^for future reference:)
(also the girl in the picture is not supposed to look like/be olivia, im simply using the picture because of the setting) enjoy!
-
The rest of the day was spent avoiding Harry and walking through the streets of Lancaster, a beautiful city in Pennsylvania. I went out to lunch and got coffee, and actually did some shopping. I only got a couple pairs of tshirts, but it was still a successful trip. Plus, I only got noticed twice, which is much different from in New York. I can barely walk the streets in New York.
I didn't bother asking Harry if he wanted to come with me because of our last interaction. I needed some time alone and to gather my thoughts, or to just stay sane. I've also been contemplating what to do with this Dylan situation.
I know I should probably tell him what's happening, and honestly I don't know why I'm not doing it. I guess I am nervous he's- No, I know he's going to get mad. Which is why I am avoiding it. Even thought he has no right to be upset with me, I can make my own decisions.
Anyways, now it's about 7 at night, and I am in my hotel room, alone, watching Keeping Up With the Kardashians. Embarrassing, right?
I haven't talked to Harry, and I am really nervous to. I always avoid awkward situations, no matter what. So I am definitely not going to be the first one to say something. Plus, he's probably with a girl right now anyways.
My thoughts are interrupted when I hear a knocking on my door. Room service.
I quickly jump out of my bed and leap to the door, standing on my tippy toes to look through the hole first to check and see who it is. Seeing it's just the room service guy, I open the door and greet him with a smile.
"Miss.Thomson?" He asks. He had a whole cart of food on display, definitely way too much for me.
"That's me." I smile, opening the door more and stepping to the side, gesturing for him to come in.
He steps in and slides the cart to the edge of the bed. I follow him in the room and sit in front of where he placed the cart.
"Thank you. How much do I owe you?" I ask, reaching over to grab my purse from my nightstand.
"Thirty-eight dollars and seventy-five cents." He says, folding his arms behind his back. Right as I was about to grab the money out of my wallet, I hear a familiar voice from outside the doorway.
"Who's this?" I hear. I immediately shoot my head up to see Harry standing in the doorway. He was leant against the side of the door, his left leg crossed over his right one and his arms crossed over his chest. His hair was wet and he was wearing his normal black shirt and black jeans. He must've just taken a shower.
"Room service." I say, forming my lips into a line and nodding.
"Ah. Here I got it." he says, walking over to us and reaching into his back pocket to reveal a one hundred dollar bill.
He grabs the mans hand and opens it up, placing the bill into it.
"Sir I-"
"Keep the change." Harry interrupts him while sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Thank you." The man says, before giving me a nod and walking out of the room.
"You didn't really have to pay-"
"Yeah, well I was hungry." He interrupts before grabbing the edge of the chair that was in the desk and dragging it over to the other side of the cart. He sits down in the chair and starts to take the lid off of all the food.
"Oh- um. Well I guess you can have some-"
"I paid for it didn't I?" He says, looking up at me before grabbing a fork and a knife, starting to cut into his food.
"Well, I tried to tell you you didn't have to but you wouldn't listen." I say while grabbing my fork and knife and cutting into my food.
He hums response before taking a bite of his food and staring at me while doing it. Weird.
I break eye contact and look down at my own food. The tension in this room was making me very uncomfortable.
"So- what time are we leaving tomorrow?" I ask trying to break the awkward silence in the room.
"Lets go up on the roof." He says, not answering my previous question. It took me by surprise, and I widen my eyes in response.
I assumed he was joking, but he kept a straight face, just staring at me.
The fuck?
He just came in here, uninvited, paid for my food, proceeded to eat my food, and then interrupts me by telling me he wants to go up to the roof. What does he want to do? Kill me?
"Ok." I say in response, setting my fork and knife down before standing up abruptly.
I don't know why he wants to go up there, and I don't know why I agreed on going up there with him, but I did.
Harry stands up too, walking over to the door. He opens it up and stands to the side, gesturing for me to walk through. He closes the door behind him and we both walk to the elevator doors in silence. He pushes the button and folds his arms behind his back, patiently waiting for the doors to open. Once they do, we both step in and stand side by side, watching the doors close.
"Why did you want to go up to the roof?" I ask him.
"Why'd you want to come up with me?" He turns the question around on me, smirking a little. Classy.
"Why not?" I say, turning the question back around on him.
He was about to respond, but is interrupted by the elevator doors sliding open. We step out, and are now in a stairwell that goes straight up to a large metal door.
I glance up at Harry for a quick second to see him with a straight look on his face, and before I know it he's making his way up the stairs. Two steps at a time. I follow behind him, but of course I can only go one step at a time, considering my legs are much shorter than his.
Once we reach the top of the stairs he stops and turns to face me. His back was to the door, and he was looking down on me.
"Let me borrow this." He says, before gently placing his right hand on my hip and pulling me close. Then he takes his other hand and reaches it behind my head, taking the hair clip that was being used to hold my hair up, and placing it between his teeth.
Holy shit.
I couldn't help but feel my heart race quicken and butterflies form in my stomach.
He then turns around and opens the large metal door. Immediately there was a fish of cool air blowing on me, causing my dress to slightly come up, and immediately I take my hands down to my sides and hold the dress in place.
Then, Harry steps out onto the roof and I follow him behind him. He takes the hair clip that I was just using, and places it on the ground in between the door and the frame, preventing the door from shutting.
I take in my surroundings; there were fairy lights hanging over us, and the view was incredible. We were in a small city, but it was still gorgeous. Surprisingly there was nobody else up here. I walk to the edge of the roof, and I can feel Harry's presence behind me.
"She wasn't very good." I hear Harry from behind me. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion about what he was talking about.
"What?"
"The red head. She asked me for another picture again after we had sex." He answers, coming up beside me so we were both looking out at the view.
I couldn't help but let out a laugh. That poor girl.
"Is that why you two were arguing?" I ask while still laughing.
"Yeah." Harry chuckles, shaking his head a little and looking down.
"You know- the first time I had sex, the guys condom was too big and it kept slipping off."
Harry then lets out a loud laugh, tilting his head back and smiling. I couldn't help but smile at the way he reacted.
"I wouldn't be surprised if the guy you're talking about is the same douchebag you're dating now." He says, still smiling and shaking his head.
"Hey!" I exclaim, shoving his arm and biting my lip to prevent myself from laughing at his joke.
"I'm just saying, from the way you've described this guy he sounds like he would have a small dick." He says.
"You've never met him. He's really not that bad." I defend Dylan, again.
"Then why haven't you called him?" His tone suddenly becomes much more serious, the conversation losing its playful joking matter.
"I have." I lie, looking down at my feet and tracing my left foot across the ground, it was a nervous habit.
"No you haven't." He says.
"How would you know? You've barely talked to me in the past day." I fire at him, sounding a bit more annoyed then I meant to sound.
"Because- you would've bailed on me by now if you have called him. Either that or he would've picked you up by now." He says, glancing over at me.
"Touché." I give in, looking back up at the view.
"So why haven't you called him?" He asks.
I shrug, "I don't know. Last time I talked to him about you he got all mad."
"Like I said, douchebag." Harry says.
It's quiet for a second before I hear the sound of a lighter flickering, and I look to my side to see Harry with a cigarette between his pink lips. How does he always to that so slyly?
He lights the cigarette and takes a sharp inhale of the cancerous drug, his cheeks hollowing as the smoke enters his lungs. I watch him in awe, the way his eyes squinted a little when he breathed in, the way his cheek bones became defined.
He catches me staring, "You want some?" he says, taking the cigarette out of between his lips and handing it to me.
"I've never smoked before." I say, staring at the white stick that was being held out in front of me.
"You probably won't really like it. But at least now if someone asks you if you want a cigarette, you'll have an excuse to say no." He reasons with me.
I hesitantly take the cigarette from his hand, and into my own. I glance up to him as I bring the end of the white stick to my mouth, sticking it between my teeth like he does.
"Just take a deep breath in, but not too deep. You don't want to take more than you can handle." He instructs me.
I do as he says, inhaling and immediately feeling the smoke quickly travel down my windpipe and into my lungs. I wasn't sure what to do, so out of reflex I take the cigarette out of my mouth and attempt to exhale out, but instead just coughing up a storm.
I cough uncontrollably, bringing my hand up to mouth and covering it. Eventually I catch my breath, looking back up at Harry.
"Gross." I say, handing him the cigarette and shaking my head.
"Now you can tell people you don't smoke because you just don't like it." He gives me a cheeky smile while taking the cigarette out of my hand and placing it back between his teeth.
"How do you do it so easily?" I watch him take a puff of the cigarette, holding the smoke inside of him for a couple seconds before blowing it out slowly.
"I've had lots of experience." He answers, looking down at me and smirking.
I nod and look back at the view in front of me. The sun had just gone down, and there were only a few stars out because it was pretty cloudy out.
"We should write a song about the stars." Harry suddenly speaks up. It took me by surprise that he was suggesting an idea for a song.
"Really?" I say, turning my head to look up at him.
"Mhm." He says. Something was telling me not to ask why. So, I don't.
"Ok." I nod in response, dropping the conversation and tilting my head up the sky, to look at the stars.
There were only two out, they were both extremely bright. Once was on the left side of the moon, and one was on the right.
"We'll call it Each Side of the Moon." I say, looking at the two stars alone in the sky.
"Ok." Harry says. He then looks back down at me, "C'mon, let's go back down."
I nod in response and follow him to the door that was still being propped open with my hair clip. Harry reaches down and grabs the clip, opening the door up, letting us both walk through and into the stairwell.
He shuts the door behind him, and I begin to walk down the stairs, but I am stopped when I feel his grasp on my wrist. He flips me around so my back is against the door. He hovers over me, looking down, making eye contact. My heart flutters at the change of distance between us, and I hated it. I hated that my pulse quickens and my palms become sweaty when he comes near me. I felt like a school girl with a stupid crush.
"Almost forgot." He says, nearly in a whisper because of the close proximity between us.
He then, once again, places one of his hands on my hip and pulls me close to him. Then, he takes his other hand and reaches it up to my hair, bunching it up into a pony tail and placing the clip in it. His fingers lightly graze the skin of my neck, causing me to get the chills.
He then lets go of me, a smug smirk plastered across his face.
-
ok im super proud of this chapter. anyways, don't forget to vote and comment! let me know how you're liking it so far :)
thank you! <3
edited: reading this chapter back it's actually lowkey shit LMAO. i promise y'all the writing gets better 🥲