Remembering Katy Perry

Sixteen year old Maddie has lived a hard life. She also keeps a big secret. When she finds out the boy she met two years ago at a concert is Harry Styles, her life turns to chaos. She has to chose between her brutal, unforgiving past or the new, shining future with her love. It's an easy choice! At least it is until her past comes to haunt her future..


21. The Hotel Room

Maddie's Pov 

Nothing. I hear nothing. Am I dead? I try to move my hand and feel my fingers come together. Nope. I'm still alive. 

I breathe in deeply expecting the smell of him, but instead, I'm met with fresh linens and something I can't quite place. It's musky and a little pungent, but familiar. 

I open my eyes, slowly, trying to figure out where I am. Where did Ryan take me? I'm not dead, I'm not cut, I'm actually pretty comfortable. What is he doing to me? 

I don't see anything at first. It's all dark. My eyes start to adjust while I listen to every heavy beat of my heart ring in my ears. 

Where am I? Focus, Maddie, focus! There's a dresser on the opposite side of the room with a T.V. on top of it. The room its self is like a big square with two beds in the corners, a night table in the middle, the dresser and T.V., then a small hallway with a door at the end. 

I'm in a hotel room. Why would Ryan take me to a hotel room? I try to sit up and get stopped by someone's arm wrapped around me. 

Who the hell is in bed with me!? Is it Ryan?! I scream and throw the arm off me. Why did he have his arm wrapped around me?! 

"What the hell?!"

A deep, slow voice fills the room and relief floods through me. I could recognize that voice anywhere. 

"Harry.." I gasp, searching for him in the sea of darkness. 

My heartbeat starts to return to normal as I run my hand through my hair. How could I have been so stupid? Ryan is locked up jail. He can't get out. He can't ever get out. He can never hurt me again. 

Light floods the room and I instinctively close my eyes for a moment, slowly opening them back up. I was right about the hotel room. It's a very nice one, black and chrome coat everything, very modern. 

I look around the room and finally see him. He's propped up on the backboard of the bed, hands covering his eyes, and in nothing but a pair of his light green boxer-briefs. 

He looks so tired. It's my fault he's lacking on sleep. It would be better for him if we didn't sleep together. But then I'd have no one to hold me when I get scared. It's selfish but it's true. I want to sleep next to him. I'll make up his lack of sleep to him somehow. 

I slide back down into the covers, curling up next to him. His arm falls around me and I close my eyes. 

"Are you alright? Why'd you scream?" he asks huskily, tiredness dominating his voice. 

"I though you were Ryan.." I mumble into his chest. I feel him tense up and I groan. 

"Please, Harry. I don't want to talk right now. Can we just go back to sleep?"

I was hit by a sudden wave of sleepiness and wanted nothing more than to sleep. I'll tell him what happened tomorrow. Right now I just want to drift off listening to his mesmerizing voice. 

"Of course we can sleep, love."

He whispers the words softly, moving himself so he's laying down next to me. The light vanishes and I completely relax, feeling safe and loved in his arms. 

"Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in. Lie down with me and hold me in your arms. Your hearts against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck. I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet, and with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now. Kiss me like you wanna be loved. Wanna be loved. Wanna be loved. This feels like falling in love. Falling in love. Falling in love.." 

I fade away listening to him sing my favorite Ed Sheeran song. 

Harry's Pov 

Her breathing deepens and I slowly stop singing, making sure shes asleep. I try and keep my heavy eye lids open but they fall shut, keeping me from thinking about what she said. 

I'll worry about it tomorrow. I'm so damn tired, and she's right here, so if she wakes up scared shell see me and calm down. I lightly kiss her forehead and fall asleep listening to her rhythmic breathing. 

"Harry, Harry. You gotta get up, hun." 

I groan and roll over, hoping to avoid the bitter-sweet voice from waking me up. It's to early to get up. 

"Come on, Harry. It's almost two and our plane leaves at four." 

Two? I was wrong. I should be up. I tare open my eyes and see the gray walls of the hotel room. 

"I don't wanna get up" I mumble while stretching.  

"I know you don't want to get up, but I still need to grab a few things from my house and I wanted to tell you where I was going."

Back to her house. That's not a good idea. Yesterday she locked herself in the bathroom after throwing a photo across the room. I found her passed out in a corner holding a toothbrush. I'm not sure she should go back. I toss the blanket off me and hop out of the bed, trying to find her in the room. I turn my head to left, nothing. And to the right, nothing. 

This room isn't that big. Where is she? 

"Did you fall back asleep?"

Bathroom. I make my way across the room, dragging my feet with every step, until I'm at the doorway of the bathroom. 

"Nope. I'm awake" I say huskily, getting her attention. She turns toward me and a smile creeps on my face. She's got nothing on but my white t-shirt and the black lace panties I begged her to try on yesterday. Her damp hair is falling over her shoulders with a bit of a wave to it. She must be letting it dry naturally. 

She looks me over once and runs her hand through her hair. 

"Could you have slept with any less clothes on last night?" she asks sarcastically, crossing her arms. She bites her bottom lip as she looks me over again. 

"Your lucky I had these on!" I shout, grabbing my underwear. 

"I usually sleep naked, but I don't think your quite ready for little Styles yet." 

I wink at her during the last part and smirk, waiting to see her reaction. Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops and I can't help but give a small laugh. 

She quickly recovers from her shock and locks eyes with me. 

"If I'm not ready for little Styles, your not ready for these." 

She slowly lifts up my t-shirt revealing her naked breasts and now my jaw drops. 

"I.. Uh.. Ehm.." 

"That's what I thought" she says laughing, pulling down the shirt. 

What the hell? I wasn't done looking! I close my mouth and quickly try and recover, walking toward her. 

"That wasn't fair" I whisper to her, grabbing her waist and pulling her toward me. She smells so good. Like dove soap and strawberries. 

"Yes it was" she mutters against my chest. I laugh a little and kiss the top of her head. 

After a few minutes of comfortable silence she pulls away. 

"We've got to get ready. I still need to get dressed and you need to shower." 

She reaches up and pecks my lips before carefully walking out of the bathroom and shutting the door. 

I smile watching her walk out. She's got a nice bum. Like real nice. I turn on the shower thinking about her body and feel a little nudge in my briefs. I look down and see that little Styles decided to wake up. 

"Your lucky were gettin in the shower" I mutter then stop. I have got to stop talking to it like its a person. I shake my hair and throw off my briefs, stepping into the hot water, letting thoughts of Maddie fill my mind. 

Maddie's Pov 

"Damn it. Where are those shorts.." 

I push through the giant pile of clothes in my suit case looking for my red, jean shorts. I've already got my fitted blue, white, and red, stripped t-shirt on, but I can't find those shorts! 

I groan and sit back, giving up. 

"I'm not wearing pants today!" I yell at Harry. I hear him laugh before he responds. 

"That perfectly fine, love!" 

I slowly hop off the floor and make my way to the mirror to do my hair. What am I going to do with it today? Yesterday I put it up, so today I'll do little twists. Or I'll braid it. Yep. That's what I'll do. French braid with a blue head band. 

I part my hair and start the braid, still scanning my room for the shorts. I spot them in the very corner of my suitcase and yell at them. 

"Ah-hah! I found you!" 

"What are you talking about?" Harry asks stepping out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. I look him over and I'm completely speechless. His wet hair drips water that slides down his beautiful face and across his toned body, ending at the white towel that he has wrapped around his waist. 

"M-my.. Uh shorts" I stutter out. 

He laughs at my inability to speak and my face turns pink. I shouldn't be staring like this, but it's hard not to! He walks over to his suit case and pulls out a pair of gray boxers, dark skinny jeans, and a blue 'Jack Wills' t-shirt and walks back into the bathroom. 

I let out the breath I've been holding since he walked out, in a heavy sigh. I am way to damn lucky. I shake my head a little and laugh, finishing my braid. 

I hop off the bed to go get my shorts, trying to find them again. They were just right there! In the suitcase! Where did they go now? I groan and kneel down by the suitcase and start throwing everything that's not my shorts. 

"Where. Are. You." 

I pick up a black tank top and throw it across the room, revealing my red shorts as the bathroom door clicks open. 

"Ahh! Finally!" 

I roll back on to my but, then lay down on the floor kicking my legs up and hold up my shorts like trophy. 

"Erm, do I even want to ask?" 

I open my eyes and see Harry staring down at me. I start to laugh really hard. I must look ridiculous laying on the floor yelling at a pair of shorts. 

I shake my head and extend a hand, hoping for some help up. He grabs it and pulls me up and close, so I'm pressed against him. 

"I found them" I whisper excitedly, kissing him softly and quickly. We've got to get going if we're going to catch the plane on time. I kiss him one last time before I pull away and slide on my shorts. 

"There. Now I'm dressed and ready to go." 

"Let me throw on a pair of shoes and we can go, okay?" 

I nod, looking for my blue Toms and see what a mess I've made. Almost every article of clothing I own is spread out across the room. On the beds, the floor, the dresser, just everywhere. I'll have to clean this up when we get back. 

I spot my Toms under a hoodie I bought last year from my school. 

"I'll, uhm, clean this when we get back.."

Harry looks up from tying his shoes and looks around, like he's just noticing the mess. 

"Did a tornado come through our room?" he asks laughing. 

"No, I couldn't find my shorts so I just kind of threw everything out of my suitcase until I found them." 

He laughs again and pulls me off the bed, grabbing my hand. 


I nod and walk out of the room with him by my side. 
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