"Which room do you want?" Harry asked me as we stepped through the door to our home for the night.
"As long as it has a bed I'm good." I snapped back, as I pulled my bag over the threshold. I stopped and stared at the room. Everything was white. It was untouched. I felt out of place in my brightly colored top. The white started on the floors, with the spotless carpet, then to the walls, the only color the drapes over the doors to the balcony, and the windows on either side, then to the ceiling. So white I felt I was looking into the pureness of gods soul. I was a blemish on a pristine canvas.
"OK, I guess I'll take this one." Harry said, walking to the door to our right.
"Then that means I get this one then." I said, turning and walking to the almost invisible door. I turned and looked over my shoulder as I reached for the knob. I watched Harry walk into his room and disappear behind the door. How did this happen to me? I thought to myself as I watched the door to his room.
I layed in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, scared to go to sleep, because if I fell asleep, I might wake up in my pink room at home, this night nothing but a very vivid dream.
"Hey, hey, Ella." I heard someone calling my name, somewhere in a distant universe. "Ella, you need to get up. Our flight leaves in 6 hours, meaning we only have like 4 hours to go sightseeing." The voice was coming closer to my secluded universe, breaking the atmospheric barrier around my free-floating planet that is my conciousness.
"MMMMUUUUGGGG" I groaned, rolling over so that I was laying on my back.
"Come one, I don't get a lot chances to go site-seeing, and I dont want to leave you here."
"Fine." I moaned, trying to force my eyes open.
"Great. We are leaving in 30 minutes. Have everything packed." He hopped off my bed and left the room. Leaving me alone on the large white cloud of a bed.
I walked into what would be the kitchen with my hair a hot mess, and makeup down my face. "Well, welcome to civilization." Harry said, laughing at my appearance.
"I'm gonna go take a shower." I mumbled, and walked to the bathroom with my suitcase in tow.
I emerged from the bathroom, with my hair dripping water down my back, to find a feist on what would be the kitchen table. "I didn't know what you wanted so I ordered a little bit of everything." Harry said, stuffing his face full of waffle.
"You know you don't have to keep feeding me." I said rubbing the towel in my dripping hair.
"I know, but I want to. and I need something to do with my money."
"Whatever." I dismissed his comment as rich people problems, and reached for the bowl of granola.
"Is that all you are going to eat?" Harry exclaimed.
"How do you think I stay so slim?"
"Well I certainly didn't think that you starved yourself!'"
"I eat! I just watch what eat. I portion. ect."
"Eat this too." Harry shoved a plate of sausage at me. "Just to make me feel better."
"Can't. Vegetarian." I said, popping the last of the granola in my mouth."
"A cinnamon bun then." Harry continued to beg.
"I'm full now." I said, turning and heading to get my makeup bag, realizing I was in the presence of Harry Styles WITHOUT ANY MAKEUP ON! He could see every imperfection on my face.
"Well, when we're out, you even hint at being hungry we are hitting the closest place that sells food." He called after me, as I walked to 'my room' to put on my face, and put in my eyes.