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I laid down on the bed. I was exhausted, my first day of work was great but I now need to take a relaxing shower. I didn't do it though, I fell asleep after a few second.
AFTER A WEEK
The first week was really good here, I speak a lot in English. Yesterday Ashton Kutcher arrived at the hotel, I was shocked when I saw him. Especially when he asked me his keys for his room. Suite, I should say. If I think that I know where he sleeps I can pass out.
Giulia and Carlotta were laughing at me when they saw me red as a tomato in front of him. I was stuttering a lot, I still feel ashamed.
I just need to get used to it. In the same morning Leonardo di Caprio and Nicolas Vaporidis arrived at the hotel and the same scene got repeated. At least Nicolas is Italian so it was more simple.
The afternoon was pretty calm, except when Robert Pattinson asked me in a swim suit were the swimming pool was.
My thoughts were interrupted when the phone started to ring. I answered it and I reserved the room.
I was registering the call in the right book and I got scared when I heard someone beating a hand on the table. I was so concentrate in what I was doing that I didn't look at the person in front of me.
"My keys" this person said. So I looked up.
It was a guy, his skin was a little bit dark. He had a typical English accent and he was wearing a black t-shirt with a black leather jacket, sunglasses and he had a beautiful hair cut. I was sure he was a couple of years older than me.
"Did you hear what I've just said? I want my keys" he said mad.
"Excuse me?" I said getting mad too.
"I. want. my. keys" he told me taking off his sunglasses.
Oh goodness. I know this guy, he is...he is, oh heck what is his name? He sings in the band Two Connections. No it doesn't sound right. One Road, One Connection...One Direction. Oh Gosh yes it's him, one of the member of the English band. I don't' know his name though.
I've never been a fan of them, I should call my sister Victoria, she loves them and I'm sure she'll be excited to know who I'm talking to right now.
"What the heck, do you understand or what? Give me my damn keys!" he screamed at me.
"No" I replied.
"What?" he asked me getting even more angry.
"No, I'm not giving you your keys" I replied maybe more mad than him.
"I want to talk to the director and tell him you're definitely incompetent"
"The director is not here. I don't care if you're one of that English band, I command behind this desk so I decided that I'm not giving you the keys until you apologize " I told him with my bossy tone.
He started to laugh hysterically.
"Are you so evil and unpleasant with everyone?" he asked me still mad.
"I am if the person who talks to me is not kind to me. If you're not going to be nice to me, I'm not going to be nice to you"
"Stupid spoiled child" I said in Italian, I knew he didn't understand it.
"Oh goodness. Fuck, ok!" he said rolling his eyes.
"May I have the keys?" he asked me with a fake smile. I didn't answer but I looked at him to let him now that he had to say something else.
"Please?" he asked as if it was a question.
I faked a smile too.
"Better, what's your name?"
"I'm not going to answer it" he said disgusted.
"Alright, no keys" I said smiling.
"Zayn, Zayn Malik" he said.
"I'm sure you didn't know" he whispered while he was rolling his eyes again.
I checked his reservation on the computer and I turned around to grab the keys.
"Suite number 114, it's upstairs at the first floor and the elevator it's here on the right"
He grabbed the keys and he started to walk away. I faked a cough and it worked because he turned around.
"Ehm thanks?" he asked me mad, I nodded right after he walked away.
I can't put up with him.
ZAYN'S POV
I need a vacation. I'm tired, stressed, frustrated, mad and then I find this...this, ok let's say it. I find this bitch who does the fake boss.
She's pretty though. She's tall enough, not too fat and not to skinny. I've always been interested in girls with a good bum and huge boobs, hey I'm Zayn Malik so I can! I have fun every night with a different girl.
So this one, I can tell she's not my type. She has brown hair though, just like the girls I like.
I'm forgetting something. Uhm...her accent is American, kinda pretty. But there's something else that makes me think about her.
Her smile. It's the best one I've ever seen, it's better than Perrie's.
Here we go again. Stop. I can't handle it anymore. I need to relax and enjoy this vacation.
No Perrie, no band. Just me and no one else.
Finally.
MARTA'S POV
Who does he think he is? Even though he is a famous person he must be respectful.
He's just a spoiled guy, who is used to be served by other people. I don't know a thing about this band but he's really pretty. He has a beautiful smile but his eyes...wow.
What the hell am I saying? I hate him! He's not nice and not respectful.
