I woke the sound of high pitched shrieks from outside.
I dragged myself from the bed. I was still in my clothes from the night before and they felt disgusting so I dived straight into the bathroom for a quick shower.
I rubbed my head, throbbing from how little sleep I had managed to catch that night. These yells were certainly not helping my headache. I ran my hands through my hair letting droplets of water slowly glide across my tanned skin each like little tiny waterfalls of their own.
..I loved the water always had, always will. It was 'my thing'. Like others had comfort blankets when they were younger, I just darted for the pool if I was upset. Everything was set free. My limbs, my thoughts, my dreams…
I rubbed my eyes, reluctantly stepping out of the clean tumbling liquid, wishing that I could rub away my guilt over my missed rendezvous.
I threw on my dark green Jack Wills knitted jumper and purple jeans, surprised with the outcome. I'd just found a new favourite outfit. It was cute. God, I'd only been here for a day and now everything was 'cute'. I'd picked up American lingo fast but I didn't mind, it was cu… sweet, it was sweet.
Once again, the screeches were heard this time louder than before. They were starting to annoy me now. I turned on the hairdryer hoping to drown it out but it was too loud. How Alice and Rachel were still sleeping was beyond me. I decided to blow-dry my hair so it cascaded down my neck naturally stopping as per usual just below my shoulders.
The screams had turned into screeches, the screeches now into bawls. This was crazy. I decided to spy out the hotel window to come across hoards of teenage girls armed with T-shirts and cameras. It was the same as at the airport so that meant…
'ALICE, RACHEL!' I yelled almost jumping on top of them.
'What?' a tired Alice groaned.
'WINDOW NOW!' I called while hurrying into the lounge area of the room to answer the ringing hotel phone.
'Hello?' I spoke into the phone.
'Hello Miss Lacen it is Jeremy, the concierge.' I heard some sort of commotion in the background.
'Very nice to speak to you Jeremy.' I was a little confused. Around me I saw flashes of Alice and Rachel as they darted past me searching for shoes, tops and various items. Their plan was to go downstairs and see the boys. Alice definitely more keen than Rachel who was being forced to go with her.
'Well, I think you may have a few visitors but they only seem to know your first name. Excuse me for a moment Miss… yes I realise you now know her last name, I just said it. No you cannot speak to her.' He was speaking to whoever was intending to contact me.
'Jeremy… Jeremy… JEREMY!' He wasn't listening to me. 'JEREMY!'
'Yes Miss?' Finally he answered.
'What are their names?'
'Well Miss its Harry Styles…' He didn't need to finish. That had explained everything, the not-knowing-my-last-name and the millions of people.
'Send them up.'
'Erm…Right… okay Miss.' He staggered before I hung up.
I rushed to my makeup quickly applying the basics of foundation and mascara. It would have to do.
'Don't bother going down.' I called to the others 'They coming up here!'
'WHAT?' Alice and Rachel both chorused. They stared at me in horror.
On the lift I saw it was now at level 3. We were level 12.
'Get moving!' I told them, switching on the TV before trying to neaten the place up a little.
Level 4
I had no socks on. I hated my feet.
Level 5
I was hopping around trying to clean while trying to put my blue fluffy slipper socks on. I bet these looked attractive.
Level 6
Alice was screaming saying she couldn't find her hair clips. She looked like she was about to cry.
Level 7
Rachel sauntered out of the bedroom in sweats.
'What are you wearing?' Alice exclaimed. 'Turn right back around and put this on young lady. Just because you were upset yesterday doesn't give you the excuse to wear that! Louis will be there and you have to explain.' She threw her a navy cotton dress.
Rachel held her hands out as if to make a protesting comment but she couldn't be bothered arguing. Alice wasn't going to have any of it. Rachel strolled back into the bedroom.
Level 8
Alice found her clips and was trying to rub in her makeup in the reflection of the window.
Level 9
Rachel tottered out of the bedroom in heels. It must have finally sunk in who was on the way.
Level 10.
We stuffed all of our belongings into the en-suite hoping no one would notice.
Level 11
I poured myself a cup of tea only to throw it down the sink after one gulp.
Level 12
We piled onto the sofa, straightening out our clothes, attempting to look as natural as possible.
*PING*
'Vas Happnin'
'Oh hey Zayn.' I casually replied looking over my shoulder…
Smooth Milly, smooth.
Liam's POV
Louis had explained what had happened last night in Abercrombie. The way he explained the story so adoringly, his voice full of admiration was unbelievable.
I could honestly say I had never seen him like this. He was acting just how Harry had on the day he had met Milly. The American air must have changed these boys.
'… She left her purse though.' Louis continued holding the Louis Vuitton up.
'Why don't you check in it?' Niall suggested.
'What? No! I can't just go searching through her bag!'
'Okay, I will!' Zayn grabbed the back and unzipped the top.
'No, stop!' Louis told him, returning the bag to his lap. He gave us a look of uncertainty but continued Zayns search.
He pulled out many different items including her phone (which was inconveniently locked), chewing gum and tampons which certainly received a snigger or two from us.
'Least you know she's a girl.' Harry smirked.
'Exactly Louis.' Zayn snickered.
Louis gave them a serious look. Woah. That never happened.
'Maybe Louis needs to borrow one, he's acting like he's on his period anyway, gees!' Niall muttered in my ear so quietly no one else noticed
'Hey we are just joking mate.' Harry patted his best mate on the back.
'I know, I know. I just don't know what I've done wrong!' Louis' face was in his hands.
'Well why don't you go find out?' I pointed out.
'None of us have their phone numbers though.' Louis replied not even bothering to look up.
'Well some of us have their hotel address…' I waved the piece of paper I had picked out of the open brown case. Louis' head shot up
'You're a genius Liam!' Exclaimed Louis before skipping over and kissing me on the cheek.
'Woah Lou, calm down!' I wiped my cheek with the back of my hand. That boy gets way too excited sometimes.
'Come on, we have to go!' He was already at the door, jacket in hand.
'Erm, I thought we were here to write some new songs not to chase girls around New York!' Said Niall.
We all stared at him.
'Yeah, who am I kidding?' He followed us out of the apartment door.
'TAXI' Zayn shouted as we stepped out of the lobby. We had found paparazzi there as soon as we had treaded over the threshold and had to battle our way through.
Sure enough a taxi braked in front of us within seconds and we all clambered in.
Louis told the taxi driver where to go a little too loudly than he had intended. The paps had heard and were soon also on their way.
'Shit.' Harry cursed.
'oopps...' Louis apologised.
A 5 minute journey had taken us almost half an hour. As expected, there were plenty of people there for our arrival.
We lept through the hotel doors, Louis frantically refusing for us to stop.
'We are looking for a Miss Amelia… Miss Amelia…?' Harry looked at us for support. 'She is staying with you.' He declared. He had assumed the room was booked under her name. He was a little annoyed about last night, more upset than anything though. He just wanted to know what happened.
'That is lovely. Mr…?' The snooty manger had replied.
'Mr Styles. Can you please tell us her room number? '
'ahh, Mr Styles but I'm afraid that isn't possible.'
'At least call her?' Zayn butted in.
'You don't even know her last name… but I'll ask her.' Half-heartedly he picked up the phone
The snobby man made a quick call. Harry was pleased that only his name had to be mentioned before we were directed to the room.
An I-told-you-so look from Harry and a thank you from Louis later, we were sent upstairs to level 12. They must have a suite. Fancy!
'Vas Happenin.' Zayns usual phase belted out as soon as the elevator doors pinged open.
There they were all slumped down on the sofa looking like they had been settled there for ages, unphased by our arrival. Amelia turned around acknowledging our intrusion, I saw Harry light up.
Rachel glanced at Louis before returning to the TV show she was watching, Louis sighed walking over to hand her back her purse.
Alice was the only one of the three that stood up. As she drew closer I noticed her glistening green eyes. I hadn't spoken to her yet but that was going to change. Her golden hair tumbled down her back. Such an unusual combination but it made her even more intriguing. Her attention was on Niall, I could blatantly see that as she hugged him tightly. I have to do something.
Thank you for the reveiws and everything people! I actually do love you! :D haha! Keep reviewing please!
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Ive been ill the last few days so havent really had chance to write because ive been stuck in bed but i didnt want to let anyone down!
Sort of a filling chapter but needed to be there! :) thank you
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