to get groceries or something. They said they promise they won't tell him." He quickly says, and your heart races at the sound of the plan. "This is risky as hell." you mumble, as the car drives down the freeway, the city of Denver coming closer to you. "It's the only way I can get you in..." he says, and you sit there debating if you can do this. "Alright. Sounds good." You say, as you hear ruffling in the background. "Who are you talking to?" you hear a familiar voice ask in the background, and your heart drops. "Oh, uhhhh just my mother..." Liam quickly covers, and the panic flashes through you. "Oh... tell her I say hi, yeah?" Harry asks, and you can hear Liam nod, if that's possible. "I think I'll call (Y/N) now... we haven't talked since yesterday morning..." he mumbles. "Oh shit." Liam says into the phone after Harry's gone. "Text me the license plate number... see you soon, (Y/N)." Liam mumbles, and you hang up. You text him the license plate number, and kindly explain to the taxidriver the plan of getting into the hotel. Your phone vibrates, and Harry's name and picture appears on the screen. You lock your phone, ignoring his call, the nervousness too much for you to handle. "Alright Miss. We're close to the hotel, would you like to lay on the floor on the very backseat?" the driver asks, and you send him a nod and a smile. "I owe you so much more than the taxi fee, sir." You say, earning a laugh and kind smile from him. You lay on the back floor of the taxi, draping your body with the emergency blanket the driver seems to always have on him. You shoot Liam a text, and feel the van slow down. You hear fans scream, and you pray they don't pay attention to anything. Soon enough the sounds of the fans dies out, and the drive is smoother. "Alright Miss (Y/N), we are in the clear..." he says, and you sit up, quickly folding the blanket. "Oh thank God." You say, sending him a smile. The taxivan pulls up to the back door of the hotel, three security guards guarding the door, cueing for the car to stop. The taxi comes to a stop, and you give the taxi man fifty American dollars. "I don't know if that is enough sir, but thank you so much..." you say, earning a very grateful smile from him. Security slides the van door open, grabbing your small duffel bag, helping you out of the van. They quickly file you into the building, the back of the kitchen and laundry area, the industrial area. "I'm here." You text Liam, and you wait for further instruction. "There's a room service cart for you... get under it and hope none of the fans that have rented rooms here see you." he texts back, and you stare at the phone shocked. "The shit I do for you, Liam." You text back, shaking your head, as two more security guards show you the room service cart you are to get in. "We'll take good care of you..." one says, and you smile, nodding. "I don't doubt that..." you say, as the other puts your bag and duffel in another room service cart. "Alright, (Y/N) it'll be a little, but I don't think you should be that cramped... just hold your breath that we don't run into anybody we don't want to..." he says, and you know what he is implying. You give him an unsure smile as you duck and sit on the inside of the cart. The cloth soon falls over the whole cart, and something is put on the top of the cart. "We're adding trays to make it look more realistic..." he calls, reading your mind. "We're off..." he says, and the cart starts to move. The whole 'ride' through the hotel lobby, you're drowning in nervousness and panic. "Almost here? ;))" Liam texts, and you shake your head, scolding him over the phone. "Shut the hell up. I'm on my way..." you reply. The cart comes to a stop, and you feel something bump into the cart. "Sorry..." someone says. "That's alright. Precious cargo..." he says, and you smile at his strange kindness towards you. "Oh, is that for the boys?" she asks, and now you figure it's a fan. "Yes ma'am. There is one boy who is really looking forward to this..." he says, and she laughs. You hold your breath, hoping she doesn't ask anymore questions. Luckily you feel the elevator come to a halt, and the cart begins to move. After a left turn and a right, the cart comes to a halt. You hear a knock at the door, and wait. "Hold on!" someone calls from behind the door, and then the sound of the door opening freezes your heart. "Hey guys, what are you guys doing here?" Harry asks, and your blood freezes, chills rushing down your body. "Oh, somebody ordered room service... for you." security says, and you can hear the confusion in Harry's silent. "For me?" he asks, and you smile, waiting, anxious, nervous. "Yep." He says, and you feel the cart moving again. "What is it?" he asks, and you can hear the metal lid of the tray above you being lifted. "There's nothing here..." he says skeptically, and you can hear the smile in the security man's voice. "It's a little bigger than that... check under..." You prepare yourself as you feel the cloth being lifted. "I don't see any-" "Surprise!" you exclaim, sliding out of the strangely roomy cart. "Holy shit! (Y/N)! Babe! What are you doing here?" he yells, wrapping his arms around you, lifting you, his smile so big it warms your heart, the kiss you share melting it. "Liam helped me sneak into the hotel..." you say, as he gives you another peck, Liam walking in. "Mission Sneak Harry's Girl In For A Surprise has been a major success boys. High five." He says, high fiving the security, earning a playful push from Harry. "Oh my god. You're here. You're here, babe." He mumbles into your lips, making your world melt, knowing you've succeeded in sneaking into his life again.
