One Journey, the Final

Chapter 4:

After I speedily responded with a, "yes!" and winky smiley face, I jumped in the shower. I blasted the music as I scrubbed my hair with strawberry-vanilla scented shampoo, singing poorly along to the song. My voice sounds like a dying cow, but we can't all be perfect. When I was finished and drying myself off, I quickly pulled out a comfy printed shirt  that said, "I mean, this is exhausting," along with grey shorts and red Toms. I overall looked very casual, especially after throwing my uber-curly hair into a bun. I would kill it later with a de-tangler spray and brush. Ouch, I cringed, anticipating the awaiting pain that it would bring, and massive headache. I glanced quickly in the mirror, though honestly I didn't care how I looked. It was watching a movie, simple as that. It's not like we were going out to eat at 23 Peak or some other fancy restaraunt. Without fussing over my hair for another minute, I ran into my Cadillac Escalade and sped off to Harry's hotel. I examined the address he had texted me, and was there within a few minutes. The streets were less crammed tonight, which is a miracle considering I live just outside of New York City. I pulled into the closest parking space, and sped walked to the front entrance. The receptionist greeted me with a wide smile and big sparkling eyes.

                "How may I help you, Miss?" she asked, trying to appear as interested into my life as possible.

"I'm looking for ah, mister, mister..." I said, running through my messages. They had registered with fake names, and I had forgotten what they were. "Oh yes. Mr. Leonard Nowel, I believe he's in room A18?"

            "Why yes, it says here in the records that Mr. Nowel is in A18. Let me call him to let him know you’re here,” she said, picking up a smooth powder blue connected phone and dialing in the number.

“Yes hello, Mr. Nowel, I have a—” she paused, waiting for me to give her my name.

“Annabel.” I automatically responded.

“Yes Miss Annabel. Should I send her in? Uh-huh. Okay. Gotcha,” she said with a smile. “Well, you go on along and see him," she winked. I was a little taken off-guard by the wink. Did she know that Leonard was really Harry? I had no other theory.

It took a while, but I eventually found room A18. The signs did me no service at all, and I was lost for like 10 minutes. Luckily I ran into a cleaning maid and she politely directed me to my destination. When I reached his door, I felt my heart rate leap to a higher pace. Sweat formed on my palms. I wiped it off on my shorts. I stood there for a while, willing myself to knock. My arm was defiant in every way, becoming limp and numb, and not knocking. I blew in a few breaths, wiped the stupid smile off my face, and counted to five. 1-2-3-4...what's after four? Oh yah. Five! When I reached five, I shot my arm up and knocked before I could realize what I was actually doing. Before I could run away in desperate fear, the door swung open, and I met the blue eyes of a boy I did not know. He had a piece of bacon hanging out of his mouth, a sweet face, and light blonde hair. He kindly smiled at me, to which I replied with a,

                "Oh I'm sorry. I must be at the wrong place." I was just about to turn around and go cry in a corner out of embarrassment when his strong Irish accent said,

                "Nope. You must be Annabel. Harry's right inside, making a few snacks. Come on in." Now I was really freaked out, but calm at the same time. I followed the Irish boy inside to their suite, and nearly died when I found myself staring at three other boys. Two of them had a slight brown colored hair, and the other black with a streak of blonde swooped up to look like whipped cream. I sheepishly smiled, and the blonde haired bow introduced me to them.

                "Alright lads. This is Annabel, Harry's....girlfriend. Say hi!" They all joined in a chorus of "hello's", all in a British accent.