A/N: I don't add Smuts in my stories, honestly, how much does it disappoint/not disappoint you and how much you want me to write/not write some?

“Do you wanna build a talking statueeeee!” I dramatically sing like Anna looking at the roof of the hotel room.

It’s been a couple of hours since I’ve been hovering like a zombie inside the hotel room. I wanted to go out but Louis has told me to stay inside the room until he comes back. He’s not even receiving my phone call. What’s the thing he suddenly got reminded of out of nowhere?

I walk in front of the mirror and try to make myself busy by doing multiple moves, throwing my hands in the air and dancing crazily like there are ants biting my feet. I stop my private dance show hearing the knock on the door right before my favourite steps

Louis wouldn’t knock because he has the card. I utter come in when a faint female voice says it’s room service.

“Good afternoon Miss.” The lady in purple and black attire tilts her head a little down as if I’m the daughter of the president here.

“Good afternoon.” I reply more like a question when she doesn’t say anything after that.

Instead of returning the minimum courtesy of replying me back, she puts the bag in her hand on the edge of the bed. Flashing a hideous smile, she runs out of the room by lifting up the sides of her dress as if she has forgotten her soul downstairs which may blast anytime.

I walk fast to the door and sigh blankly not having any clue of her around. Locking myself behind the door again, I walk towards the bags which are not less expensive than the things inside it I can tell by the Prada, Hermes, Stuart Weltzman and other logos.

I take the piece of paper which is slightly pecking out of one of the bags.

7 pm, hope you can choose one to wear from the five sets of outfit. –Daddy L.

Damn he’s still not over the daddy fact which is embarrassing, for me.

Shoving the paper away on the bed, my excitement drops down when I line up all the awfully tiny dresses on bed beside each other. I roll my eyes at myself and look at the dresses again holding my hair in a loosen grip on both of my sides.

Why?

Okey, so two of them is backless and they’re not only backless, the cleavage above my butt can be easily seen if I wear any of these two. I take the red one in my hand and try to realize where the ending of its neckline actually is and according to my realization, it may or may not end above my navel.

At last the little black one, miss little black dress. Well, compared to the other wrecked dresses, it’s the only thing I’d like to wear in front of that annoyingly attractive bitch, specially after the word slipped from my lips during the match, daddy. It's beautiful with it's thick laced embroidery, turtle neck and the sleeves end below the elbows. The only problem with this beautiful dress is it's too short which may end just below my butt.

“Where he actually wants me to take that I’ve to wear this oversized bikinis!” I growl looking at the roof when I find his phone still switched off.

After a lot of investigation, I decide to choose Miss Little Black Dress over others.

//

“Baby, baby, come and save me…………………….” I hum with the song playing on my mobile while drawing a dramatic wing on the corner of both of my eyes with the black eye liner.

I put on makeup because I like to watch myself from dissimilar perspectives.

I tap the side button of my phone for the time to flash. Its half past seven and I’m still not ready. Doesn’t matter when Louis is not even here yet. I let my dark brown curls naturally fall down my shoulders before tying the belts of my new Louis Vuitton black heels above my ankles.

Once I’m satisfied with my smoky eyes, I decide to call over Louis’ number.

“Is he even alive!” I whisper yell looking at the no connection sign flashing on the screen. I scroll down to watch the time and it’s already 7:45 pm!

I don’t know if he’s taking me to a date or just a tour to one of the famous places in the city. But he can’t just keep himself disconnected from me for such a long time!

I try to spend some time just by taking a tour of the room. Slowly walking by the window pretending I'm walking on the red carpet of Met Gala, walking by the dresser as if I'm shooting a perfume ad until my tired feet leads me to the edge of the bed. I chuckle slightly picking up a Spanish magazine up from the nightstand, sitting on the middle of the bed crossing my legs, not bothered to take my shoes off.

Lengthy yawns start to fill the room when I’m done with turning all the pages of three magazines in my hand. I look at the clock and it’s already……….

“That’s it!” I murmur taking my shoes off when my phone says its 9 pm.

Who does he think he’s? He tells me to stay inside the room all day long and I stayed. Then he wants me to go out and he’s the one who isn’t here yet; not even picking up my calls. If he thinks he can legalize me as per his demand, well then he should be made realized that none can put the 'all right reserved' tag in my life.

I go in front of the mirror not tapping my feet against the ground gently and run my fingers to my hair clumsily, just an outcome of my anger. Ordering a liter of coke and a large bucket of fries, I take the remote of the TV in my hand.

“I need to calm down my hormones, goodbye sanity for hours.” I pout before dragging the play button on Fifty Shades of Freed.

I have seen the first two parts but I haven’t seen this one yet and this is the last one as well! So why not enjoy the hottest person alive on earth when I’m angry?

Anger, that’s the only thing which has succeeded to control me every time. It’s like the only time my body is under control of something else.

“I hope I don’t sleep away before Louis……………….Christian starts anything.” I yawn leaning more against the big fluffy pillows behind my head. The last thing I remember before dragging my heavy eyelids down, is that I’ve paused the movie.

//

Running water.

The sound of running water is the thing which makes me to open my eyes in confusion. I raise my head a bit up from the pillow and squeak when a sharp pain passes down my lower back because of my weird position of sleeping.

The sound of the running water is coming from the bathroom, which has suddenly stopped, creating more creepy thoughts to pass down my mind. The only person who can be inside is Louis. Because the hotel would obviously not allow the key to our room to anyone.

“Holy hell!” The two worded curse manage to slip under my breath when my blurry sleepy vision gets completely nude watching the real life Christian Grey in front of me.

Deciding not to create any embarrassing situation, I quickly hit my back against the bed and squint my eyes close, pretending to be asleep.

I’m not ready to handle any shade of Mr. Tomlinson now, not even one, let alone fifty.

I widen my eyes to make an empty space so that I can only see what’s happening around me. The long white towel is hanging loosely around the widespread waist of the Greek God. I take my lips between my teeth to prevent any unusual sound when the muscles on his back, down his broad shoulders flexes as he closes the bathroom door.

Until now I’ve only seen his back and I can tell I’ve already been hypnotized under his black spells. I swallow the lump in my throat when he caresses the back of his neck walking towards the wardrobe, not even bothered to have a glimpse of the half alive life struggling to lay down on the bed.

“Oh no Stop right there for the sake of Bille Jean's fake son! I’m awake!” I sit up on the bed yelling, covering my face with my hands just before the towel slips down from his waist.

“What?”

I slowly remove my hands hearing his unacceptable questions and then facepalm myself that this annoyingly attractive bitch was already wearing his boxers under his towels. Still it’s so cruel with all the v-line show off and the tattoos blanketing his skin.

“What huh?” I look around me before shooting him back with his own question. “What my fuck!” I choose to throw the pillow at him rather than the flower vase.

I throw another one but he catches this one too like the previous one. I look at his stupid grin panting heavily when I’m done throwing all the pillows on bed.

“Was this supposed to be like this?” I ask him taking heavy breathes. “I thought I was going out with you somewhere at 7 pm but see what? You’re standing in front of me………..half naked, well probably fully naked……………at 1 am!” I yell crossing my arms over my chest which is falling up and down heavily.

Yes, I’m angry with him. Why shouldn’t I be? I have never felt the necessity of feeling beautiful like I was feeling today. He just ruined it!

“I met Mr. Rein all of a sudden and had to stop there for some important deal.” He tells keeping the pillows on the couch beside him.

“Wow! Oh yeah I forgot you’re a C-E-O and you always have a lot of sudden unplanned dates! Sorry Mr Tomlinson.” I smile sarcastically looking at his clenched jaw. “You could’ve called me or pick up one of my hundred phone calls?”

“Battery died.” He nearly whispers keeping his fists steady on his sides, taking slow steps towards me.

I decide to calm myself down when one of his knees reaches up on the bed, leaning his upper half forward me. My lips slightly apart when I see the water drops climbing down from his soaked hair, hitting the side of his huge smirk.

Don’t wear little black dresses in front of me again. It may be hazardous for both of us.

Shit Reen! You should've remembered it before choosing the black dress, even if it's less skin revealing compared to the others!

“What were you watching?” He tells grabbing the remote of the TV from my side as if nothing happened a while ago.

“Give it back to me Louis!” I yell climbing up on the bed, trying to reach the remote in his spontaneous moving hand but fail.

He plays it on and I gasp when one of the intimate scenes of the movie has to be the only scene where I paused before sleeping.

"You're not a mess but you're capable of bringing enough mess for yourself." He smirks throwing the remote away and lays down beside me without saying anything, closing his eyes.

Rolling my eyes, I jump off of the bed to get rid of this dress which is making me feel like, a pole is what I need.

“Fuck.”

Hearing the raspy whisper I turn around to see Louis standing in front of me with his shirt wide open, his toned torso making a hormonal breakdown inside my body. How he managed to swing this sweatpants loosely around his waist in a short span of time?

I feel the sudden weak feeling growing on my knees watching his lips pressed in a thin line, his gaze towards me with his widened eyes which are slightly hidden behind his soaked dark brown hair.

A distress, a congenial distress is what I’m smelling right now.