Naive || Michael Clifford

fifteen

Rea stopped in front of the fancy building, looking up in awe. Her stomach was in a frenzy, she was nervous as hell and upon looking down at her outfit, she realized she was way underdressed. The people going in and out of this hotel were dressed like the richest movie stars and she wore a pair of black highwaisted skinnies and an army green blouse. Great. She pulled her coat tighter around her frame, ducking her head into her brown scarf, trying to protect at least half of her face from the freezing air as she started towards the entrance. This was ridiculous, seriously. The lobby was beyond amazing and her life, with all her belongings were probably worth less than the statue that was placed in the middle of it. She stood in the room, looking around and taking it all in. The band had some serious money if they could afford to stay here, she looked like a black sheep inside this place.

She pressed the elevator's button, waiting for it quietly. By now, she was trembling from fear, what if she says something wrong? What if she makes a fool of herself? What if she literally passes out in front of them? There was so many things that could go wrong, fuck, she was about to meet her favourite band, why the hell did she agree to do this on her own? Why didn't she take Daisy with her?

The elevator dinged and she stepped inside, seeing an elevator man inside it, a young one, wearing the hotel's clothes that looked better than her whole closet, to be honest. She stepped inside, smiling at the man who directed her a smile back as soon as the doors opened.

"Good afternoon, miss, what floor will it be?" the guy, who looked around 25, to be honest, asked; was he always this nice? A plus for the staff here. He looked kind of cute and Rea could feel her cheeks grow pink, he had a really cute smile and the fact that he was directing it at her did not help, even if he was only being polite. She was a literal mess of hormones, nerves and Apple Jacks all mixed together.

"Uhm, floor fifty-four please," she told him and he nodded, pressing the button and making the doors close. The elevator ride felt like it was about eighty-four years long as her nerves kept growing stronger with every passing second. Her stomach was, by this point, filled with fire breathing dragons. Bigger than Smaug, from The Hobbit. And there was about ten of them inside her tummy right now. She was about to meet them. She was about to be in the same room as them; okay she was definitely sweating now. Also, there was a small possibility that she might throw up, no big deal. She started to tap her leg against the floor, trying to calm herself down. She was really freaking out, seriously, why did she decide to do this alone? She couldn't do it alone, there was no way she was going to do this on her own­-

Ding.

Fuck, she was doing this alone apparently.

The elevator door opened and she looked at the guy standing next to her. She was sure she looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Have a nice day," the guy said with a smile and by that point she was so scared, she wanted to tell him that he shouldn't let her go ­instead he could literally call the police for all she cared­ because she was a crazy obsessed fan with the band that's staying on this floor and was about to scream and draw more people inside.

"Thanks," she squeaked, her voice at least two octaves higher than usual and she flushed crimson, sinking her head into her scarf again. Why did the universe give her such high skills of embarrassing herself all the time? She quickly stepped out of the elevator and waited for the doors to close so she could take a deep breath. The door to their suite was right in front of her, just a few steps down the hallway and honestly, she was starting to see black dots. This wasn't normal, right?