You're Giving Me a Shark Attack
I stared into the depths of the ocean behind glass as I finished my story. “And that's what happened.” I turned from the glass and saw that Louis stared at me and motioned his eyes in a certain direction; Harry was pressing his face and hands against the glass, staring into the abyss that is the aquarium tank. His expression was completely blank. I pinched the bridge of my nose, then sighed. Let's just say Harry has gotten on my last nerve today. “Let's go.” I stormed out of there.
I watched Dalia leave. She clearly is angry at Harry. He's acting like a complete dumb ass right now. “C'mon Hazza.” I was just going to leave him there, but I knew better than that. After he didn't respond, I did the most rational thing I could think of - drag him out of here by the collar of the shirt. Good thing his shirt is made out of a strong fabric. We got back to the hotel. I have to admit, it was kind of embarrassing dragging Harry out of the Shed Aquarium. But on the bright side, no one noticed. We were on our way back to room 209, standing in the elevator, but as the door began to close- “OMG! IT'S LOUIS TOMLINSON AND HARRY STYLES!”
“Oh Shit!” Harry woke up from his sad-induced coma and was jabbing the 'Close doors' button on the button panel. It finally closed. “What are we going to do Louie?!” Exclaimed Harry.
“Uh. Well,” I began to muster all my thoughts. “we can quickly change our floor to the sixth floor by just...” I pressed the button to the sixth floor and I pressed the fifth floor button twice, to make sure we skipped that floor. “There,” I finally said, “we can take the stairs down to the fifth floor, but we're going to have to move quickly to avoid those fans.”
“Just like old times, eh Louie?” I was refraining from laughing. It's not good to laugh when you're being mobbed by fans. As soon as we arrived to the sixth floor, we made a run for the staircase.
“Omg! There they are!”
We ran as fast as we could without looking back, ran down the stairs, and looked before going into room 209. The coast was clear. Going into the room swiftly after Harry, I locked the door. Hey, my life depended on it.
We were in what was supposed to be my room, but Dall had taken the liberty of moving her things in here. And there she was, fast asleep on the bed. “If she's staying here with you, then...” Harry open the door that divided room 209 into two and slammed when exiting.
“Ugh.” Dalia grunted. “Doesn't he have the common decency to close doors quietly while others are sleeping? I guess I misjudged him for being British.” I raised an eyebrow at her.
“What's wrong with being British?”
She sat up in bed and shrugged. “I don't know.” I sat on the bed next to her. She covered herself with the blanket.
“Well, not all of the British are polite, love. Harry is just being a big baby. He'll get over it.”
Dalia crossed her arms and bit her lip. “I didn't get my own room.”
“Oh,” I frowned at her and I rose from the bed, ready to leave. “if you want I can-” Just as I was about to go, she got up from the bed and pulled my wrist.
“No! Don't go. It's fine Lou, I don't care.” I looked at her: those beautiful brown eyes, the way she was looking at me, and the fact she was in her underwear. How could I say no? But, I still had to be polite about it.
“Are you sure? Hazza and I were going to share a room and yeah, I probably should have told him earlier about-”
“Shhhhh.” She presses her finger to her lips. “Louie, it's okay.” I turned off the lights and I laid down next to her, just in my pajama bottoms. “Besides,” She said, “I needed someone to cuddle with.” She wraps her arms around me and whispers, “Goodnight babe.” I couldn't fall asleep after that. All I could really think about was that night we met...how we actually met. I winced at the thought. Damn it! It makes matters worse since she has her arms around me. What do I do?! Carefully unlocking her grip, I get up from the bed.
“Sorry Dalia.” I whispered as I cautiously made my way to the door to Hazza's room.
Closing the door behind me, I called out Harry's name. He didn't reply. I was going to call out again, but he spoke up. “What Louie?” He said in a raspy voice. “Did Alanna's keeper make you fight her battles for her?” I walked to his bed and sat next to him.
“No, but do you mind if I sleep in here? I have a lot on my mind.”
“Depends,” he pointed to her door, “Is she going to running in here screaming 'OMG LARRY!!' At the top of her lungs?”
“Eh, no promises mate.”
“Fair enough,” We both laid down on the bed, our vision focused on the ceiling. “So, what's on your mind right no- Oh wait! Don't tell me. Dalia.”
“Shhh! Not too loud!” I whisper, “But yeah, Dalia. I was thinking about the night we met.”
“Aha!" Harry said, feeling triumphant. “I knew the story that you told me before was too good to be true.”
“Quiet down!” I hissed back. “What about you? Don't tell me you forgot about the scenes you caused today, especially staring into space at the aquarium, thinking about-”
“Okay, okay. You got me.” He sat up, now feeling defeated. “I was thinking of Alanna. I just can't believe Zayn beat me to her."
“Well,” I began, “maybe if you weren't so sex crazy, she could have given you a chance.”
“One more thing though.”
“What? You're not done interrogating me?”
“No.” I grinned. “Why were you unresponsive when I told you we needed to leave the aquarium?”
“Oh that,” he rubbed the back of his head, “I was staring a shark that was father inside the tank.”
“Hmm. I was assuming that you were thinking about Alanna.”
“Nope, but I thought of something hilarious.”
“You know our song Heart Attack?”
I was puzzled. “Yeah, why?”
He started to sing. “You're giving me a shark attack, getting over youuuu~” To say I laughed is an understatement. To say I laughed my ass off is also an understatement. However, I will say this: at least it didn't wake up Dalia. “You should go back to your room, mate.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Don't make the same mistake I do and leave a girl all alone.”