Chapter One – Meeting Him.
A/N this is a Jason Orange/Take That fiction, somewhat based on me.
I stared at the hotel room, it was average, wasn't fancy but wasn't dull, what more could you expect from Belfast? I have come up from Fermanagh to see Take That in concert, it was my first time seeing them and I was so excited.
I was staying in the Hilton hotel, one of the most popular hotels in Belfast. I sat down on the comfy bed in the room, my room number was 34. The bed was a lovely navy and white striped, the walls were well painted and decorated with a chrome colour.
There was a private bathroom, in all it cost me £149.00, meals included, pretty pricy if you ask me! I checked the dining room out either, it looked very nice, very elegant and posh. I wonder to myself where the lads may be staying. The reception is huge! It has to be the biggest room in the hotel.
I then decide to take a shower as soon I would be leaving to see my idols. Just as I get in the shower it decides not to work "Grr" I growl at the shower thinking it can hear me, then without warning icy cold water sprouts fro the shower so fast, I grab a towel and open the door in an outrage banging into someone.
"I'm being attacked by a shower" I say in between splutters.
I finally look at the person I knocked in to, only to see Jason Orange grinning at me. I had merely forgotten that I was in a hallway wit just a towel on.