GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

50. Whispers in the Green Garden

I had never been so excited for a six hour red-eye flight and a casting as I was for this one. That may have been impart to Harry's plan to visit me today. My week had been so hectic getting caught up on work after my time in London, that I barely had any rest. I spent my days at the store, my evenings in my office or design studio, and my late nights were spent talking to Harry. I was exhausted.

Every day Harry would call before he went to bed and text me when he woke up. And everyday when I responded to his good morning message he'd tell me to go to bed, but he never complained when I didn't. He didn't complain when we talked for two hours Monday night, even though he yelled at me for not sleeping when he realized it was almost 3 AM my time. He didn't complain when I Skyped with him and Anne over their morning tea. And he certainly didn't complain when I dirty talked him out of a persistent morning wood. We had talked regularly every day, with the exception of yesterday, show day. I didn't think this pattern would continue the duration of the tour, but I was enjoying it as long as it lasted. Honestly, I couldn't run on so little sleep much longer, even if it meant getting my fix of Harry.

I zombied my way into the lobby of the Hotel Chandler in Manhattan to check in. It was just after 10 AM New York time, so I had a few hours to nap and rest before my model casting late in the afternoon.

"How may I help you today miss?," the young hotel attendant asked. He couldn't have been more than eighteen and I wondered if this was just a summer job for him. His suit was ill fitting, but I suppose I noticed those things more than the average person. Either way Philip, as his name badge identified him, seemed sweet.

"I'm here to check in. Olivia Taylor," I gave my name for the reservation.

"Oh, yes Miss Taylor. You've been checked in already to your upgraded room. Here is your other key." Phillip handed over a keycard and I looked at him puzzled for a moment before it clicked. Harry was here already.

My heart raced and my stomach fluttered. The feeling made me laugh to myself, acting like a school girl. Like a One Direction fan even. I was giddy to see him and I wasn't a giddy kind of girl.

I thanked young Phillip and headed to the room that was written on the sleeve for my keycard. I rode the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. As the elevator rose higher and higher, so did my nerves. I was anxious to see Harry and nervous to tell him my news. I knew he'd take it well, but I didn't know how to go about it. I had tried all week to think of some grand gesture of my intentions, but never settled on one. Now that the moment was here, I was unprepared.

Finally reaching the top floor of the hotel, the elevator doors opened. I followed the signs down the hall and came to the last room, the presidential suite. Part of me was pissed that Harry had upgraded my modest room for one so extravagant, but the other part of me recognized he was merely trying to spoil me, so I let my annoyance go.

Just as I was about to put my key into the door, it was pulled away from me and opened to the inside of the room.

"Hi babe!," Harry said standing there in a white t-shirt and his signature black skinnies. His cheeks were round from his smile and I couldn't help but match his expression.

I wrapped my arms around him in a forceful hug that startled him and knocked him back a step. He laughed and wrapped his arms behind me.

"How'd you know I was outside the door?," I asked pulling back to look up at him towering tall above me. Harry pulled his phone from his pocket and held it up revealing two overlapping dots on a map. One for him and one for me, well for his second phone that I was still in possession of. "Stalker!," I teased as I pinched his side.