Age is just a number (Troye Sivan Fanfic)

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                                                        Liz’s P.O.V

“STOP!” I yelled towards the people walking away with my best friend’s suitcase. They didn’t hear me. Which caused Makaila and I to run after them. We took off leaving our things there and since we were at the bagage claim there was suitcases everywhere. So of course we were tripping and I almost face planted the ground but caught my balance just in time. I looked up to see if I could see the people with the suitcase and I barely managed to catch a glimpse of them as they exited the building. Surprisingly Makalia was in front of me and was halfway to the door when Ivy comes out of nowhere and walks right in front of her. Of course you know what happens next.

BAMM

Makaila runs right into Ivy and they both come crashing down.

Ivy’s P.O.V

Somehow I managed to get lost and then I saw Liz and Makalia running so of course I decided to see what was up and then as I was running after then I tripped and as I got up I couldn’t see them anymore. I just stood there for a while until I thought I saw Liz’s beanie and chased after the person wearing the beanie. Yet again I got lost. And the next thing I knew I was falling.

“ARE YOU GUYS OKAY?!” I heard Liz yell from far away.

“Someone just unexpectedly ran into me, course I’m fine” I sarcastically mumbled

“HEY! It’s your fault for getting in my way!” Makaila half yelled

“Guys get your act together we have to go get Ivy’s luggage!”

“Wait what?! I leave for a couple minutes and you guys have already managed to lose my things?!”

“Umm. We’ll talk about that later!”

Makaila’s P.O.V

So there we were yet again running after the two guys that had Ivy’s luggage. To be honest I had no idea how we were going to play this. It’s not like everyday someone ends up with your bags. I wouldn’t really consider myself shy but it would be very awkward going up to someone and say.

“Hey umm, I think you have my bag…” Yeah.

“HEY LOOK IT’S THEM! Liz yelled

“Where?!”

“Over there!” Liz pointed far away towards a cab that the guys were getting into.

“STOP!!!”

“WAIT!”

“COME BACK!’ WAITTT!”

“NOOO WAIT COME BACK NOOO GET BACK!”

“STOP THAT CAB!!”

“DON’T LEAVEEEE!!”

“NOOO!”

Liz’s P.O.V

By the time we got there we were out of breath and they were gone.

“Well this is great” Ivy mumbled

“Oh Ivy, I promise we’ll get your things back”

“Yea how?! There’s TONS of people in London and you think we’ll just happen to run into them!?

“Whoa whoa wait! What’s this?”

Makaila bent down and picked something up.

“What is it?”

“Let me see”

All three of us were standing around the piece of paper she found.

“It’s an address to a hotel here in London”

“Not to burst your bubble or anything Makalia but we’ve already booked a hotel”

“Well, I’m strongly guessing that one of the guys dropped this and it just so happens that we are going to the exact same hotel”

“Are you serious!?”

“Grab our bags Liz. We’re going to go get Ivy’s back”

*AN HOUR LATER*

IVY’S P.O.V

When we arrived at the hotel I noticed that there was A LOT of girls. I was just thinking that maybe someone famous was staying at the hotel too. It was hard to get to the front of the door and when we finally got there we had to show the security guards evidence that we we’re staying there. Also, to top it all off they had to search us just in case we weren’t any of the girls pulling an act. Makalia went to go check us in and I’m guessing she asked about the two guys because when she came back she said that they couldn’t tell us for “privacy reasons”. Peachy, guess we’re just going have to look for them on our own. But jet lag was all I was worrying about right now.

“Can we just look for it tomorrow? By the next day they’ll realize they have the wrong bag and besides I am soo beat”

“Yeah, me too”

“Yeah, okay. I kinda am too”

*AT THE HOTEL ROOM*

 The instant Makaila and Liz hit the head they were fast asleep. For the past hour I’ve been trying to sleep but sleep just won’t come to me. I don’t know what it is. It’s not cold nor warm, maybe it’s just that I can’t get the idea of losing my luggage out of my mind. That or I’m just too excited to finally be here in London. I’ve been wanting to come here for a while now and now that I’m here “YouTubers” keeps popping up in my head. That’s not the only thing popping up in my head, hunger. We’ve barely eaten since we’ve arrived and due to the fact that it was early in the morning I couldn’t really go down to the main floor and ask for food. Nope, I had to go to a vending machine. To bad for me the nearest vending machine was one floor up.

“Ughh” I moaned causing Makalia to turn on her side on the bed (we're sharing one since there’s only two beds and Liz doesn't like the whole "My side your side thing").  I got up, put some boots on and grabbed a warm sweater. Then I was out of the room, half way down a hall, and onto an elevator. I pressed floor 4 and was on my way to grab some cheap snacks.

*Beep beep beep*

When I got out of the elevator I saw a guy jumping and kicking on the vending machine in the middle of the hallway. 

“What’s his problem?” I thought as I got closer to him. Whoa! To be honest he looked attractive, I didn’t see his face but I could see him from the side and behind. He was tall and had brown hair that was covered over by a beanie. He turned around and looked at me. He had the most gorgeous eyes I have EVER seen. They were blue.

“HOLY. CRAP”

On the outside the only sign of knowing this guy is my mouth open. But on the inside I’m jumping up and down, mentally hyperventilating, and shaking. I’m basically doing everything a fangirl does when she meets her favorite band, artist, actor, YOUTUBER.

Standing in front of me is none other than Troye Sivan.