"What are we doing here?" Harry asked catching his breath.
"I didn't help set up the auction." She said pulling on the door.
"It's locked." Harry said.
Shayla pulled a bobby pin from her hair, then began to pick the lock.
"That's not going to work."
"Oh no?" She said opening to the door and walking in.
"I've got to say." He said. "You are probably one of the most interesting people I've ever met."
"Thanks. I used to work for British Intelligence." She said moving around some paintings.
"Really?"
"No but I'm sneaky and a good liar." She said with a smirk, passing him a painting.
"I wouldn't doubt it for a second." He said hanging a painting on the wall beside the others.
"Does that look good?" She asked.
"Brilliant." He said admiring her work.
"Thank for the help."
"Do you want to get breakfast?" He asked.
"I'm in my pajamas."
"So am I." He said pointing to his hoodie and pajama pants.
"Alright."
They went up a floor to the buffet. They got in line and gazed over all the food.
"Oh my gosh." Shayla said putting some eggs on her plate.
"What?"
"I don't normally eat breakfast so this is crazy."
"Why?"
"I just forget." They took a seat with their food.
"Louis was being so annoying this morning."
"Isn't he always?" She laughed taking a bite of eggs.
"Usally."
They laughed.
"No but he actually a good guy." He said.
"Yeah." She said
"So how's life back home?"
Shayla gave him a weird look.
"Was that an odd question?" He asked.
"No..."
"Well?"
"Good."
"Good?"
"Good."
"That's it?" Seems like your hiding something from me." He said with a slight smile.
"I'm not. I just, you know, live alone, making art all day."
"How's your life back home?"
"I don't get to be home that much."
"Why not?"
"You don't have to keep up the act."
"What are you talking about?"
"Zayn told me that you knew last night."
"Oh." She said looking down at her empty plate.
"It's ok you know." He said sweetly. Shayla looked up. "It's fine." He smiled.
"You're not mad."
"No."
"Really?"
"I feel like you show who you are. Who you really are. And I like that."
She blushed. "Thanks. If I'm being honest I felt pretty bad about it."
"Don't worry." He said still smiling.
They got up from the table. They slowly made there way back up to their room. When they got to the door. Shayla turned to Harry, "Thank you for helping and thanks for not being mad at me."
"No promblem." He said taking a step closer.
Shayla looked away then looked back, "You know what?"
"What?"
Shayla didn't say anything but pressed her lips againt his for a brief second. "Goodnight." She said with a smirk. "But don't tell."
"It's our secret." He said before opening the door.
"Where were you two?" Niall asked.
"I forgot to help Cory set up for the auction." She said going up stairs.
Once she was upstairs Louis turns to Liam, "So what were you and Shay doing on the balcony?" He said teasing him.
"Well we were sleeping until you woke us up." Liam said with a raised eyebrow.
"Sleeping." He repeated doing a pelvic thrust.
"You're gross." He said getting up off the couch.
"And your lucky." He said getting up and following him in to the kitchen with Niall.
"I'm lucky am I?" He said pouring him a glass of water.
"I'm just saying."
"You know I can hear you guys upstairs." Shay said coming down the stairs now not in her pajamas.
Neither Louis or Liam said anything.
"Do you want to go get some breakfast?" Niall asked breaking the silence.
"Well I just ate so you, Louis, Zayn and Liam should go get breakfast."
"What about Harry?" Niall asked.
"Oh, I already ate." Harry spoke up.
"Well I'm off." Shay said grabbing her room key.
"Where are you going?" Louis asked.
"I'm not sure." She said closing the door behind her.
The boys went down to the buffet for breakfast. And Shay walked around inside the boat, while she was browsing the liberary she bumped in to Cory.
"Shayla. Just who I was looking for." He said in a slight panic.
"Hi."
"Someone moved around your paintings."
"I know."
"You know?"
"Yeah, I was the one who did it."
"Um...Ok.."
"It's cool I've got it."
"How did you get in? It was locked."
"Bobby pin." She said picking a book up off the shelf, laughed, then put it back on the shelf.
"What was that?" Cory asked with a weird look on his face.
"I don't read." She laughed leaving the liberary.