You're My Missing Melody - A Greyson Chance Love Story

Chapter 17: Mayfair

My jaw hung low, and I felt like my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. Was I seriously in London, the place I've always dreams and fantasied about visiting someday? I almost felt as if this were some kind of dream, that I would snap awake from any moment.

"Are you serious?" Was the only thing my brain was capable of conjuring up as a response. Greyson chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my nose.

"Are you excited?"

"Are you kidding me? OF COURSE I AM!"

Greyson laughed again and kissed my lips. "Let's go back in; we need to take our bags to the hotel."

After going back in, we hailed a cab (They have cabs in London, right?) and drove off to the hotel. We ended up staying in a hotel called Mayfair, which is actually pretty popular, and surprisingly not that big. From the outside at least. On the inside it had marble flooring, and the walls were painted a velvet red color. All the couches and other furniture against the walls looked brand new, which I always found hard to do with furniture. I've never seen a place like this, and it just made me love London more.

We booked three hotel rooms, one for Lisa and Scott, one for Alexa and Tanner, and one for Greyson and I. I was actually a bit surprised when I found out they allowed me and Greyson to have our own room. It turned out to be Alexa and Tanner's idea; they were willing to bunk together, and talked Lisa and Scott into it all on their own. I don't know why the hell they did it, but I wasn't complaining.

All of us parted our ways for a while, to unpack and get settled. As soon as Greyson and I entered our room though, I almost passed out. Walls of dark red and thin gold stripes. The carpet was a rich brown. Beautiful realistic paintings hung on the walls of various sorts. An oak table sat near the small kitchen area, which was separated by an island. A flat-screen hung on the wall opposite of the king sized bed, with a comforter that matched the walls, with golden pillow cases.

"You like the room?" Greyson asked as I slowly strolled over to the bed, setting my bags down.

My gaze turned over to him, just looking him up and down for a moment. He looked just as handsome as ever, with his shaggy brown hair and sparkling eyes. Just his presents made my heart leap.

I ran over to him, jumping into his arms and pressed my lips to his. He stumbled just a bit at my sudden burst of energy, but didn't argue with my affection as he kissed me back.

When I pulled away I replied, "It's beautiful,"

"Glad you like it." He kissed my nose and sat me down. "Since it's like seven o'clock, you want to order room service and watch a movie or something?"

A smile formed on my lips. "Yeah, that sounds good,"

While Greyson went to order us some food, I dug through my suitcase to find a pair of pajamas. I decided on my cupcake pajama pants and my pink tank top. After changing in the bathroom (which was also gorgeous, which is strange to say about a bathroom), and throwing my hair up in a sloppy ponytail, I walked out to find Greyson had already changed into some red plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt.

The food came quicker than I anticipated. He just ordered pizza, which I didn't honestly mind.

"Greyson?" I asked. He looked up at me with his shining chocolate orbs.

"Yes, love?"

"Why did you bring me here?"

He sat his food down and took my hand. "Because I knew how badly you wanted to visit here, and I wanted to make you happy,"

"Greyson, bringing me here made my life,"

He chuckled a bit.

I continued on. "You don't know how much this means to me, no boy has ever done something this far for me."

"I love you, just always remember that."

"I love you, too." I leaned in and kissed him. "But what about your work?"

"After we went on Ellen, I went and talked to her and told her my plan on coming here. She was practically fan-girling over 'how cute the idea was' and even offered to pay for the trip, and let me have time off."

I smiled. "Next time you talk to her, tell her I give a thousand thank yous, and Greyson?"

"Yes?"

"Please, never say fan-girling ever again."