But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms
And if you like having secret little rendezvous
If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do
Then baby, I'm perfect
Baby, I'm perfect for you.

(A/N - I chose the song randomly and turns out it's perfect for the situation)

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Harry's POV

Two weeks.

Two weeks have passed since I was locked in this jail also called hotel room.

Two weeks have passed since I last saw Niall, kissed him, held his hand or even talked to him.

I miss him like hell. But it didn't look like he missed me after what I saw two days ago.

I went to the reception to check on my family and give a detailed explanation to mom as why me and Niall couldn't come to hers, when I saw Niall and Marcel giggling and coming out of the elevator.

Marcel was whispering something to Niall, and Niall was laughing uncontrollably at him.

They were too close for my liking. I already knew that Marcel had a thing for Niall and now when I can't be near him he's not gonna miss this golden opportunity.

And Niall being Niall, is too oblivious to all this flirting.

If I hadn't seen Veronica looking at me as she was giving me death stares, I would've gone and punched Marcel in the face.

I came back defeated to my hotel room, grumbling and clenching my fists, while Marcel and Niall were too lost in their bubble to even notice me.

Niall still loves me, right?

He can't unlove me so easily. Right?

Stop over-thinking, Harry! Do something productive.

So I did what I do best (except loving Niall) , write songs.

I asked Leeroy to fetch me a pen and paper, and there I go.

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine
I feel like I might sink and drown and die
You're so gorgeous
I can't say anything to your face
'

Cause look at your face
And I'm so furious
At you for making me feel this way
But what can I say?
You're gorgeous

That's pretty good for the first time writing a song alone, isn't it?

My fans are going to be so confused if I ever release this song.

They're definitely going to think as to why I can't tell the person if he/she is gorgeous.

Now, who's gonna tell them that we're literally made to not talk to our lovers because of some shitty homophobic management.

Damn, I miss him.

I lay down on my bed as thoughts about my gorgeous boyfriend overtakes my brain and I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up after having barely one hour of sleep as someone was banging my door.

Nobody wants me to have some peace.

"Harry! Harry!" A familiar voice called softly outside the door.

"Niall?" I asked as realisation dawned upon me.

"Open the door"

I quickly opened the door to see my favourite Irishman standing outside the room, actually scratch Irishman, my favourite man standing outside my door with a fond smile.

"Niall!" I gasped as I could finally see him in person after two fucking weeks.

He giggled at my reaction, and I scooped him for a hug, probably the tightest hug I've ever given.

"Niall" I said as soon as we pulled out "You're not supposed t-"

He interrupted my rambling by smashing his lips on mine. For the first time in forever, I was happy that someone interrupted me.

We kissed for quite sometime before he pulled out and started looking around and I couldn't help but stare at the beauty in front of me.

"I love you" I blurted out and he smiled at me.

"I love you too, Henry" he laughed "Now, do you trust me?"

"Obviously"

"Then, follow me"

He pulled me into the elevator before I could start questioning him further.

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I'm an amazing person, aren't I?

NIALL AND HARRY WERE SPOTTED TOGETHER!

LIAM IS BALD!

LIAM IS ENGAGED!

I'm done.