Ultimate [Harry Styles]

Seventeen year old Rachel goes to London with her Uncle on a business trip for a month. Mainly because she's always wanted to go to the beautiful city. Also for experience in the business world since she'll be graduating. But maybe also to meet a guy. She gets to stay in a massive hotel suite with her Uncle, what if she runs down to a small grocery store by the hotel to get some goodies for her Uncle and herself when she runs into someone.
Harry Styles is one of the five boys in the biggest boy band in the world. The boys haven't had a summer off in three years, due to touring. So management decided to give the boys three months off to relax. How is he going to enjoy that time off? Read this love story to find out! .xx

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28. Chapter 28

Songs for this chapter.

They Just Don't Know You - Little Mix

 Good Enough - Little Mix

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Rachel's POV

I wake up at 9:00 AM.  The earliest I ever have on a weekend.  Probably because I fell asleep crying and didn't have Harry with me.  I have the worst headache ever,  I always get headaches after crying.  I get up and search for pain killers in my bag.  Usually I can get Harry to fetch me pain relievers and water when I wake up with headaches, but he's a bastard.  Why wouldn't he tell me the second he knew about the tour.  I always thought he would never keep anything from me, but now I'm starting to doubt myself.  I didn't know about this, what else is he hiding?  

I might have overreacted last night.  It was past midnight, I shouldn't have walked home.  But I wasn't thinking about that until I was in the elevator.  I didn't want to go crawling back, and I expected him to come after me.  The way that he begged and pleaded, he shouldn't have let me gone.  He should have ran down the stairs and met me at the lobby, out of breath and perfect.  I would have stayed.  

But now I'm throwing back some Advil and checking my phone.  No texts or calls, does he even care?  I walk past the mirror in my room and double take at my reflection.  I look bloody terrible.  Puffy, red eyes, runny nose, hair all over the place.  I'm a mess.  Thank god Harry isn't here.

I decide to take a shower, then after I will text Harry. 

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I decide to put on some jean shorts and a sweatshirt after I get out of the shower.  I already blow dried my hair and applied my makeup, so I find my white converse.  I grab my bag and phone and go downstairs to get into Ted.  Luckily, I didn't run into any of my family members on the way down, they probably didn't even know I was here.  

I call Harry before I even turn the car on.  It goes straight to voicemail.  What the hell?  I shouldn't even go over to his hotel, but I need to see him again.  Because soon, he'll be gone and I'll be alone.  I throw my phone on my passenger seat and start my car.  

On the ride up the elevator to his floor, I plan in my head what I'm going to say to him.  He's probably still sleeping so I shouldn' t be mad at him for not answering my call.  But what I didn't expect at all was to find him hungover.

"Harry..," I nudge his leg with my knee, he's laying on his stomach.

"Harry," I push him harder.

"Hmm," He groans since I disturbed his peace.

"Harry fucking wake up," I say, pulling his arm.

"Fuck off," He spits at me, rolling back over on his stomach, and I immediately back off.  He's never talked to me like that.  

"Are you.. hungover?" I say with disappointment laced in my voice.  He went and got drunk after I left, god dammit I shouldn't have left.

"Mm.." Harry groans at me.

"You went and got fucking drunk?  You have got to be kidding me right?" I say, but he still remains unresponsive.

That's it, he doesn't have to be a little bitch just because he's hungover.  He will talk to me.  I get back up on the bed and push him over on his back with all the tall girl strength I have, and he's pretty heavy.  He groans again and pulls a pillow over his face because of the bright light streaming through the windows of the hotel room, but I don't give a fuck.  I tear the pillow out of his grasp, throwing it across the room, it hits a lamp that falls over and breaks.  But I don't care. Then I straddle him, sitting on his hard stomach, mostly because he doesn't deserve to have me sit on his dick.

"What the fuck!" He yells at me, looking into my eyes for the first time this morning.  He runs his hands over his face, "Could you be more fucking annoying?  I'm trying to sleep off a hangover." 

"I told you I'd be over here in the morning, why the hell did you drink?" I say, ignoring the pain I feel from my stomach dropping when he said that to me.

"You said you would text me tomorrow.  Not come here at ten fucking thirty in the morning and disturb my slumber," He snaps.

"So you want me to leave?  And you didn't answer my question,"

"What question?" He asks.

"Why did you drink?"

He rubs his face again, I can see a bit of stubble along his jaw and upper lip, then he sighs.  

"I couldn't sleep," He finally answers.

"What?"

"You heard me," 

"You're so bitchy today.  I don't remember you being so bitchy while hungover before," I comment.

"Because, I'm pissed.  I'm pissed that I lost you last night, I'm pissed that I can't barely sleep without you, and I'm pissed that I resorted to drinking." He truthfully answers, surprising me.

"W-what," 

"Is that all you're going to say.," 

"No.  Look if you don't want me here, that's fine.  I'll just leave and let you sleep off your hangover.  Maybe you can go downstairs again and fuck one of the thirsty bartenders that have been eye-raping you since you walked in!  I bet they had a great time with you last night!," I say while trying to get off of him and the bed.  

His face drops.

"No, no, no. Come here," He grabs my ankle, pulling me back across the bed towards him.

"I'm sorry ok," he says once I'm in his arms.

"For what?" I ask.

"For everything.  For not telling you about the tour sooner, for not going after you when you left last night, for drinking last night, and especially being a dick to you this morning.  You didn't deserve any of it.  I'm such a terrible boyfriend, I'm so sorry."  He says, pressing kisses to my face during the last sentence.  His hands are so warm, holding my face so I have to look at him.  

"I'm sorry too," I say, "I shouldn't have left."

He presses his lips to mine.  Our mouths move in sync as we kiss with me in his lap.  

He pulls away, "Please don't leave, I don't want those whores working at the bar, I want you and only you." He says, kissing my lips again, then down my jaw and neck.

"Harry," I say, and he pulls away, eyes on mine.

"I love you," He beats me to it, giving me that dimpled grin.

"I love you," I whisper to him, pulling him into another hug.  I just like to sit in his arms, my head on his shoulder.  I especially love it because he rubs my back softly and whispers to me.  Soft whispers only for my ears, how much he loves me, how he can't live without me.  

I don't know what we're going to do without each other, and there's no way I can accompany him on the tour.  I have school and volleyball.  But once volleyball is over, I'll ask my parents if I can take a week off and go on tour with Harry.  Wherever they are that week.  It honestly doesn't matter to me though, as long as we're together.

Once we pull away, Harry takes in what I'm wearing.  

"That's my sweatshirt," He says, grinning again.  

"All my sweatshirts are yours." I say, kissing him.

"I like that," He says when we pull away.

"You wanna go get some lunch?" I ask.

"Babe?" 

"Yeah?" I answer.

"Can you go get me some Advil?" He asks, rubbing his forehead.

"Yeah sure!" I say getting up and grabbing some Advil from the bottle in his bag.  I go to the small kitchen in the hotel suite and grab a water bottle out of the mini fridge.  I hand him the two small pills and the bottle and he swallows them down with the water.  He sits the bottle down on the nightstand and holds his arms out for me.  

"Come here," He whines, as if I'm too far from him.  

"Let's go get food.." I say.

"Baby, my head is killing me, and I don't want to even get up.  Please come cuddle with me.  Make up for the night we didn't spend together.  Please, I need you." He says.

"But- I.. I'm hungry," I reply.

He chuckles, "We'll order you some room service," He says while pulling out a menu for me to choose from.

"Fineee,"I say, whining to him.  He knows how to pull me in by bribing me with food.  Fucker.

"We're fine right?" He asks.

"Of course, just fucking tell me about big events before only two weeks prior to the event.  You fuck." I say, hitting him in the arm.

"Ow.  I know, I know, okay.  It won't happen again." He says rubbing the arm I hit.

"Damn right it won't happen," I narrow my eyes at him playfully.

"Just shut up and come here," He says, pulling me further into the bed, into his boxer clad body.

"God your hands are freezing," He says, putting mine in between his, trying to keep them warm.

"They're always freezing," I say.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"If I'm not doing anything, and I don't have socks or gloves on, my hands and feet will freeze.  It's just like my older cousin, it's just bad blood circulation.  Nothing to worry about." I explain.

"Oh, bad blood circulation?  That doesn't sound like nothing to worry about.." He says.

"Well I'm alive, aren't I?" I tell him.

"But what if you're not in a year from now?" He asks nervously, pulling me around to face him.

"Harry, this is literally nothing to worry about.  If been like this since I can remember, I'll be fine." I assure him.

"Fine, but if it gets any worse, you better tell me." He warns.

"I don't know, maybe I'll wait two weeks before I die to tell you." I tease.

His face goes white, eyes wide.

"Rachel don't fucking joke about that!" He yells at me.

"Chill out, I was kidding," I tell him, brushing hair out of his face.

"Just go order your fucking food," He says, pushing me away from him and to the phone.

"What if I don't want to.." I give him sass, even though I'm starving.

"Then you can give me head again," He smirks at me, trying not to laugh.

"Okay, I'll be ordering my food.  Do you want anything?" I laugh with him as he bursts out laughing at my response.  Completely trying to change the subject.  Of course the dirty bastard would think of that.

"Not right now, but thanks for asking." He says.

"Yeah, thanks for offering your little deal," I giggle, typing in the number that will send me to food serivce.

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Hello friends.  Sorry this chapter sucks.  I'll update soon though(:  

I literally love posting chapters because I like the way it feels.  Like I'm laying out the next picture to you.  Describing in detail the life I actually want, with a few twists and turns.  I literally love you so much if you like my writing because it means so much to me.

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And it's almost 1 am here, and I have two volleyball practices tomorrow.  Great.

Stay Beautiful<3 .xx

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