Spitfire

Chapter 6

The hotel we were staying at was gigantic. It was about four stories high and was connected to a shopping center. I couldn't help but gawk at the enormity of its structure.

"This is where we are living for the next few weeks." Paul announced as we walked up to the front desk. He had to practically yell over all the females in the lobby. "And this is our welcoming committee." He chuckled, eyeing the growing mob cautiously.

I frowned. "So they really are a huge thing here, huh?" One of the many girls bumped into me and I offered a nasty look.

Paul chuckled and nodded. "It's amazing how well they have done. The response in America isn't much different compared to London."

While on the plane Paul had mentioned in a text that the band we were babysitting was called One Direction. They originated off some show...the Z Factor or something. I guess they didn't end up winning, but somehow they are growing faster than the person who had beaten them in the competition.

I didn't really pay attention to anything else he had sent me. I was too engrossed in the game I had found on my phone.

When we had finally made it to the front desk, the clerk gave me an evil look.

"I'm sorry, but we are booked. I don't care if you are 'the biggest fan' or whatever. I cannot let you see them." He said. His voice was nasally and he had dark brown eyes. His hair was styled very short, and with some grey peeking through the black hair.

"I'm sorry, but I already have a room. And I am in no way shape or form their 'biggest fan'. I would appreciate it if you wouldn't assume such things just because I am a girl." I said in response to his hostile greeting.

Paul sent me a smirk and gave the clerk a pair of cards.

"We're just checking in." He said calmly.

The clerk nodded once and glanced at me from the top of his glasses as he processed our ID's.

"Alright you are all signed in." He announced with a smile toward Paul.

I rolled my eyes, muttering about how ignorant some people are. Paul only shook his head.

"You're going to have to get used to it if you want to keep this job. And you will be keeping this job, right?" He looked at me as we pushed through the crowd and into the elevator.

"Yes, I cannot wait to begin babysitting these little fu-"

"Aiden." Paul cut off my sentence with a smirk.

I sighed and remained quiet until the elevator opened up on our floor.

"This is it. Now we have this whole level rented out so don't worry about running into any fans. We will be rooming with the boys at the end of this hall; room 43."

I dropped my suitcase.

"We have the whole floor to ourselves? Are you serious?"

Paul nodded and began walking away.

"Well shit, I guess I should follow." I yelled down the hall. Paul gave me the thumbs up.

"You would be correct."

With a huff and a few seconds hesitation to shake off the anxiety, I picked up my luggage and jogged ahead.

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH AND ASSHOLE!?" I heard someone shout from one of the rooms. The voice was followed by a series of shuffling and a loud thump.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME? YOU WANNA TRY THAT AGAIN?" Another voice screamed.

Paul glanced at me, a mixture of apprehension and exasperation in his eyes.