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All Again

Chapter Twenty Four

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Becca

Then.

What the hell was going on?
As Harry shut the door, I ran to the door to try to listen, but the voices slowed and decreased in volume. It dawned on me that they were going in a hotel room, and out of the hall.
Jeez...what had me and Harry missed?
I headed back to Harry's bed and climbed in waiting.
I didn't know how long he was going to be, but it was obvious he needed to talk to the guys.
Maybe he would tell me what was going on later.
I sat back on the pillow. Harry had switched the TV to some mindless station and honestly I wasn't watching it all.
My mind was reeling over what could have gone wrong.
Zayn kept saying he was leaving and it had to be something serious because of how upset everyone was.
Everything at the show seemed fine.
So, I sat back and waited.
Ten minutes passed. Then, twenty.
Thirty minutes passed, then forty.
As it approached close to an hour, I started wondering if I should just go back to my room. It seemed quickly obvious Harry wouldn't be coming back to the room anytime soon.
I got up to gather my things but then the hotel door sprang open. It hit the wall loudly.
I looked up quickly as Harry charged in the room, and picked up his cell phone on the floor. The door slammed behind him.
He quickly-and angrily- punched in his passcode and started to scroll.
His green eyes were intense on the screen, and everything about him screamed that he was pissed.
His face was hard and he didn't even acknowledge my presence in the room.
After a few seconds he clenched his jaw, and then he suddenly threw his phone on the bed beside me. It rested inches from my leg. If it would have hit me, it would have hurt.
"Fucking bullshit." I heard him mumble under his breath. He reached in his hair and pulled his hair tie out, throwing it across the room. It hit the wall with a ping.
Woah.
I watched as he ran a hand through his hair and then over his face, deeply sighing.
The whole moment felt like an intrusion as I watched him. I was quite sure whatever he was feeling, was best in private.
I moved to the edge of the bed.
Should I say something?
Did I need to comfort him?
As I edged closer to him, he seemed to finally remember me.
As our eyes locked, it was swift and just as quickly he turned away.
"Sorry." He said curtly going over to the bag in his room. "I didn't mean to take so long."
He pulled out a giant water bottle and took a long swig. I studied the veins in his neck, before he threw that down too, hitting his bag with another ping.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yup." He said shortly. It was obvious he was not.
Stupid question Becca.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked gently.
"I don't." he said surprising me and sitting beside me. He gestured for me to return to my previous spot on the bed (before the intrusion) and I did.
With trepidation, I sat beside him.
He sighed in frustration and propped his legs up. Crossing his arms, he stared back at the TV. His eyes were still rigid and he was biting the inside of his cheek.
Whatever wanted to explode, he was keeping at bay- for the moment.
I figured maybe he needed to be alone. That way, he could properly let go of his emotions.
I made a move to leave. His eyes cut into me.
"What are you doing?" he asked instantly.
"Do you want me to leave?" I asked softly.
He sighed like I irritated him further and rolled his eyes. "Did I ask you to leave Becca?"
His hard tone instantly stung.
"No, but you seem like you need to be alone, or maybe-"
He cut me off.
"I'm fine." He said looking back at the TV. "Just give me a fucking minute."
I grew quiet.
Well then...
I fiddled with my rings apprehensive.
I didn't know what to do. A part of me felt like I was suppose to dig and comfort him, and the other felt like I needed to just leave him alone.
He started talking quietly.
"Remember when you asked me what I didn't like about being in a band," I turned to him as our eyes gently locked.
"Well this is it." he said. "This bullshit."
I swallowed, hesitant to ask my question, but he seemed to be opening up a bit.
"Did Zayn leave?" I asked fully facing him. "The tour?"
"Yup." He said simply.
"I'm sorry." I said.
He turned to me, running his eyes up and down my body and softened his glance.
"Just...come here?" he called gently.
I shifted, going over to him slowly.
He pulled me in his arms and kissed my forehead.
"I'm sorry....I don't want to talk about him anymore okay? I just want to relax."
"Okay." I said softly.
He said nothing more.
We remained in silence for the rest of the night. Harry didn't want to talk and I was too afraid to upset him. We both just watched the TV, lost in our own thoughts.
Eventually I dozed off in his arms
.
The next morning I was awoken by a knock on the door.
I didn't know the time, but I could tell it was early.
The TV was off, and I could feel Harry's arms wrapped around me from behind.
His warm breath was near my ear and his hand rested on my stomach. Behind me, I could feel his chest rising and falling.
It was a comforting feeling, waking up in his arms. For a moment, I contemplated snuggling closer into him, then felt the pull of my bladder and heard another knock. Coming to more consciousness, I also saw my phone flashing, alerting me to a text message on the bedside mantle.
We needed to get up.
"Just a minute." I called out softly to whoever was at the door.
Harry shifted behind me, but I could tell he didn't wake up.
I gently placed my hand over his and tried to remove it from my stomach.
He moaned softly and shifted again.
I attempted once more to move him and he pushed his face into my neck and squeezed me tighter.
I couldn't help but smile. By now I was aware he had to be awake or at least conscious enough to know what I was doing.
He wrapped his legs on top of me. Pinned, I wasn't going anywhere.
"Harry?" I called out.
I knew whoever was outside of the door, was waiting and probably growing impatient.
Harry remained silent.
"Harry, I have to get up." I said softly.
"Why?" he groaned.
"I need too." I whispered.
He grumbled some incoherent words into my neck, but finally allowed me to break free from him.
"Where are you going?"
Harry's voice was so thick and with his accent, I could barely understand him.
I turned around to face him, and his eyes were now open, but I could tell he was sleepy by his red eyes.
"Someone's at the door." I quickly explained and then, as if on cue, there was another knock but louder this time.
Harry immediately rolled over and flipped his covers back.
"What time is it?" I could hear him mumble but I didn't check.
As he stood, his hands went to his hair that was in a loose bun, ready to fall out. He pulled out his hair tie, and retied it, tightening the hair.
Then Harry stumbled to the door. It was clear that he hadn't gotten enough sleep from the events of last night.
He opened the door and leaned against it.
Through the slight crack I could see, it appeared to be management.
Harry confirmed my suspicions when he left the room and cracked the door behind him.
Gee, great. More news to make him upset.
I used the distraction and headed to the bathroom so I could pee and freshen up. He didn't need to see the wild beast that was Becca Johnson in the morning yet.
All of my supplies were in my room, but I splashed some water on my face and ate a supplied mint from the hotel that was sitting on the counter to try to squash any offensive breath.
I could hear Harry come back in the room and I opened the door.
Once more I could tell he was frustrated.
"Bad news?" I asked reading his expression.
He looked back at me and sighed. "Kind of. I'm sorry."
"What is it?" I asked.
"I have to go to work. I have meetings and rehearsals. Since Zayn left we need to rework some things and they want me downstairs by nine."
"What time is it now?" I asked finally looking for the clock on the bedroom mantle.
It was a little past seven.
I sighed, but I wasn't upset.
It just sucked because it was my last day.
Harry came over to me seemingly reading my mind.
"I know it sucks...but I'm going to try to leave out early. I know you leave tomorrow and I shouldn't have to deal with everything all day. Maybe we could grab dinner or something tonight?" he said hopeful.
I nodded and pushed away his concerns. "No Harry it's fine-"
"It's not fine." He said gently. "But there's nothing I can do."
"I know."
He smiled and caressed my cheek. "Thank you for being so understanding."
I gave him a soft smile.
"You can stay in here if you want," he offered backing away from me. "Run up my tab, piss 'em off a little." He said and winked.
"No I'll go back to my room." I said. "I don't feel comfortable being in here with all your stuff."
His face scrunched. "Why? It's not like I don't trust you."
"I know, but... You're paying for that room. I should stay in it some of the time ya know?" I reasoned softly.
Harry smiled and shook his head. "I don't understand you, but do whatever love."
He headed to the bathroom and closed the door.
I sat on the bed and waited for him, checking my phone.
Since I didn't charge it, it was at 20%.
I sent quick texts to family and friends and then checked the blogs. Since physically being with Harry, I hadn't felt the need to check in as much, but after the events of last night, I was curious to know what was going around.
By now, it was known that Zayn was on his way back to London and the fans didn't seem too happy.
I turned off my phone as Harry came out.
He had removed his sweatpants and was now just in his boxer briefs.
He moved through the room, completely unaware of the sexiness he oozed.
"You should probably order something for us to eat, so we can have breakfast together." He said.
I looked around for the menu as Harry threw on a pair of his black skinny jeans.
I grabbed the menu and he began to fiddle with a watch.
"What are you in the mood for?"
"Something light." He said.
I quickly listed off his 'light' options and he decided on cereal.
I turned to him.
"Don't you want something heavier?"
He shook his head no. "I'm sure they'll feed us, wherever the hell we're going."
His tone showed his irritation about the change in plans.
"Oh." I just said.
No need helping his attitude.
I decided to order waffles and Harry came over to me. By now, he was wearing a shirt as well.
He leaned down on the bed so he was hovering over me.
"Hey?" he called softly.
I looked back at him.
He reached over and kissed me slowly.
"Good Morning." He said a few seconds later. The infamous Harry smirk on full display.
I smiled widely. He could be absolutely adorable.
"Morning."
"How did you sleep?"
"Amazing. You?"
"Very good." He said and pushed himself off the bed. "I don't know what shampoo or perfume you use, but I could probably fall asleep to it every night. I couldn't get close enough." he said as if a second thought.
I chuckled. "Oh is that how we ended up spooning?"
He smiled and shrugged, his boyish grin keeping a spell on me.
"Well it wasn't mine. I used your stuff last night remember?"
"Yeah, but it definitely wasn't mine. You must just smell good naturally." He said and winked. "But, place the order love." He said softly. "I'll be right back."
I didn't know where he was going as he headed to the hotel door and left, but I did as he said. Our order was slated to be up in twenty minutes.
Since I had time, I decided to go to my room quickly and properly brush my teeth and change my clothes.
As I headed out to the hallway, I didn't see Harry.
I placed my keycard in my room and headed inside.
I hadn't spent any real time in my room, so the first thing I saw were my bags in the middle of the room
They were still barely unpacked.
The sheets had been made from my nap the previous day, but everything else remained untouched.
I shuffled through my things and found my toothbrush, face wash and hair products.
I headed to the bathroom.
Placing all my items on the counter, I quickly worked through my morning regime.
I brushed my teeth and began to wash my face when I heard a knock at my door. I already knew it was Harry.
I pat dried my face, and then opened the door.
When I opened it, his hands were above him and he was leaning against the archway, smiling.
"You don't listen to instructions well."
I smiled. "You didn't tell me not to leave."
He pushed off the door. "I told you I'd be back."
"Well I needed to freshen up." I said turning from him and heading into the bathroom. I could hear him close the door and follow me. He entered the bathroom, bypassing me and sat on the closed toilet seat.
"How long for the food?" he asked.
"Less than twenty." I said running a paddle brush through my hair.
Harry sighed gently and watched me.
"What?" I asked as our eyes met in the mirror.
"Nothing." he said but he was smiling widely to himself.
I sprayed some dry shampoo in my hair and he spoke.
"I really wish we could have spent the day together. I was really looking forward to the room service and sex thing."
I smiled back at him. His cheeky grin not leaving his face.
"Well maybe we can when you get back."
"Maybe." he said quietly and turned away from me. He looked straight ahead for a few moments, and seemed to focus on something in the corner. It didn't take me long to figure out he was now in deep thought. It was something I was growing use too. His mind was constantly going, weaving and turning on.
When he went away to that place, he was unreachable and I didn't take it personally that he seemed to forget I was in the room. He seemed to have a lot going on.
Still I worried about him sometimes. He always found his way out of it after a few minutes, but for those few moments, he was not relaxed and let whatever demons he hid, find him.
When he came back seconds later, he stood. "What time is your flight in the morning?" he asked me.
"One." I guessed.
He eventually came over to me and rested his head on my shoulder. His hand wrapped around my hips. "I'm going to go back to the room." he said quietly. "I'll see you in a bit."
I nodded and he kissed my cheek.
I gave a small smile and I could hear him leave the room.
Long after he was gone, he lingered. I could still feel his hands on my waist and smell his cinnamon cologne.
He seemed more romantic this morning and I wondered why.
Were things changing between us?
Granted, we were at least swapping spit and other bodily fluids now; but were things about to change? Was the gray area of the past few months finally coming to an end?
I quickly finished up so I could return to him. I sent a quick text to my Mom on the walk back to his room. As the days had progressed, my 'internship tale' had become easier to maintain and it was almost nothing for the lie to now spill into the phone.
When Harry opened his door seconds later, I was finishing the text.
When I looked up, I noticed our food was already in the room.
"Oh cool." I said walking past him.
Harry eventually came around me, lifting plates and handing me my food.
We sat on his couch, side by side and dug in.
We ate quietly and watched the TV in the room.
The waffles were good and he seemed to enjoy his cereal.
His phone buzzed on the mantle and he stood. It was a phone call this time.
He answered it quickly. "Hey Mum."
He shook his hair- in what I was learning was a common Harry trait- and flipped it before sitting on the bed.
I alternated my eyes between him and the TV.
It was quiet in the room except for Harry's voice and the TV that was on low, but it wasn't awkward. Me and Harry were settling into a comfort zone and it felt like we did this everyday.
I finished up my waffles and Harry continued his conversation with his mom. They were talking about the show and he was updating her about Zayn.
His voice was calmer now and the anger from last night had visibly subsided.
When the call started to become long and more personal, I gestured to return to my room for privacy and Harry quickly covered the phone.
"Sit down." he mouthed to me, pointing at the couch. He was grinning and playful and I did as he said.
Harry chuckled in the phone. "Okay well Mum, I'm going to have to call you back in a bit okay?"
She must have approved because Harry ended the call.
Then he turned to me and stood from the bed.
He came over to the couch and hovered over me again, trapping me in between his arms.
"Why are you always running from me?" he asked suddenly. His tone was still playful.
I looked back at his green eyes and dimple and warmed.
"I'm not. I just believe in respecting privacy." I said honestly.
He let his lips be a response, as he placed them gently aganist mine.
When he pulled away, he glanced at the clock.
"So Becca, we have a half hour..."
"M'hmm?"
He turned to me licking his lips. "What do you want to do?"
I wanted to kiss him and rip his clothes off but I was afraid to start something we probably wouldn't finish.
I looked behind him and gestured at the TV. "How about that?" I said. "It's already quite entertaining."
He didn't even turn around.
"Well that's fun." he muttered playfully in disappointment. He stood and I giggled.
He sat back beside me and picked up his half-eaten cereal bowl. He gave me a disapproving glance and stuck his tongue out.
"So what time do you think you'll return?" I asked, crossing my legs on the couch.
"I really don't know." he said. "Like I said, I'm going to try to get out of there as soon as I can. It's suppose to be our day off so..."
"Where is your next show?" I asked curiously.
"Manila. In like three days so...I get the rush but I don't." he said. "My management team does things so backwards."
His voice had a hint of exasperation.
"You don't like them?" I asked.
"I don't like their ways. They have helped make us very successful but some of their rules are too much. You know I've contemplated having private accounts on like Instagram or Twitter because I can't post everything I want?"
"Really?" I asked in surprise. I'd seen Liam's Twitter and Instagram and he seemed to have a lot of control over it. The hundreds of grammatical errors couldn't have been approved by management.
"Really." he just said simply. "I'm going to one day." he said as if it was a personal goal.
"And will that Harry Styles follow me?" I teased.
He smiled.
"I will follow you and even tweet you regularly." he said with a wide smile.
I grinned back and turned back to the TV.
After a while, they came for him and we had to say goodbye.
"Keep your phone near you." he warned before giving me a hug a half hour later.
I agreed and followed him out of the room.
"I'll be back soon. I promise." he said.
Before I could respond, he pulled me in his arms and gave me a gentle kiss before heading down the hall with the other guys.
Then I was alone.
I went back in my hotel and decided to read.
After three chapters, the task became old quickly and I tried television.
There was nothing on.
I flipped channels for an hour and played on my phone.
Eventually I picked the book back up and read another chapter, before placing it down again.
I was officially bored.

Notes

Hope you guys are still enjoying everything. Fair warning, this story is quite long ( 100 chapters in all) so if you're loving it, a lot more is on the way! :)

Comments

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK BECCA?! Poor Harry :'(

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
6/9/19

Becca what are you doing! Harry loves you.

En_1960 En_1960
6/9/19

Nooo, Becca, what are you doing?! What's Harry going to think now when he wakes up and she has left... Amazing update as always!!

Harry02 Harry02
6/8/19

Ohhhhh.....Becca. Knee jerk reaction. Thank you for updating

En_1960 En_1960
6/1/19

YES, you're back, I had nearly given up on this story. This is still my favourite story on here so I'm super happy you're continuing it. I loooove the new chapters, so many feels!!!

Harry02 Harry02
5/31/19