The very first night I spent at the hotel was annoying as hell. Harry was nice enough to offer to take the room next to mine and he kept pounding on the wall! Why the hell is he pounding on the wall!?
When I finally was sick of his childish games, I walked over and pounded on his door. When he opened his door he looked surprised and had this stupid sly grin on his face.
"Don't you 'hello' me. Why the hell are you pounding on my wall constantly? Its getting really annoying!" I spat out in his face.
His sly grin became a smirk trying to hold in a laugh, "Is it bothering you?"
"Yes, and I would appreciate it if you would stop."
He put his hand up to his chin and pretended to think then looked back down at me still smiling, "Nah, I think I am good." he winked.
"You are just being mean, Harry."
"Ohhh, you know my name?"
"Yes? You think I'm ignorant?"
"No, but you don't seem to be the type to know my name or anyones names from our band."
"They have this thing called the internet. It's very convenient."
"Ohh hoo hoo, so you looked us up?"
"Yes, in fact, I did, It might help if I knew the names if my mentors-"
"That's if you are good enough to get through to the big performances.'
That hurt- like a lot; but I couldn't lets Harry see that.
"No, you're right. I probably won't make it. So, it was nice meeting you." I said ask I walked back into my hotel room leaving him standing at his door.
When I was back in my room, I got out my iPod and put my music on shuffle. I didn't feel like getting out my head phones, so I just let my music play out loud on the nightstand next to the bed.
I was quite cold in here so I unburied my pajamas and got changed. When I was half way through getting changed, there was a knock on my door.
"Crap," I mumbled to myself. "Hold on!" I yelled as I finished pulling up my footie pajamas.
I walked over to my door and I saw Harry.
"Oh, what do you want?" I said very rudely.
"Oh, I- umm- I guess I just wanted to say sorry-" He stuttered.
"Sure you did."
"No, really I did-"
"No, you didn't. I'm pretty sure you don't even know the real meaning of sorry."
"And you do?"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Look at you! You dress in dark attire and wear clothes that are skin tight and shoes to make you taller and listen to music that most girls wouldn't wear-"
"What in the hell is the supposed to me? Just because I am different from most people I can't have manners? Or know what sorry means? You better get your shit together because I'm not who you think I am. I'm not your typical weirdo who is always rude or depressed."
"Yeah? Well. nice pajamas." He said as he walk back to his room.
Without thinking I slammed my door shut and ran over to my bed and cried. I don't know what it is about him that gets me so worked up! I just wanted to talk to someone but it's too late to call anybody but my dad and he would just threaten to kill Harry for even looking at me wrong...