two | h.s. - t.c.

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and i was right, my slow steps allowed everyone to leave without me. i let out a sigh of relief as i began to walk to the end of the sidewalk, passing by people as i felt the sun on my skin. the hotel wasn't that far from here, and i contemplated whether i should commit to the walk or just give in and call an uber or something.

fuck it, i'll just walk
the sun began to set now, making the view pretty around me.

as soon as i arrived to the hotel lobby i gave the receptionist my name, and in return she gave me a keycard with my room number

it read 1216, and i held onto it tightly as i entered the elevator alone. i felt tired as it began to move upwards, i didn't sleep last night because of how nervous i was for soundcheck today. entering the hall of my room, i heard some mumbles behind the room across from mine, not thinking much of it until i saw who the opened door revealed.

emily, leaving the room to reveal harry standing at the door.

it seemed pretty obvious as to why she was just in there, his hair was all messy and she had a smirk on her face before she spotted me.

"oh-hey um," i looked down at her bag that i had over my shoulder, "your bag." i said with a small smile as i held it out in front of her.

she seemed surprised by my presence, raising her eyebrows as she accepted her bag from me "oh my god i totally forgot about that—thank you!"

i nodded in response as she hurried away, leaving harry and i alone as he stared me down while standing at his door. awkwardly, i turned around to face my door, slipping my keycard in.

"you seem upset." harry said, breaking the silence.

i turned around, confused, "upset?" i questioned. why would i be upset to see him and emily together, though she did say she liked timothée, but whatever.

so i wasn't allowed to wave at him but she could do things with him in his hotel room?

"soundcheck," he said, causing me to feel like an idot, "felt like i scared you." he finished as he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

i shook my head, "you didn't." hoping i'd finish the conversation as i turned back around. i heard him let out a small laugh while i removed my keycard, slipping it into the door handle again to reveal a small green light.

"how will i know you won't be running that pretty mouth of yours about what you just saw?" i heard him say as i finally opened my door. i raised my eyebrows, stepping into my room.

i kept my cool, forming a straight face when i turned around to face him.

"i have better things to do." i stated with a nod, "and quite honestly, i don't really care."

he nodded slowly as i spoke, biting his bottom lip as he watched me close my door. i took note to not trust emily or kayla, they obviously don't want me to know how things run over here.

what i said was true, i don't care about him or who he messes around with. i now stood in a luxurious hotel room, what was there to complain about? men were the last thing on my mind, and i wanted to make that clear to everyone here.

i reset my mind as i entered the spacious shower, the wall all glass that allowed you to see into my room. the refreshing hot water hit my body, washing away all possible mistakes i might've made today.

whether that be the volume of my mic, trusting the girls, or talking back to harry when i told myself i wouldn't.

the large bed felt like heaven as i laid my damp hair onto the soft pillows, allowing my body to relax as i cuddled into the white covers. it wasn't long before my eyes became heavy, drifting off into what felt like a deep sleep.

that was the last thing i remembered before suddenly awakening to knocks on my door, causing me to quickly sit up while my eyes remained glued shut. reaching for my phone on the charger, i annoyingly unplugged it to see that the time read 1:36 AM.

who the hell is at my door this late?

swinging my feet over the tall bed, i slipped the hotel slippers on before lazily walking to the door, hearing another set of softer knocks. looking at the mirror to my left, i tucked the loose pieces of my hair behind my ears before opening the door.

"my god, are you usually this slow?" timothee said before looking down at the pajamas i wore.

he exhaled smoke from his lips, causing me to notice the cigarette he held in his right hand. "go wear something nice for me new girl, we're leaving." he stated.