One Way Or Another FINISHED

Chapter 3

All the girls went with the guys to the elevator, splitting in two groups so the girls wouldn't get lost, leaving Cinder to care for the rooms. She took care of it, renting out the pent house for herself, and renting 5 rooms on the same floor as the boys, pairing the girls up in twos. After calling Ashlyn and telling her, she walked towards the elevator with the key cards, looking down at them and sorting them by number, sliding hers into the secret pocket on the inside of her jacket. She was looking down for just a second waiting for the elevator, and when it opened she ran smack into a rock hard body. She almost fell, but strong arms rapped around her and held her up. She looked up to find two blue green eyes looking at her. For a second neither of them breathed, then he pulled her into the elevator, pushing the seventh floor button.

"Thank you, for not letting me fall, and for coming back to get me." He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. "Thank you for helping me get the guys to stop teasing me. Are you really a princess?" She smiled weakly, going into her secret pocket and pulling out a small ruby tiara, placing it perfectly in her hair. She then turned to him, and completed a prefect and proper curtsy, with ease. He just nodded.

"If you're a princess, then what's your full name?" She placed the tiara back in her pocket, walking out of the elevator with him behind her.

"Cinder Rose Ella Charming Sterling. It's long and complicated, I had it shortened to Cinder Ella Charming when I came here. I'm the bank behind the Pouncer-Ella's. I asked them not to put my name in it, so they used my middle name. They also say it quickly when they announce it, so it sounds like Cinderella, and no one notices when I say my name is Cinder." They reached the door, and he opened it for them. She walked in to find all the girls passed out. Harry walked up, pulling her into a hug, leaving an arm around her after and walking her into the kitchen area of the second conjoined room, far enough away from the girls to talk. Niall was frowning, but she shrugged it off. He must still be trying to believe her. Well, she didn't care. She didn't need or want him. She was perfectly fine just listening to his music from a far.

"Liam, here are the keys. Two girls per room. Go by age, pair them up, young to old, so that there will be no fighting and the older can watch over the younger. I have the pent house, and you need a key to even get on the floor, so I'll be fine. I'm going to go to my room now and change. I need to go swimming and clear my head for tomorrow. I'll give Niall my servants number, so they can have the girl's stuff picked up." Harry wrinkled his forehead.

"Why Niall?" She blushed, realizing someone would ask. "When they saw the um, running around and dancing, they assumed Niall had already courted me and won me over. To them, he's basically my husband unless I say otherwise. They called while I was playing 200 questions with Louis and left a voicemail congratulating me. Ok, gotta go!!" She ducked out from under Harry's arm and made a run for it, but was to slow. Niall caught her, pulling her and holding her in a lock from behind.

"Hold on just a second Wifey. How exactly can they think we're married? There wasn't an announcement, or wedding, or proposal, or rings." She sighed. She really hated explaining her culture to people. He let her go, and they boxed her in against a wall. She rolled her eyes.

"None of that matters to us. We are Romani, we do not hold customs as such." She let her accent come out, and Harry gave a cheeky smile. She ignored him, continuing.

"To put it simply, our royalty is held in honor with respect and love, but we must remain cold to be able to be fair. A prince or princess must be hard to court, for there are many people after money. You're words for our type would be cold hearted bastard or cold hearted bitch. For me to smile, and run around with Niall, and above all, for me to let him hug me and catch me, would mean that he passed all the courting tests and has become my husband. We do not believe in one god, but many, and there is no god for marriage, so we do not hold a ceremony. Often we think jewelry should be worn only on special occasions, so a ring would not be worn most of the time. We've picked up wearing wedding bands sometimes, but it is something we are still stepping in to." Louis was the first to speak.