VALERIE

Chapter 21: LA Love Story

“Okay, hurry up. The room service is here.” He informs, his voice fading, giving me a hint that he’s leaving the door as he speaks.

“Okay.” I whisper to myself and step out of the shower, wrapping myself around a red towel. I scamper carefully from the tiled floor, out of the bathroom, to a grey matted floor inside our suite.

Harry is standing against the table, picking some grapes stealthily, and turns around immediately when he feels my presence. I walk to the other side of the room, feeling his gaze all over my body. I immediately kneel down to the floor beside my suitcase. I start to look for a pair of clothes to wear for today. He decided to take me shopping on our first day together in Los Angeles before he gets trapped with their hectic undertakings.

He has gotten sweeter and more attentive to my needs and interests these past few days, which of course I find odd and amusing since we started out disliking each other. From enemies, we became used with each other’s existence, and then now I can say, though it’s weird even just on my mind, we’re a bit more of friends now? Or maybe he’s just cooperating well with this little show we’ve been pulling off for six months now.

Last week by the way, he bought me a new pair of headphones, claiming he’s annoyed by the little noise escaping from my old one, and the weird music on my playlist. He has to buy new one to make sure I keep my weird music taste to myself. I bet his little ego’s just hurt I don’t listen to even one of their songs. But I do, my personal favourite is I wish, but I’d like to keep it to myself.

He also took me to The Script concert last weekend in London; which was very fun and an extraordinary experience. I finally got to meet Danny, Mark and Glenn personally; the perks of having a famous boyfriend. I love it! I thought I was going to faint but I’m glad Harry’s there to keep myself from embarrassing him and myself.

As I lay the thin white shirt and blue tight jeans on top of the bed along with my undies, I feel Harry’s gaze still on me. His eyes travelling from my foot and up, he stops and darts his sight to the cleavage on my chest.

His stare makes me feel terribly exposed, although I am really exposed. Consequently, I cross my arms together upon my chest, eying at him, my right brow raising contemptuously, pressing my lips in a tight line, and I clear my throat, waking him up from his little daydream. He tries to gulp inconspicuously but he manages to regain his composure, looking up to my face and act casually.

“Let’s eat. I’m hungry.” He sways pitifully, rubbing his belly.

The tension in my face fades as I hum, “Hmm okay. I’ll just change quickly.”

“Oh okay.” He sighs playfully, and I grimace reading exactly what’s on his mind. This pervert does get on my nerve sometimes.

“Turn around. Don’t look.” I order, waiting for him to turn around before I can proceed to change.

“Wa-“ He tries to argue but I cut him off shortly.

“Shut up. Turn around now!” I scowl at him.

He whines and murmurs to himself as he turns his back at me laboriously.

“Like I haven’t seen that before.” I hear him mutter next, making me irritated immediately. I quickly reach for the pillow from the bed and I throw it at his head angrily, reminded by the day when I was changing and he unexpectedly enters the room. God and he only know what he saw.

He yells an ouch, scratching the back of his head, but snickers after, his back still on me.

“There’s still another pillow right here, in case you’re wondering.” I warn him, now squeezing myself quickly in my tight jeans and eventually my shirt, to make sure he won’t be able to steal a glimpse of my bare body.

After grabbing our breakfast, Harry and I then head off outside the hotel with Tom, his road manager, to accompany us in the city. I hope today turns out good, though I am still apprehensive about it. What could actually happen with us today?

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Hello! Next update is next week.
Sorry it took so long. I am still busy,
and nervous because the big exam is
coming. I really pray that I’ll pass.
Oh God, help me.

 

Dedicated to CrazyMelody!
Thanks for your comments. Ilyssssm xx

 

Thank you for reading!!!

Love,
Glyz <3