The Misfits

"Come on girls! They’ll have just left the stadium!" Max yelled as we sprinted into the hotel.

Eleanor, Sophia, Mackenzie and I had arrived in Detroit less than an hour ago and as soon as we had stepped off the plane one of the boy’s bodyguards, Max, was whisking us away to the hotel where the guys were staying. We were exhausted. The hour long flight to Ireland had been nothing compared to the eight hours we had just endured. I had briefly wondered if this is how the boys always felt.

“This is going to be great!” giggled Mackenzie as we ran onto an open elevator.

Eleanor and I practically collapsed from exhaustion, breathing heavily and leaning on the rail for support. Max laughed at our appearance and scanned a card to allow us access to the top levels. He was bald man with a grin the seemed to be permanently plastered onto his face, which would not be intimidating if it weren’t for the shear size of him.

As the elevator began to move he looked at his watch and told us the plan. “They boys will be in the car now. Paul’s gonna tell them we have a meeting so you girls got about five minutes to decide how you’re gonna surprise them.”

Mackenzie and I weren't the only ones to surprise our guys; Sophia and Eleanor had told the boys they would be getting in tomorrow rather than tonight. The girls and I exchanged excited glances as my adrenaline kicked in. We had already figured out how we were going to shock them on the long flight here. As we arrived on the floor I became giddy with excitement. Max scanned another card and we entered a large suite.

“Just got a text from Paul, they’re about a block away,” Max informed us.

“Okay Lia, Kenz hide in the closet!” giggled Eleanor excitedly. Mackenzie and I ducked into the large closet near the door as Eleanor and Sophia shut us in. “Remember, don’t make a sound!”

“Entering the hotel,” I heard Max say.

Sophia and Eleanor let out excited screams as Mackenzie and I gripped each other’s hands tightly. I could not wait to see their faces.

“My heart is hammering,” Mackenzie whispered. A crack in the door illuminated part of her face, displaying her elated expression.

“Same.” I breathed back, feeling like my own heart would leap out of my chest from anticipation. A second later we both flinched as we heard the main door to the suite open.

“—it’s like eleven, can’t we do this tomorrow?” asked Louis’s voice I think.

“I figured ya wouldn’t want te wait,” replied my dad gruff voice.

“Meetings can always wait.”

“Not this ‘un.”

“Why no—”

“SURPRISE!”

“OH SHIT!”

“ELEANOR! SOPHIA!”

“When did you get here?”

“How have you been loves?”

The voices became indecipherable as I’m sure hugs and kisses were exchanged. Mackenzie was gripping my hand so tight I thought it might fall off. She did a silent jig nearly causing me to burst out loud and blow our cover. Then they grew quieter as the group settled down and began talking. The boys asked how the flight was, and about their families. At one point Harry mentioned my name and I felt Mackenzie squeeze my hand and it took all I had not to laugh again.

Their conversation seemed to drag on forever while Mackenzie and I stood frozen in the closet. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest and I hoped they wouldn’t hear us breathing, but the boys were completely oblivious.

My mind wandered to Harry and I tried to imagine what he looked like at this moment. No doubt his hair was longer than ever having been away for over a month. I heard his laugh and felt a smile make its way onto my face.

“Oh it’s in my purse! Harry, would you mind fetching it? It’s in the closet there,” I heard Eleanor say. Mackenzie clenched my hand harder as we shuffled silently into position.

“Why is it in the closet?” Harry groaned. I heard the clasp click as the door began to slowly slide open.

“BOO!” Mackenzie and I yelled at the same time.

“AHHHH!” screamed Harry, jumping back and hitting the wall, reflexively hunching his shoulders.

“WHA?”

“Harry!”

“What the fuck is going on?”

Mackenzie and I burst into a fit of giggles and as Harry realized what had happened his face broke into a smile. “YOU LITTLE—”

But I cut him off by jumping out of the closet and into his arms. He let out a laugh in disbelief and hugged me to tight I thought I would break. I nearly kissed him, only to remember my father was standing in the room watching us. He must have realized too for he released me immediately.

“THALIA? KENZIE?”

“NO FUCKING WAY!”

The boys began screaming and I quickly turned to hug them as well. They were all smiling like idiots and don’t think I had ever seen them so happy.

“Why are you crying?” Louis laughed as I hugged him.

“I’m not crying,” I said, wiping away the tears that were streaming down my face. “I’m l-laughing! D-did you see his f-face?”

I felt Harry’s strong arms wrap around my waist, keeping me up right and sending shivers down my spine. It was hard to believe this was real and that I was wrapped in his arms once again.

“Alright ya idiots. You lot might not be tired, but I sure as hell am,” chuckled my dad. “We’re leavin’ at 5am sharp fer da plane. That means bags packed an’ yer butts in da car. Got it?”

“Yes sir.” Chimed the boys. My dad turned to me, his expression softening. I ran over and hugged him tightly.

“Goodnight daddy,” I said before giving him a peck on the cheek and returning to Harry’s arms. We headed over to Liam’s room across the hall to chat for a bit, every one of us too excited to sleep. As large as the rooms were, there still wasn’t a seat for everyone so Harry, Niall, Mackenzie and I took to the floor. With Harry as my backrest I settled down comfortably.

“I can’t believe you were in the closet the whole time,” laughed Louis, continuing the previous conversation.

“I never knew you two could be so quiet,” joked Liam. I stuck my tongue out at him and felt Harry pinch my side in response. I wiggled down further against his chest and said, “We done good Kenz.”

“We officially scared the shit out of One Direction,” she agreed, giving me a high-five.
“Hey now. You successfully scared the shit out of Harry but—”

“Oh no you don’t Louis!” Eleanor laughed. “I saw your face! All of you were terrified. It was brilliant.”

“I thought you were some fan who had snuck in!”

“We are some fans who snuck in.”

“Did anyone get a video?” I asked curiously. “Maeve wanted to see your reactions.”

“I did!” cried Sophia. A second later Liam had pinned her to the bed and was attempting to get her phone away from her. She let out a shriek and yelled, “Ah! Get off you brute! I’ve already sent it, you’re too late!”

“I can see the headlines already…” I said, looking off into the distance for effect as Sophia laughed at Liam’s reaction. “One Direction shit thieir pants as—AH!"

Harry pinched my side again causing me to cry out. He then pulled me into a bear hug as the girls and I burst into a fit of evil laugh.

“You lot are pure evil,” Liam groaned.

“Devil’s spawn,” added Louis.

Mackenzie let out an evil laugh in response, sounding like a malicious chipmunk and causing us all to break into a fit of giggles. After we settled down the boys began telling us about their tour, sharing a handful of hilarious stories and causing me to nearly die of laughter. My face ached from the constant smile I wore.

An hour later the jet leg was beginning to catch up with me and I leant back to use Harry as my pillow. The heat radiating off of his body paired with his steady breathing was enough to ease me into a light sleep. My only disturbance was Mackenzie moving to rest her had on my lap, while stretching out her legs across Niall. I let out a chuckle and began playing with her hair as Harry drew circles on my skin. I began to drift off again with the voices of my friends lulling me to sleep.

“Come on love,” I heard Harry whisper in my ear. Letting out a yawn, I sat up slowly to see the others getting up as well. “Do you have your key Tootles?”

“Mhm.” I nodded. Then I turned to Kenzie. “Kenz?”

But she was already asleep in Niall’s arms as he carried her bridal style. I let out a giggle as he shot me a wink. Harry’s arms found their way around my waist once more as we headed out of the room.

"See you all tomorrow!" Beamed Sophia, "try to get a bit of sleep at least, El and I are taking you girls out tomorrow!"

"New York here we come!" Eleanor cheered as Louis pulled her into their room.

I rolled my eyes and took a step towards Mackenzie’s room and mine but was immediately halted.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Harry whispered in my ear, pulling me back to his side.

“Harry if my dad catches us—”

“He won’t. I promise.”

He kissed my temple and a second later I was being lifted into the air, his arm wrapped around my waist as he carried me one handed into his room. Damn he was strong.

“A little eager are we?” I laughed as soon as he set me down.

“How could you tell?”

His lips were on mine before I could answer, sending sparks though my body and numbing my brain. It was slow but passionate as if we were both trying to confirm the other was real. Over a month had passed since we had seen each other and I was relishing every second of it. His hands moved to my waist as mine found his curls. With a step forward he closed the gap between us.

“I missed you,” he whispered as I moved my kisses to his neck and up under his ear. “You have no idea how happy I was to see you in that closet.”

I pulled back and gave him a smirk. “Even though I scared you shitless?”

“Even though you scared me shitless,” he nodded, giving me another kiss. I stepped on his toes and he began walking us further into the room. As my legs hit the edge of the bed he lowered the two of us down gracefully. I flipped us over and paused so I was hovering above him.

“Did you really think I wasn’t going to come?”

“You were pretty convincing.”

I kissed him once, failing at keeping the proud smile from my face. “I would say I’m sorry I tricked you but…I’m not.”

I stood up and stepped back causing him to prop himself up on his elbows with a confused frown appearing on his beautiful face. Slowly, I lifted my shirt off, watching him as he scanned my body. As I slid my pants down he bit his lip, nearly making me laugh.

“Fuck Thalia,” he breathed as I unhooked my bra. But apparently I was going to slow for he pulled me closer to free me from my panties before growling, “Are you enjoying yourself? Because you’re killing me.”

I let out a dramatic sigh before pushing him back down onto the bed, failing at hiding my smile. “Patience Harold…patience.”

I straddled his waist before unbuttoning his already half undone t-shirt and began a light trail of kisses down his torso, being sure to catch every one of his tattoos. His breathing became heavier and he fumbled with his belt and pants.

“Patience?” He whispered, flipping us back over so I was pinned beneath him. His hands gently caressed my body and set fire to my skin. “How can I have patience when you’re so fucking beautiful?”

“So suave,” I replied in between kisses.

“So cheeky.” He nearly laughed before pulling me into a deep kiss. His knee separated my legs as he trailed his kissed down my neck. “How can I have patience when you do this to me?”

He grinded his hips against mine causing me to gasp. He gave me a triumphant smile before rolling his hips against mine once more. God damn I missed this boy.

“I’m sorry I got you all hot and bothered,” I whispered, by breath hitching as he slid two fingers into me. My back arched and I let out a moan in pleasure.

“No you’re not,” he growled. Holy fuck he was hot. He lowered his head and began kissing my breast as another faint moan escaped my lips. My legs spreading wider as my heart rate climbed. It had been too long since I felt his touch and if he didn’t stop soon I was going to loose it.

“Harry,” I whispered weakly.

“Now who’s all hot and bothered,” he chuckled, removing his fingers and kissing me deeply.

“I hate you.”

He laughed as he moved over me. “I thought you loved me?”

“I do.”

“Wait…” he paused, looking lost.

I pulled him into a kiss before allowing myself to admit what I had known for a while now. “I love you Harry Styles.”

Our lips collided passionately before he lowered himself onto me. We both gasped as he slid into me, breathing heavily at the sensation. Slowly, he began moving. He felt amazing. My hands roamed his body, dragging across his skin in attempt to pull him closer.

Needing something to hold onto my hands found his hair and I began gently fisting his curls. With a moan his kisses grew deeper and his pace quickened. He thrust again and again, making sure I felt every inch. I felt the familiar build up below my stomach, but I was determined to hold it out as long as possible. I hooked my leg around him causing us both to moan at the new angle.

“Fuck!” he groaned. I silenced him with kisses as the rhythm increased. His hand moved to my clit and I lost the little control I had.

I was in pure ecstasy as he began to slow his pace, reaching his high as well. Waves of pleasure filled my body as we rode out our high. After we had finished we both stared at each other, breathing hard.

“Did you mean that?” He whispered.

“Yes.”

He let out a laugh in relief before rolling onto his back. I moved so I was resting my head on his chest with his heartbeat thumping in my ear. He raised a fist in triumph and whispered, “finally.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I love you too Thalia,” he said, pulling me close and kissing me gently. “You have no idea.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“So, does this mean we’re in a relationship now?” he mused, a wicked little grin on his face. I froze.

“One step at a time there Harold.”

“What!” he whisper yelled. He turned so he was facing me, our noses inches apart. My hand rested on his waist while his found my bum and pulled me closer. “Why not?”

“Because—”

“Cause nothing. You want to know what would change if we said we were dating? Nothing. We would text as much as we do already. Talk on the phone the same way. Have sex the same way—”

“Alright, alright! You’ve made your point.” I laughed.

It dawned on me that he was right. The only difference would be that people knew about it. Going official could bring hate from the fans…but wasn’t I already getting that anyway? The only real difference would be that my parents would know.

Harry remained silent next to me. Though the dim light I could see him watching me, his eyes like a puppy’s. He was patiently waiting for me to make up my mind.

“Okay,” I whispered. He froze.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Cause if you’re not—”

“Harry Styles are you trying to make me change my mind?”

“No,” he smiled before pulling me into a deep kiss. “Would you do me a favor?”

“What would you like?”

“Pinch me.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I can’t tell if this is real or just a dream.”

Cheeseball. I leaned in and kissed him gently. “Don’t worry Harry, it’s real.”

Notes

Does anyone else pretend they're Thalia or is it just me?