The next day I got out of the cab, and looked up to the hotel where Sarah was staying. I walked myself inside, and over to the front desk. A woman that was dressed in a suit looked up at me, "How can I help you today ma'am?"
"What room is Sarah Paulson stayin' in?"
The woman looked back at her computer, and typed in the name, to find nothing. "I'm sorry, we don't have anyone here by that name."
"Try Abigail Warren."
The woman looked again, and it popped up. "Room 245, floor three." She handed me a key upon my request, without any hesitation.
"Thank ya, ma'am." With that I made my way to the elevator, and rode it to the third floor. I felt excitement wash over me as the doors opened and I stepped out into the nice, modernized corridor. I turned right and walked down the long hallway, checking the rooms as I went.
238...
239..
240..
The closer I got to my girlfriend's room the happier I seemed to get. Finally, I found Sarah's room and I pulled the key card out of the slip, and swiped it. The red light turned green, and the door unlocked. I stepped inside, I looked up to see Sarah sitting on the bed, and Holland leaning down... Their lips connected. I dropped everything I had in my hands and ran out of the room, tears streamed down my face.
My feet took me straight to the elevator as soon as the doors opened I hit the lobby button. Just as the doors started to close I heard Sarah yell my name. "Rose!!" Over and over till the doors closed.
I violently wiped away my tears as the doors opened back up and I was at the lobby. There was Sarah in front of the elevator.
"I-I ran d-down the stairs," Sarah breathed. "Please let me-me explain." I pushed past the actress and made my way out of the hotel.
I tried to hail a cab, but I felt a hand grab my own. "Please, Rose!"
"Get o-off me!" I yelled, tugging my arm away.
"Let me explain what happened back there."
I stayed silent, and kept my eyes off her. A cab stopped and I got inside, Sarah tried to get in with me, but I forced the driver to go. I wanted to look back, but I couldn't dare do it.
. . .
"Do ya at least want me to drive ya to the airport?" I shook my head.
"No," I smiled weakly at my aunt. "I'll be fine. Thank ya, Aunt G. For everythin'."
"I'm only a phone call away if ya need anyone. I know this can't be easy.."
"I'll be fine, don't worry 'bout me. It'll be better once I get home."
"Alright," Gloria enveloped me in her arms. "I love ya, darlin'."
"I love ya too," I hugged her back. "I gotta go or I'll miss my flight."
TBC
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Country Girl ♡ S.P
RandomRose Travis a twenty three year old, down home country woman. Born in raised in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Is sent to the "big apple" New York. To visit her aunt for a month. What will happen when a few mishaps lead her to a certain celebrity? *O/C and Sarah...