When Isabella woke up she was alone. As she glanced around the stuffy hotel room the morning light shone blindly through the gap in the curtains. Her mind began to race as she remembered the events of the previous night and she couldn't help but smile. The sound of her phone buzzing on the desk pulled her back to reality. It was her father. She had half to be up and ready to leave within the hour. Alongside her phone was a scribbled note.

didn't want to wake you and I had to hit the gym before leaving. If I'm not back before you leave I'll see you later at our next stop. Last night was incredible . Nick x

She must have read that note a thousand times and each time it made her feel more and more like a giddy schoolgirl. As the minutes ticked by Isabella had to force herself to stop staring at the note and start getting dressed. As she refolded all the clothes she'd pulled out of the suitcase during her frantic search for pyjamas the night before she paused as she deliberated over the two clothing options of the day. The sensible option would of been to go for the leggings and cami top however there was something inside her that pulled her towards the denim mini skirt, halter top and thigh high boots despite the fact it would be showing off at least seven of her tattoos so she was guaranteed a lecture from her father about not setting a good example to her little sisters and how tattoos are in no way feminine. Throwing the outfit on she inspected her appearance in the full length wall mirror beside the bed, she was lucky her waist length hair was so heavy it dried perfectly straight even when drying naturally. She couldn't help thinking with relief It would save some valuable minutes straightening and provide her more time for makeup. Grabbing her bag of war paint she perched herself on the floor in front of the mirror and set about completing her look.

Minutes after she finished and threw the last of her belongings in the suitcase there was a knock on her bedroom door. Quickly glancing around the room to check for any stray items, Isabella headed towards the door pushing her cases with her knees. As the door opened her father pulled them through the door, looking up in disgust as he caught sight of her thigh tattoo.

Isabella Rose Levesque! What the hell is that!?

He pointed at her tattoo, till his eyes clocked her partial sleeve that she hadn't quite finished.

and that one! You've got a lot to answer for young lady! Why the hell are you ruining your skin with those. They had better be the only two!

Isabella shifted awkwardly on the spot.

well erm no they aren't the only two and I'm not ruining it. They are my choice and on my body so only I get a say on how it looks.

Paul slammed a clenched fist against the hotel door.

that's not how it works! So how many of these atrocities do you actually have!?

well. Actually...they are just two of my fourteen...

FOURTEEN!!!!!

Isabella could see the rage building up in his every movement. She very rarely saw him get this mad but it still scared her. They stood staring at one another for a moment. The sound of Paul's phone buzzing put an end to the awkward silence.

Stephanie says we need to hurry up so come on but you haven't heard the end of this. We will finish this conversation later!

Slamming the door behind them they began to make their way up the corridor. Pushing forward ahead of her, Isabella could only make out ever other word as he got himself more and more angry over her body art.

...No respect for her body...looks like a doodle pad...better not give the others ideas...

In an odd way Isabella was fine with his disapproval. The tattoos she had chosen were a representation of her passions in life and part of who she was and it was fine with her if he didn't get it. Still muttering to himself, her father was still waiting on the lift as she reached it. The buzzer sounded to alert them to its arrival and as the doors opened nick stepped out. Sweaty, hair tied back away from his face and slightly flushed as he chatted to another of the superstars of her childhood, the miz. They seemed amused at her fathers bizarre ramblings as they headed back towards their rooms to get prepared. As she stepped in the lift, Isabella felt her phone buzz in her pocket. It was nick.

so don't tell me off but I pinched your phone to steal your number. You're killing me in that outfit! Btw what's with your dads rambling like a loon? N x

Isabella let out a quiet chuckle. Her father turned round and gave her an annoyed look, he must of thought she was giggling at his angry rambles. Desperately trying to keep a straight face, Isabella fixed her eyes on her phone and began rapidly typing.

I was wondering how the hell you got it Ha-ha. Oh that's a shame but maybe you'll get an up close view later on if you're good. Oh it's just dad being dad... he didn't know I had got a tattoo and now he knows about all fourteen of them so he's absolutely flipped his gasket. Xx

The sudden stop of the made her stomach churn. Paul raced off in the direction of the coach port and Isabella slowly made her way behind him. She could see Stephanie pacing by the bus steps. Her phone buzzed again.

oh you naughty girl. I bet he doesn't know where they all are though Ha-ha. I'm pretty sure you won't be telling him the location of a few of those. They're for my eyes. I'm going to jump in the shower then were heading out so I'll see you at the next stop. N x

Isabella smiled as she slid her phone in her jacket pocket as she climbed the stairs to the coach. The pit in her stomach grew, one thing she was certain of was that this was going to be the longest six hour drive of her life.