Kian left a few hours later for work and I felt lonely as soon as he was gone. I watched him from the window walk toward the parking garage, my heart sinking with every step he took. I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling toward him but I knew that it had to mean something. This wasn't the sort of thing that just happens. I would have described it as fate if I wanted to be cheesy. I felt like I was in some kind of romantic comedy movie, waiting for the director to call cut.
I picked up things around the room. Although it was a hotel and I have someone coming to clean the room, I always felt bad about leaving things a mess. I decided to venture down to the lobby in hopes of finding some brochures or something for nearby things to do. May have been in LA for 4 days but I didn't quite understand Uber or how to get a taxi just yet.
I walked through the lobby dodging other guests heading the restaurant for lunch. The small library off to the side looked empty so I made a swift change of direction and headed in. A couple of teenage girls were sat on a sofa with a laptop giggling to themselves. Cat videos, I thought, gotta be.
I walked toward the bookcase glancing over the titles they had for the guests to borrow. Mostly standard books, what you would expect from any library, scattered with a few magazines and children's books. I stood in front of a large brochure standee, looking over the titles of the various locations and events that were advertised for tourists. Tourists. That was the problem, everything in the brochures seemed too touristy. I didn't want to be a tourist, I wanted to blend in.
I settled on heading back to The Grove, I figured if anything I could get something to eat and window shop. I turned facing the back wall of the room, pictures of celebrities lining the wall, autographed. I had to admit it was a bit impressive but also seemed surreal. I couldn't believe I was staying in the same hotel as these people. I heard a familiar voice and turned my head toward the door. No one was there, I was finally going insane. I turned back toward the wall. I heard it again, I glanced toward the girls smiling as they stared into their laptop screen. I walked closer and I was certain, I was hearing Kian's voice.
"Hey," I said trying not to appear to be a total creep.
"Hi," the girls said in sync.
"What are you watching?" I asked trying to peek over the screen.
"YouTube," the one on the left answered without looking away from the screen.
"Kian and Jc," the other side glancing up for a mere second.
"Who are they?" I asked, my heart beating out of my chest.
"YouTubers," the said in sync, I could feel my face warming as I blushed.
I headed out of the room and out the door, preparing for my walk to The Grove. I pulled out my phone and googled "Kian Lawley" 523,000 results, my heart sank. Twitter, YouTube, Instagram, Vine, Snapchat. Was there a social media he didn't have? IMDB linked him to multiple acting roles. Fan accounts full of facts that I wasn't even sure were true. I clicked over to images, thousands of photos of him covered my iPhone screen. Pictures from years ago, some more recent. Some with fans, some with Andrea, some with friends. I was in shock, locking my phone and shoving it back into my pocket. How was this possible? Had I met someone famous and I didn't even know it?
Kian was someone special, someone extraordinary. What was I? An ordinary girl, that had to go home eventually and would go back to doing nothing special. While he would continue his life and most likely not even remember me.
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Extraordinary: A Kian Lawley Story
Fanfiction"You're much too extraordinary to live such an ordinary life." Some people feel as though they are destined for greatness. Ella feels as though she is destined for the more ordinary side of life. Always feeling as though there is more to life than h...
