Room 2109

seventh

"Oh shit. Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Ashton rolled his eyes, "It's too loud not to hear."

"Huh?" Michael asked, "What did you hear, mister?"

"It's something about starting and trash like that." Ashton shrugged.

Calum and Luke weren't paying attention to what Michael and Ashton are talking about. They kept checking on different rooms, trying their greatest effort to know whether rooms are occupied or not.

"Ey, boys!"

Luke turned around immediately at the sound he heard. He realized that it came from the room that they prank-ringed earlier.

The other boys froze. Sooner, they turned around.

A man with full mustache came to view. Looking as if he just got out of a long slumber. He has silvery hair that extends up to the shoulder.

"Man, this dude owns a room here?" Michael scrunched his eyebrows, "It looks like he doesn't have a capa-"

"OW!"

Calum flicked his forehead and whispered, "Shut it!"

Ashton was the first to approach the mid-40s man.

"Uh- uhm, yes, sir?"

The man cleared his throat, "What is your business and why are you wandering at this time ruining people's lives?"

He said it too straight-forward. Ruined people's lives just because they knocked on his door? They're young and young people have fun.

"Are you on your monthly period, sir?" Michael laughed.

Calum's eyes widened and flicked his forehead. With Michael groaning in pain and the man growing redder in anger, Luke spoke.

"We are truly sorry, sir. We didn't mean to. We are just four teenage boys having... fun."

Michael laughed even more, "So gay!"

The man scoffed, "May I know the name of this man?" He pointed to Michael.

For once, the pale boy stopped laughing and stiffened.

"W-what? I wont-"

"He's Michael Clifford, sir. And he will apologize." Luke raised his eyebrows to Michael, giving him a look.

"Oh boy! He does not need to apologize. I would want to invite him to my room. Have tea, perhaps?"

The boys' sighed in relief. They were slightly happy that the man is now laughing. He even invited Michael!

"Just agree, Michael." Ashton whispered.

Michael faced him and hid his face to the man, "The fuck are you saying? I don't even know this dude."

"It's a simple way to say sorry. You have been disrespectful." Ashton reasoned out.

Luke announced, "Michael will be pleased to have tea with you, Mr...?"

"Oh, boy! It's George, nice meeting you, young man." The bearded man laughed huskily, holding his stomach as if he's in extreme joy.

"But, I would want to hear the answers from the lad himself. What do you think?"

The boys remained quiet. The only sound heard is the mixture of their breaths, along with Michael's tense intake of air.

"I'm sorry, Mr. George. I'm afraid I would have to say no." Ashton, Luke and Calum gasped. The man laughed half-heartedly.

"Well, then. Maybe sometime soon? I'll be looking forward to it." George, the man, turned away and entered his hotel door. He slammed it close and the sound echoed the corridors.