Chapter Eleven: Five-Star Hotels
The yellow cab pulled in front of a large, expensive hotel. Considering the two were still in Los Angeles, the building was tall, bustling with business, and decorated with such fine chinas. Not many people noticed Hayes, and the few that did received a promise of a photo if they kept quiet about it - so they did.
Hayes stepped around the back of the cab with the driver, helping him grab the luggage from the trunk to set it on the curb. The cab driver started by pulling out Beatrice's small bag and handing it to Hayes, but the process was short considering Hayes hadn't brought a bag on such short notice.
"I'll get the bag, Grier," Beatrice declared, taking the bag by it's strap, "go take pictures with your fans."
Hayes didn't argue. Instead, he cantered over to the small group of fans with a smile of pride; ready to take as many pictures and poses as asked. Flashes didn't blind his eyesight for a second and the amount of people around him didn't make him look the least scared.
Forasmuch as the fans loved Hayes, the image of Hayes with a girl made thougts churn and the ideas probably weren't a bit positive. Most fans sent dispersal looks towards Beatrice, but the few delicate fans that were there whistled and stared dreamily at the two.
Hayes didn't grasp the looks from the fans, but being as famous as he was for such a long time must've sent him a message because he wrapped up the picture taking and maneuvered beside Beatrice inside the (what looked like) five-star hotel. Bea still had a firm grip on the black straps of her bag and Hayes had a firm, yet bland, grip on her.
A smile still sat on his face and a grin pulled on the corners of her lips. Her heart beat fast and albeit she was loaded with curiousity and concern, she was actually excited to get to know the person in front of her.
Maybe the media made him look like a bad person and so what if the comments people made on him were negative; he seemed like a nice person to Beatrice and really, that's all that matters. He knew his wrongs and he fought for his rights, he stood up for himself when necesarry and kept quiet when the deal wasn't bad at all, and he knew very well to stay modest to himself. He wasn't at all bad and Beatrice took it upon herself to realize it.
"One room please," Hayes inquired, sliding a blue debit card across the counter, "your finest service."
The worker examined the card, asked for Hayes' ID card, examined that, and gave Hayes the room number.
"This isn't some sort of plan to actually make me fall in love with you, is it?" Beatrice japed, a smile crossing her face. Hayes shrugged with a straight face.
"Is it working?"
A blush lurked unto her pale cheeks, this time her shoulders checking up. Hayes watched her with glistening blue eyes, "here." Hayes handed her the key to their room, "I'm gonna go catch a cab so I have clothes too. Do whatever you want, but don't go outside. The fans will most likely be out there and tear you apart."
Beatrice took his words to mind with a nod, "and if I get hungry?"
"Buy whatever," Hayes said, walking backwards to the entrance, "it's on me. I'll be right back. Give me twenty minutes."
"Timer starts now," she romped.
Hayes beamed, turned his body to face the exit, and sprinted out the door.
She began her hare and hounds to the room number 126 with her bag still clutched inside her clammy hands. The key ring spun around her finger as she swayed it effortlessly.
"123, 124, 125," Beatrice breathed, a gasp embarking from her roseate lips as she appraised the look of the deluxe room from the outside, "126."
It was only a couple of seconds before the key had slid in and out of the lock, swinging the door open and throwing the bag on the king-sized bed.
The hotel room looked like a mansion; chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the desk was made out of the finest woods, marble peaked at every corner of the room, large plants hid in the corners of the room, and small glass decors hung on shelves.
"This kid," she breathed in amazement, "is living the life."
I'm so sorry I haven't updated in almost a month! If this book is still in your library, I praise you!
