EDIT: I am very sorry about the first few chapters. I know they're short and awful, but I don't have the heart to edit them. If the first few chapters don't deter you from my writing, you can see the huge changes in my writing. I truly think if you just bare a few short chapters, you'll be rewarded with halfway decent chapters. Again, I am really sorry for the rough start.

EDIT 10/24/13: I think it's about time I started to reedit this story :3


I sat in the backseat of a limo sent to pick me up from the airport when my phone buzzed with a text. I looked down and smiled at the text from my best friend.

Good Luck in your photoshoot! (: -Leila

Thx girly :D ily and miss you! –Ariel

Haha Richard says to take pics of Sweden while there –Leila

I promise I will. Since he's there tell him I love him too! –Ariel

He's freaking out now bwahahahaha –Leila

LOL. Op I'm at the hotel. I'll Skype later! –Ariel

Kk, don't forget the little ppl :DD –Leila

I grimaced at the term 'little people'.

"Here we are," said the limo driver, stopping in front of a large hotel.

"Thank you," I said as I got out of the limo.

The driver retrieved my luggage and I started rolling the extra large suitcase into the lobby. On my way to check-in, I passed a few celebrities that I adored. I stopped myself from lunging at the weary people.

"Well, I guess I'm going to have to get used to it." I thought to myself.

"Welcome to Hotellet madam," greeted the attendant at the check in counter.

"Hi, I'd like to check-in," I said, "Ariel Manz, courtesy of Vogue."

"Ah, yes, Room 265. Here are your keys."

"Thank you," I said grinning.

Since there was a large crowd at the elevator, and my room was only on the second floor, I figured I'd just use the stairs. I reached the top of the third set of steps, panting and cursing at my genius idea. Opening the door, I was greeted with a faceful of Simon Cowell.

"I am SO sorry Mr. Cowell!" I said trying to catch my bag as it began to tip.

"Ah, it's my fault miss, I wasn't watching where I was going," said Simon, "It is my fault."

"Okay," I agreed as I stood aside and let him down the stairs.

"Must have been in a rush." I thought to myself as I passed room after room.

I finally reached Room 265 and inserted my key. On the first try, my key was rejected and I glared at the inanimate object. Again and again, I tried to no avail. After what seemed like the twentieth try, when I was just about to give up, my key was accept. Letting out a breath of relief, I walked in and put my suitcase by the door. Over the couch, I could see a mess of blonde hair watching something on TV.

Surprised that there was someone in my room, I asked, "What are you doing in MY hotel room?"