"What the hell are you doing?" I asked Harry as I entered my room.
I knew from his several calls, he had to tell me something. The fact that I saw his car outside my apartment made it seem more urgent.
"'M packing" He said, opening the suitcase that laid on my bed.
"Packing? What for?" I asked. "You finished tour three weeks ago! Don't you want to relax?"
"I am. 'm packing for yeh'. Where are yeh' bathing suits?" He asked, going approaching my dresser.
"Harry!" I yelled at him as I ran to stand in front of the dresser, stopping him. "Why do you need bathing suits?"
Harry grinned at me. He was definitely up to something.
"We're going on vacation" He said.
"And why do we need a vacation?"
"Yeh' didn't tell me'h about Tyler" He stated.
Oh yes, Tyler. My ex-boyfriend who I didn't tell Harry I dumped or why I dumped him.
"Tyler? What about him?" I asked, being clueless.
"Yeh two broke up" He said.
I did appreciate Harry caring for me after my breakup. But I didn't need his help. He already helped me get through my parents divorce. I couldn't bear him with more drama.
"Its none of your business H. I can deal with it on my own" I asserted.
"No you can't" Nicole said.
She was standing in the hallway, eating peanut butter.
"I can hear you cry all the way from my room" She stated.
I'm so gonna kill her later. Metaphorically or not.
"Are you the one who told him?" I asked her.
"Did I have a choice? You need help" Nicole answered.
"I don't and I don't need a vacation. So cancel it" I said, walking away from Harry.
"It's too late. Yeh s'hould of ans'erd my call earlier" He said.
"Why?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"I already booked everything" He said, smiling.
"What?" I asked.
"Now you have to go. You're forced" Nicole commented.
I rolled my eyes at her. Harry took my hands, something he did often whenever he wanted to persuade someone.
"Please?" Harry asked giving me puppy eyes. "I missed having yeh on tour"
I miss him too. Maybe this vacation would be a good thing. I would get away from assholes like Tyler and spend it with gentlemen like Harry.
"You like getting shit your way don't you?" I asked him. "Fine"
I gave in. Who doesn't deserve a vacation?
Harry hugged me without hesitation. Nevermind, he was strangling my body at this point.
"Okay, H. Let me go" I ordered.
Harry let me go immediately. I could finally breathe now.
"So where the hell are we going?" I asked.
Canada. Well, Ontario, to be more exact. Harry told me last second. All he told me before was that we were leaving at night. To make it worse, it was a twelve hour flight. Harry slept through most of the flight. I, however, slept through a quarter of it only and ending up feeling like a zombie coming off the flight. I was beginning to doze off in the car to the hotel when we arrived. Thank god Harry booked a room with twin beds. I wanted the bed to myself. After taking my shoes off, I flopped on one of the beds.
