Chapter 4- Meet the Boys

The place was huge! Damn, my parents really wanted me to stay at a 'classy' one. But I never expected this!

Amidala and Bianca shook their heads,"Scratch the part where I was sorry for you because you're staying at a hotel. I feel sorry for me and Bianca!" Amidala said, exasperated.

I laughed. But I do wonder what their school looks like. Amidala always said it was like medieval times since there were no cellphones allowed and only got to use the Internet when they're allowed. That sucks. A lot.

I got my wallet out and walked towards the registrar. A bunch of boys were there. All wearing sunglasses. Even if there wasn't any sun here. Like a British man or woman would say, I think they've gone mental.

"Excuse me," I say quietly. "Do you have a junior suite available?"

The woman looked at me and plastered a fake smile at her face,"Yes, that suite can hold two people. In fact, those are the only rooms left."

She said the last part a bit loudly and the guys looked at her oddly. Hmm, there's something familiar about them... I realized I was staring at them because the guy with curly hair turned to look at me. But I'm not sure, he's wearing sunglasses.

"I'd like to have one,"I turned away from the curly-haired guy.

"Is this by credit card or cash?" The woman, who I noticed was named Kathy Monroe asked.

"Credit card."

"Okay, here's your room-"

One of the boys cut her off. "Excuse me, we'd like to have 3 rooms," hmm, British accents.

The woman-Kathy-typed on the computer next to her.

"I'm sorry boys, but only two rooms are left. Apparently, there are a lot having their vacations here. And Ms. err," she checked my credit card,"Gilbert has already booked the third. Most people here are just coming to watch this band One Direction."

"Did you just say One Direction?" another one of them asked.

Kathy nodded and so did all of them. Some kind of silent agreement.

Then they took off their sunglasses.

Mercy, One Direction have been standing next to me the whole time. Oh. My. Gawd. This. Must. Be. Fantasy.

"You see, we're One Direction," Niall clarified.

Kathy gave another fake laugh,"Well, I'm sorry boys, but we simply cannot book you-"

"Why? You don't believe us?" Louis questioned.

"No. I've seen the posters and you're definitely them,"she reasoned. "Anyway, it's company policy, first come, first serve," then she paused,"Unless..."

"Unless what?" Zayn sorta raised his voice, putting back his sunglasses, and so did the other boys.

"Unless Ms. Gilbert is willing to share a room."

Oh. That. Um...

"Don't worry, the beds are separate," Kathy gave me a smile, this time a real one.

"Umm," I turned to the boys, they were looking at me with pleading faces. "Okay, but which one is it?"

"I go with Niall!" Liam declared.

Just as the same time Zayn said, "I'm with Louis!"

Which leaves Harry with me. Oi.

"Okay then, Mr. Horan, here are your keys to room 395, Mr. Tomlinson your keys to room 393 and Ms. Gilbert, keys to room 394."

I received it and tucked it in my pocket. I picked up my bags and started to walk to my friends when I realized my, err, roommate was waiting for me.

"Sorry, can you just wait here for just a minute?" I asked.

He smiled(gah!). "Sure."

I walked to my friends and they started questioning me about those guys. I explained the situation and they practically screamed when I told them they were One Direction. They wanted to help with my bags so they can meet them. I agreed. We walked back to Harry and went in the elevator.

We reached my room and I turned to open the knob. My jaw fell open. This was a junior suite? It had these glass sliding doors to a balcony with a beautiful view. Two beds on either side of the room and a place for sitting and watching TV. Apparently, the look on Amidala and Bianca's faces were desperation. Harry looked happy.

"That reminds me, thanks for sharing the room," Harry said.

"It's ok," I said opening my bag.

"No, really, I owe you," I looked up and raised my eyebrow. "How about... uh... tickets and backstage passes to our concert?"

Wow. I turned to my friends. They nodded feverishly.

Harry noticed me and added,"Your friends can come too. How many?"

That left me stunned and Amidala and Bianca smiling widely. "Uh... wow, including me, that's 4."

"4 it is then, here."

He handed me 4 tickets and backstage passes. Ahh! I could faint right now.

"Thanks. So much."

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