Chapter 2:
The plane ride to London wasn't as long as I expected it to be. I listened to my iPod, shoving the headphones in my ears and letting Ed Sheeran fill my ears. If I was going to Britain, I might as well listen to him. He was my favorite artist, along with Michael Buble and John Mayer. I fell asleep for most of the ride, and for the remaining time, I was able to fool around on my iPhone or read The Hunger Games, which I had just started the previous day.
The first place I went to when I entered the city of London was the hotel I booked for the week. I planned to stay there until I solidly moved into my apartment that my dad had arranged for me to get. I took another cab and went to the hotel I was to stay at. The taxi driver offered to carry my bags, but I was able to do it myself. It seemed people here were surely more polite then where I was from.
I walked towards the front and was surprised when I saw at least a hundred girls surrounding the main entrance. They were standing behind a big black belt that held them back. Most of them were screaming and even some of them were crying, holding up posters and snapping pictures. I walked up to the closest man who seemed to be some kind of security guard.
"Hello, excuse me." I stated. He ignored me, but I continued, "I'm trying to check in, is there any way I could get inside?" I asked him.
"Nice try," The tall and not-so-skinny man said in a think British accent, "but I'm not falling for that one."
"Excuse me? What are you talking about? I've had my room booked since last week and I didn't travel all the way from the states to deal with this." I didn't mean to be as rude as I was, but I was already exhausted from the plane ride and I just wanted to get settled into my room.
"Sorry but you're going to have to wait. I was given strict orders not to let any of the fan girls inside."
"Fan girl?" I was confused, but my thoughts went to the back of my head as the security guard ran from me to stop another young girl from jumping over the belt. I suddenly ducked under without him noticing and made my way through to the front desk clutching all of my suitcases and bags.
"Can I help you?" The blonde woman with the nametag, "Ann" at the desk asked me, looking confused to why I looked like I had just ran a marathon.
"Yes, my name's Kellie Anderson." I sighed, "I booked a room for the week?" I asked her, hoping I would just be able to get to my hotel bed as soon as possible. My first day in London wasn't anything I was expecting.
"Kellie Anderson? Oh yes, here you are." She said scrolling on the computer. "He's your room key. It's the third floor. Would you like any help with your belongings?" She asked.
This time, I accepted the offer and another older man came to help carry my things. We took and elevator to the third floor and he walked me to my room, number 54. I thanked him and slipped my key-card into the door handle.
In the middle of the room against the back wall was my queen size hotel bed. I had two dressers on the wall to the left along with a television sitting on top of one of them. I could easily say that it wasn't the nicest hotel room I've seen, but I was only staying for a week so it'll do.
I put all my bags in the corner of the room and decided to unpack later. Even though I was already completely jet-lagged, I decided that I had calmed down from a while ago. Giving myself a tour of the city of London was the first thing on my list. I went into my bathroom, which also wasn't spectacular, and touched up my make-up and ran my hands through my long curly blonde hair. Although I naturally had more of a reddish hair color, I died it blonde which made my green eyes pop. My eyes were my favorite thing about myself. I was comfortable with my body, not too skinny or too fat, but I wish I could have been taller. Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I walked out of my hotel room, having no idea to where I was headed.
I walked down my hall towards the elevator, but then I remembered all the commotion that was going on outside. I didn't want to wait until it all subsided, who knows how long it could take. I wondered what it was all for anyway, maybe somebody famous was staying in the hotel! Haha! Like that would happen, the rooms themselves weren't the classiest.
Instead of going through the front entrance, I looked for some kind of back entrance down the hallway of the first floor, and to my luck I found an emergency exit. I was sure I wouldn't get in trouble if I used this door to leave. Hopefully by the time I was back, the front entrance would be cleared out.
I walked through the door, checking my twitter on my phone, not paying attention to where I was. I smelled smoke from a cigarette instantly and looked up. Standing right across from me, leaning against a brick wall was a boy who seemed about my age. He looked almost scared that I was in his presence.
"Damn I swear, how do you girls manage to know our every location?" He asked, "Is it an autograph you want? Or a picture?" He question, looking annoyed. His voice had an accent. It was like music to my ears though, the way he spoke almost gave me butterflies. He lifted his hand up to rub the back of his neck and turned to look down the ally way where we were standing. I noticed his really attractive jaw line. That wasn't the only thing I noticed though. He had olive skin and hair that almost reminded me of Jedward, but less big. It was black and as he ran his hand through it, he looked back at me with his dark eyes. He was the definition of hot.
He gave me another annoyed look and I realized I was staring. I was confused to why he thought I would have wanted a picture or autograph, but when he cleared his throat, I realized that I must have looked like an idiot that was practically undressing him with my eyes. But seriously, could he get any more attractive?
"Sorry," I told him. "But I don't want a picture or and autograph. I was just leaving the hotel."
"Well you could have gone through the front." He stated.
"Have you seen all the people crowding at the front? I'm all set." I told him and leaned next to him. Act cool, Kellie I thought.
"I know, all those screaming fans are driving me insane. I needed a smoke." He said as he took a puff of his cigarette. As much as I hated smoking, watching him do it just turned me on even more.
"What do you mean, fans? What exactly are they fans of?" I asked, still confused.
"Wait. You don't know who I am?" He turned to face me.
"No, why would I?" I laughed.
"I should've known with the American accent. Have you ever heard of One Direction?" He asked me, looking a lot less annoyed.
"Nope" I said, popping the p.
"That's actually a relief." He laughed. I thought back to him asking me about an autograph and picture and put the pieces together.
"So you're saying that all those psycho girls are here for you?" I asked.
"Not just me. My four mates and me, we are One Direction" He explained as he once again took a last puff of the cigarette. I was still confused to the whole thing, I never even heard of such a band.
"Exactly how famous are you?"
"Well, if I tweeted that I was standing alone next to a very pretty girl, they would probably hunt you down and maybe throw you some death threats." He winked at me.
The complement and wink made me blush and I just looked at the ground. Here I was, standing next to a complete stranger, who may have been gorgeous, I might add. But apparently he was famous. Oh, AND he just called me pretty.
"Well. Good luck with all of that then." I let out an awkward giggle. Oh, why did I have to be so awkward in situations like this? "I'm gonna go now." I said, walking away.
"Wait!" He took a couple steps in my direction and I turned. "I never caught your name." He smirked.
"Kellie." I told him. "Yours?"
"You'll find out soon enough." He told me and winked once again as he walked back into the building, leaving me alone. What was that supposed to mean? You'll find out soon enough.
My phone vibrated taking me out of my thoughts, it was a text from Mandy.
Hey babes! I hope ur having fun so far. Ill call u sometime 2morro. Love u lots! –Mandy3
I replied telling her to have a good night and continued on my journey to explore London. I decided that I would do a little bit of research when I returned.