Last First Kiss (One Direction Fan Fiction) (Charlotte's Directions Book Two)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29         Charlotte POV            Day 51 of Tour: New York City

It was two whole cities later and I found myself face to face with the Big Apple. We were fifty one days into the tour. It was the second or third Tuesday of muggy August. People pushed and shoved across shopping bag littered streets; packed into one busy city like a can of sardines. The sun was ten times hotter here: the fans ten times as crazy. But I liked it.

“Hey! Hey wait up!” I scrambled to get my suitcase into the swirling door of our hotel. My calls were drowned out by a screaming siren.

The wheels of my bag flipped on me. I dropped the heavy thing, staring down at it irritably. I kicked it.

“Be nice to suitcase,” I heard Louis’ voice say. I turned around and saw him standing behind me, a hand on his waist. He came up and took the stubborn bag from me. “And suitcase will be nice to you,” Lou finished with a grin.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “He started it though,” I mock whined.

Louis pretended to be disappointed in the lifeless piece of luggage. He lifted it to his face and scolded it with a shaking finger. I giggled.

“Louis! Charlotte!” Grumpy Harry hollered from inside the hotel. “We need to check in now! Stop messing around!”

Lou threw his bag over his back and held onto the handle of mine. As we walked into the resort Louis approached Harry. “If you weren’t so bossy maybe we wouldn't be so rebellious.”

Hazza rolled his eyes while I gave my best bud a well-deserved high five.

We each got our assigned rooms. I was bunking with Louis, but Niall and Zayn were in an adjoined suite next door. Liam and Harry got to spend the week with Paul and our security guards in a fancy area upstairs.

Louis and Niall raced to our floor.

On the stairs.

I preferred the elevator.

They beat me to the third floor by a matter of seconds. I came out of the automatic doors with Zayn trailed behind me. He talked about another time when he and the rest stayed in New York before. I smiled and nodded; my mind swirling with song lyrics and photo shoot schedules.

We had a very busy week ahead of us.

“Charles! Charles Lindberg!”

“I’m here,” I came up behind the bouncing boy and slit our keycard into the door; which was just what he had wanted from me.

“Thanks!” Lou ducked into the suite.

“Hey,” An Irish tongue purred. I turned my head and smiled up at Niall. “Why don’t you swing by my room after you get settled and we can go for a walk?”

I nodded and shuffled my shoulder in attempt to keep my leather bag from falling. “Sounds good. I’ll be over in a minute.”

Niall left a lingering kiss on my lips. Fireworks went dark as he pulled away at the sound of Zayn calling him.

“You have our keys, man! Let me in.”

Niall shot me a handsome grin before trotting to the room to my left.

With a content sigh I slipped into Lou and my room. I leaned up against the door. My eyes inspected the room.

Three stairs ran down from the front door to a big open flat. Two beds were facing each other on opposite walls; one on the left and another on the right. From there you kept walking to a patio balcony that overlooked Times Square. A round modern light hung down to the middle of the room where the ground dipped down into a small sitting area with table and chairs.