Violet’s POV
Damn it! I should’ve known he’d be wearing practically nothing; actually, I’m just a little surprised he didn’t answer the door completely naked! Haha. I hold back from laughing at the thought and smile at him, “I just thought I’d give you your jacket back.” I say taking off the blazer.
“Thank you.” He says taking it from my now outstretched hand. He smiles and my heart stops, “uhm, would uh, you like to come in? I mean if you aren’t too tired.”
“Uhh…well it’s a little late, and it’s been a long day. I’m sure you and the boys are going to be busy too tomorrow so I shouldn’t keep you up…” I find myself saying. What the fuck is wrong with my mouth? Harry Styles is inviting you into his hotel room; one does not simply reject Harry Styles.
“Please?” He says as I melt inside due to the deepness and sexiness of his voice. Stay…Calm…Stay…Calm.
“Okay.” I say walking in. So I caved, whatever. It’s Harry fucking Styles. I turn around, “I shouldn’t stay too long. Niall was going to go to bed and I forgot to ask for the room to get back in, and I’d really hate to wake him up, he’s threatened to kill people that wake him up before ya know…” I find myself lamely saying. That really sounded better in my head.
Harry smiles and walks over to the table that was against the wall, shifts through some papers, and then shows me a room key. “This is Niall’s room key, so you can use this one, we all have key’s to each other’s room.”
So it’s easier to fuck each other…cool! I say in my head, God, I need to behave myself around the boys. I am a true Directioner, it’s insane, and I’ve lost my sanity! I’m a firm believer that all bromances are real or at the very least, that Larry is real, and Eleanor’s just a cover. And just like all the other Directioners, if we date one of the boys, we wouldn’t be mad if he cheated on us with his lover. In fact, I think we’d encourage it, not that we don’t already encourage the bromances already, I mean have you seen Tumblr?! But never mind, back to topic on hand.
I’m in Harry Styles hotel room, and he’s just wearing really tight fitting boxers that give a good outline of his ‘total deal’ Wait, is he talking? Focus! You’re 21 years old, not 15! You are going to act your age that shows off appropriate maturity too. However…It’s…Crap, he’s staring at me as if he’s expecting to answer him.
I feel my cheeks go hot, “Sorry…Can you repeat that? I kind of zoned out for a minute…or two.”
He chuckles as he sits on the bed, “You had a jumper er…a sweater as you American’s call them, on at the signing earlier today, but when we found you later, you didn’t have it. What happened?”
HE NOTICED WHAT I WAS WEARING?! I scream in my head.
I take a deep a breath and let it out slowly, “Yeah, It was actually my friends, she took it back when she left…along with most of my stuff. Oh and I’m not American.” I say as I sit next to him.
“Ohh, sorry…I just assumed…but yeah, nice friend you got there.” He says
I shrug, “She’s not really a friend, I guess, we have a couple classes together. The only reason we got along was because we were both interested in One Direction.”
“Really? That’s cool.” He says sounding impressed.
I laugh, “You sound so impressed…”
“I am…a little…I mean; the fact that me and the boys can bring people together and make them friends is pretty cool.” He says grinning like an idiot.
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than this means that…?
