Boybands and other problems

Arrival at NYC

„Phew! I’m dead.“, I breathed out as I threw myself on the king size bed in our hotel room.  “Oh c’mon. We’re in this excuse me but fucking amazing hotel room und fucking New York City and you throw yourself in the bed without even looking how awesome the room is.”, my best friend Lauren moaned.

Yes, we were in NYC. It was summer break and Lauren and I decided one month ago, that we should really spend our holidays in New York. And here we were in our hotel room and I was absolutely dead after our flight, but no, it wasn’t the time to be tired. We were here to have fun and sleeping wasn’t part of the plan.

“Uuum sorry that I grew up in hotels like this.”, I laughed and Lauren rolled her eyes at me. “Get down from your high horse girl.”, she said while admiring the view over New York from the huge windows on the right of our room. I still lied on the bed and rolled to the left to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Ew it’s already 7 pm, guess we should get ready if you’re still up for clubbing.”, I said while getting off the bed, looking at Lauren. “Yes, I am. So c’mon.”, she answered and went into the direction of the bath room. When she closed the door behind her I took a first look at our room. I had to admit, it was beautiful. There was I TV at the opposite of the bed and on the right side of the TV was a couch that looked quite comfortable. In front of the windows was a table with some chairs around it and behind it was our small own bar. I went there to get something and found a bottle of champagne. It was time to clink glasses I thought so I grabbed the bottle and got two glasses from the little shelf above it.

“Laureeeen, I found something to drink. Get out there and clink glasses with me!” I screamed and she got out of the bath room a few seconds later, her blonde hair was wet, she obviously took a shower. She grabbed one of the glasses who I had already filled with the Champagne.

“Cheers Baby. To an unforgettable time, a lot of parties and some hot guys!”, she said. I laughed.

After I took a shower, too, I got ready at the huge mirror on the right of the hotel room door while Lauren got ready in the bath room. When my make-up was done I slipped into my tight, short dress and put long brown hair into a pony tail. I wore some golden bracelets and some matching earrings. My skin had a perfect tan since I spent the week before we left to New York in Spain, getting tanned at the pool.

I took a last look in the mirror and grabbed my purse. I was happy with my look. I looked amazing to be honest. “Lauren, are you ready?”, I shouted in the direction of the bath room. “Yes, Ma’am. I am.”, she screamed back and got out of the bed room. She looked amazing, too. Lauren wore a short red dress and some black heels. I opened my purse to check if my ID was in it, a fake ID to be honest. We were both eighteen and surely didn’t plan on spending our time in NYC without alcohol, so we just decided to get fake IDs. We were both 21 on it. It was in my purse so I closed it and walked to the door. I closed it behind us and we walked to the elevator and I pushed the button. Right when the doors open Lauren smashed her hand against her forehead and said: “Shit I forgot my ID” and went back in the direction of our room.” “I’m gonna wait downstairs.”, I shouted after her and went into the elevator.

It stopped two floors down from our floor and a guy with dark hair und tanned skin got in. He wore chinos, a white Obey shirt and had a blonde streak in his quiff. He was pretty fit. Shortly before the doors closed an old lady stepped into the elevator.  

The elevator started moving again and I noticed that the guy was staring at me, up and down, probably checking me out. I tried to ignore it and just stared at my feet.

When the old lady got out three floors down I looked up and noticed that the guy was still staring at me. When he noticed me looking at him, he smirked. I just rolled my eyes at him and directly said: “Can I help you?” I might have sounded a bit bitchy, but I didn’t care. “Oh you can, I guess.”, he said with a cocky smirk on his face. “Oh c’mon”, I said a bit annoyed, knowing what he was talking about. He still smirked and randomly said: “I’m Zayn.” “Charlotte.”, I answered. “Nice to meet you, Charlotte.”, he replied. I just nodded and send him a half smile. He seemed to be waiting for something, but I didn’t know for what. Zayn just laughed and shook his hat. “What?”, I asked. “Nothing.”, he shortly replied. I mumbled something like aha and looked at my feet again. “So what are you doing at NYC?”, I heard him asking. “Just spending summer break here with a friend.”, I answered. “Just a friend or your boyfriend?”, he asked. “Just a friend, a girl.”, was my answered and he pulled out another question: “Is your friend as hot as you?”, He winked at me. Jesus, where was this conversation going. That guy was direct. “She isn’t that bad.”, I answered. “Nice.”, Zayn said.

And with that the elevator stopped at the lobby and the doors opened.

“What are your plans for tonight? Clubbing?”, he asked with a nod at my outfit. “Obviously. We’re going to the party in the club here in the hotel.”, I replied. “Cool, hopefully see ya there.”, he said and I smiled at him. The he left and went in the direction of a group of four boys that seemed to be waiting for him. When they were out of sight I just shook my head. This Zayn guy was definitely not the type of guy I liked. I liked confident boys, but he was a bit to sure of himself.

A minute later Lauren arrived at the Lobby and I started to tell her about my weird elevator ride.