Chapter 2: The feeling

I didn't know what to do for the whole morning. I paced back and forth in my hotel room, thinking about Dakota. I didn't know how I was going to make it till noon, I was sure to die. I wandered out onto the balcony that my room had, and lit a cigarette. I watched the paparazzi, taking pictures of me from below. I tried to ignore them and yelling. I stood there, leaning over the balcony for hours, smoking. I went through 2 packs of cigarettes until I saw her. She was getting out of cab, dragging a big suitcase behind her. I smiled down at her and watched as she disappeared into the hotel doors. I thought about her being only 6 floors below me.

Still smiling, and I turned around and ran through my room and out into the hallway. I knocked on Taylor's door as I ran. Again, he answered quickly. But I didn't wait around, I kept running.

"She's here, isn't she?" he called after me, and I heard him jogging after me.

"Yup!" I called, and sped up to get the elevator. When I missed it, I went straight for the stairs. I wasn't going to wait. I ran as fast as I could, skipping steps when I could. I heard Taylor following behind me. I finally reached the lobby, completely out of breath. I jogged around looking for her, when I spotted her standing by the check-in desk. She was staring down at her cell phone. I ran at her at full speed, weaving through the people. I felt the flashes of the cameras from outside, but ignored them. I focused on Dakota, and she looked up as I got close.

"Kristen!" she called. I smiled and threw my arms around her neck, almost knocking her over. I felt her wrap her arms around my waist.

"Hi." I said quietly into her hair.

"Hey." she replied. I didn't want to let go, but to not seem to desperate, I let go. "I'm so glad your here!"

"Me too." she smiled warmly, and I realized how much I'd missed her.

"Want me to help you get to your room?" I asked, eyeing her huge suitcase.

"I don't want to make you work, but if you want to..." she trailed off, being her usual overly nice self.

"I don't mind at all." I grabbed her suit case handle. "What room you in?"

She looked down at her room key card. "Uh, room 117 on floor 6."

"Hey! That's right next to me room!" I smiled, knowing it had been set up this way by whoever planned those things.

"Awesome. So you'll know the way?" she asked as a question.

"Of course." I turned and took her hand. "Come on."

We took the elevators and blabbed the whole way up. She seemed just as excited to see me as I was to see her. She blabbed about all the sight seeing she'd done and about the new shirt she got. I smiled and listened to her sweet voice, and watched her smile when she got excited about something. When she went silent, I stepped in.

"Taylor's here to." I said. "He's excited to see you."

"So I heard." she smiled at me and opened her mouth to say something, but the elevator opened and it was time to get out. She shut her mouth and we started walking, me wheeling her suitcase behind me. She held tightly onto her purse.

"This is my room." I said as we pasted 115. "And that's Taylor's." I said, reaching over and knocking on 116. Taylor answered as we stopped a few feet over at Dakota's room.

"Dakota!" he said coming out of his room and hugging her. He hugged her back, and I felt their hug was a little to long. I slapped myself. Was I jealous? I knew Taylor didn't like Dakota... "I see your making Kristen do all the work." he joked with a grin.

"She offered." Dakota said quickly and smiled towards me. I felt my heart melt.

I nodded. "Where's your key?" I asked her. She pulled her keycard out of her pocket and handed it to me.

"So, how have you been since I last saw you?" she said, turning back to Taylor as I fiddled with the key.

"Good. But to many interviews to count." they laughed, and I felt jealous again. What was going on? I ignored my feelings and opened the door. I dragged her suitcase in and they followed behind me, chattering away. I set her suitcase by her bed and I suddenly had a flash of Dakota sleeping in the bed. I bit my lip and shook my head, suddenly getting nervous like how I was around the paparazzi. I sighed and turned to look at them, my hands in my back pockets.

"So I guess your all set then?" I asked.

She looked unsure, and looked around. "I could use some help unpacking. But you don't have to stick around."

"No, I will. I wanna be with you." We both smiled, and I felt Taylor staring at me in a weird way.

"I wish I could stay, but there's a game on right now and I'm kinda missing it and you-"

Dakota reached over to Taylor and lightly touched his arm. I flinched and wished she was touching me. "It's okay Taylor." she laughed. "Go ahead and watch the game."

"Thanks so much!" he said with a grin. "See you guys later." he gave me a special look, which I didn't understand, and he left.

"So how was your flight?" I asked.

"Good, actually. I took a nice, long nap." she laughed and I smiled. She walked past me and over to her suitcase. She leaned over and started to zip it open and fish through it. I stared at her butt, and continued to wonder what the hell was wrong with me.

"So what do you need help with?" I asked, taking a seat on her bed.

"Uh, well putting all this," she threw a bag of toiletries on my lap, "In the bathroom." she continued to fish through and pull out cloths. "And since we're gonna be here a few days, I wanna put some cloths in the dresser." she threw cloths at me which I caught. She stood straight up and looked around. "I guess that's all. I think I could've done this on my own." she bit her lip and sighed.

"I'm glad you didn't, because I need some time with you." I stood, and walked towards the bathroom with the bag. We were silent as I put the bag in the bathroom and helped her put some of her cloths in the dresser. I wondered what was on her mind, and some how managed to ask. "What are you thinking about?" I asked as she closed the dresser and we sat on her bed.

"Stuff..." she paused and sighed. "Everything I guess."

I knew that voice. "Homesick." I muttered almost silently.

"Yeah. A bit." she then laughed. "You know me so well."

"Maybe to well." I joked.

She laughed and leaned her head on my shoulder. "Your still a mystery to me, Kristen."

I paused and thought about her comment and she snuggled her head deeper into the side of my neck. "What do you mean?" I asked finally.

She didn't speak, and I wondered if she'd heard me. "I feel there's a lot I don't know about you. Even after all this time."

I smiled a bit, not knowing quiet why. I just smiled around her. "Well, is there anything you want to know?" I asked.

"I can't just ask you, because I don't know what I'm looking for. I'll just have to wait and figure it out on my own." she said with a sigh.

"Are you willing to wait?" I asked in a small voice.

She chuckled lightly. "Only because it's you. Anyone else, waiting wouldn't be worth it."

I realized, slowly, in that moment what was happening to be. I was in love with Dakota. I was in love with Hannah Dakota Fanning. Dakota fucking Fanning. I didn't know what to think or say or do. Should, or could, I tell her? My heart sped up, and my breathing became off and heavy.

"You okay?" I heard faintly from my neck.

"Uh? Yeah. Fine. Just, uh, tired." Damn it Kristen, she won't believe your lies! She knows you to well.

"Me too." I was surprised by her words, but didn't have much time to think about it, because she lifted her head from my shoulder and stood. "I'm starved. Let's get something to eat."

"Okay." I said, breathless from the fact I was deeply and madly in love with the girl standing in front of me.