Warmth all around me. I smiled and shifted in my hotel room bed. I opened my eyes to see Enola was still fast asleep on my arm. I turned on my side carefully. I didn't want to wake her yet. She didn't need to be up. I watched her sleep. An angel in my bed. I smirked to myself. A goddess in my bed. The more time I spent with her, speaking to her I fell more and more in love. She was amazing in every way. Not to mention, she couldn't get enough of being naked with me. I couldn't help but smile more as I thought of how we didn't even make it into the bed until well after three in the morning. Even then we didn't sleep. We stayed awake talking like we did when we were in Italy. Enola spent the wee hours of the morning explaining to me all of the reasons her shelter photo essay didn't win. She was infuriated that it was deemed too controversial for the contest. She was pleased that many people came up to her asking how they could help the people she photographed. I thought that counted as a win. She wanted to win to get the money so she could donate it to the shelter. She was an amazing woman. Enola had the purest of intentions with her photo essay. I was disappointed she didn't get the outcome she had wanted.
I turned my head when I heard the main door to the hotel room open. I blushed even though I was basically alone. Mine and Enola's clothes were still strewn across the entry to the room. I blushed a brighter red realizing Enola's underwear, sexy and skimpy underwear were in plain view. The guys didn't need to see any of that. Those were for me. There was a soft knock on the bedroom door before it opened. I quickly covered Enola up to her neck. The guys also didn't need to see any part of her naked.
"Hey, H. Need you to get up bud." Dale smiled warmly at me. I looked at him confused. HE chuckled, "You've got some radio interviews this morning. Get up." I nodded and shooed him from my room. I bit my lip and tried to pull my arm from underneath Enola. She needed more sleep. But I failed miserably. Enola whimpered and snuggled closer to me.
"Don't get out of this bed, Mr. Styles." She whined, wrapping her arms around me.
I kissed her crazy hair gently, "I have to, baby. I have to go do an interview. I'll be back before you know it. Go back to sleep."
She shook her head and gazed up at me, "Just stay with me."
"You're going to be here for ten days." I teased using her own words against her. "We'll have plenty of time to make love." I whispered.
She shook her head, "That's not why I want you to stay. I missed holding you. I just wanna lay here and look at you." Enola stroked my cheek lightly with her thumb. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her tenderly.
"When I get back, I promise, we'll just cuddle like this until we have to go to the venue."I assured her. She still appeared disappointed but she agreed anyway. Enola let me out of the bed without another word. I scurried around the room trying to dress myself. As I dug through my suitcase, I started cursing.
"What's wrong, baby?" Enola inquired sitting up. She pressed her naked chest to my now clothed back.
"I've run out of clean socks." I answered genuinely distraught.
"I can go get you some new ones while you're doing your interview." She offered shyly.
I shook my head, "No, it's okay. I can ask someone else to do it. We've got people who do that."
Enola smiled, "I know you probably do but I want to. I'll go get them. Just tell me where to go and what size." She kissed my shoulder gently, giving me puppy dog eyes.
I nodded, "Okay." It was a strange feeling. I mean it was just something simple but I felt like something was changing between us all of a sudden.
"Is there anything else you need? Underwear? Pants? Shirts?" She asked sweetly.
I blushed a bit and nodded, "All of those things."
She giggled, "Finished getting dressed then make me a list with sizes and where you want them from." I agreed to her plan. It was funny. It was a completely mundane thing to do, but I felt like it was a sign that she really loved me. Wasn't that love? Taking care of someone?
I handed Enola a piece of paper. She smiled as she looked it over. I had written down all of the things I needed with the sizes and shops I preferred.
"Is this all?" She giggled. It was kind of a big list. I nodded shyly. "Alright. We'll see who gets back first." Enola kissed my cheek lightly then picked up her purse. "Bye Dale. Take care of my baby." Enola called back as she walked toward the door.
"Wait, baby!" I shouted, stopping her from leaving. She turned back to me with curious eyes. "Here." I said pulling out my wallet. I then handed her two of my credit cards.
"Oh Harry, don't. It's okay." Enola said holding her hand up.
"Baby, take them. I'm asking for a lot of stuff." I pushed them at her again. She huffed and took them. She slid them into her purse begrudgingly. I smirked and pulled her close. "Buy something sexy." I whispered in her ear.
She giggled, "You want a silk man thong?" I laughed myself, but only for a moment.
"Not for me to wear." I winked. She blushed and rolled her eyes. "I'm serious. Get something you like." Enola kissed my lips teasingly before walking out the door. I shook my head and turned to Dale. I forgot he had been standing there. "What?" I asked seeing his smirking mug.
"You're cute with her. It's nice to see." Dale answered.
The interviews had been over for a good while. Enola had texted me telling me she was having a hard time finding my clothes in the right sizes so she was going to be longer than expected. I sighed heavily and got up from Paul's sofa.
"Paul, I'm going to nap before Enola gets back. She'll make sure I'm up in time to go to the venue." Paul gave a single nod then let me walk out of his hotel room. As I entered the hall, I heard the rest of the boys chatting near my door.
"Louis, you have to tell him." Zayn whispered harshly.
"You are going to tell him, right?" Liam sounded a bit upset with Louis.
"Louis, how do you think Harry will react when he's told?" Niall inquired nervously. Louis shrugged with worried eyes.
"What am I reacting to?" I asked coming up behind the boys. They all looked extremely startled. "Seriously, what's going on?" I inquired folding my arms over my chest.
"Harry, we need to talk about Enola." Louis stated calmly.
"Louis, I don't really want to talk more about how she is shady because you don't like her." I sighed heavily.
"No, Harry. It is shady." Zayn backed Louis up.
"Let’s go into your room." Louis said pushing past me to the door. I watched after him with curiosity. "Come on." Louis beckoned me to the room. I opened the door with ease, letting the boys walk in before me. I was happy I had cleaned up. They really didn't need to see her undergarments.
"Alright, talk about things you've got no evidence of. She's not shady Louis. You just don't need to know all of her business." I tried to keep my temper in control.
"Harry, we wouldn't be having this conversation if I didn't have proof of anything." Louis sounded just as mad at me. I motioned for him to go on with his story. "Harry, how well do you know her? I mean really."
"Very well. Like inside and out well. Why?" I inquired folding my arms over my chest.
"Do you know her full name?" Louis asked sharply.
I laughed, "Yeah. Enola Moon Grace-Gunther."
"Do you know where the hyphen in her name comes from?" Louis was talking to me like I was stupid.
"Her dad." I was sick of his questions. "Will you get to the point?" Louis sighed heavily and nodded. The words that fell out of his mouth next, I couldn't take seriously. "Be kind. Rewind." Louis repeated himself. I cracked up laughing. "Come on Louis. You're really good at being a jokester but this is ridiculous." I nearly snapped at him.
"No. He's not, Harry." Liam grunted at me. I stared at Louis in utter shock and disbelief.
Oh no! What's going on?! So the next chapter is obviously a big one. What is Louis going to tell Harry? How is Harry going to take it? What will happen with Enola? Big questions.