Diana

Chapter 33 - New Girl Best Friend | Chat With Louis

New Girl Best Friend [33]

Hey, this is Leslie. I got your number from Shayne's, care if you're having breakfast with me in my hotel? I'm in Park Plaza Riverbank London something, big love X

Leslie texted me few seconds ago as I nod in approval, I already took a shower. I shrug my shirt on, shoving my legs in my skinny jeans. I shoved my shoes on once I arrived at the front door, leaving my flat without any permission to my mom and my sister. The sun was covered with gray thick clouds, I directly entered my car, switching the car engine on as I drove heading to Park Plaza Riverbank London. 

Diana... My girl, I haven't spoken to her right from the start when I met Leslie and Ace. Oh my, what if I'm starting to fall in love on Leslie? Oh.. no. I know that won't happen. And that was probably the worst prediction that I thought inside my head. The enormous building slip out my thoughts, I parked my car at the vacant parking lot, hopping off the vehicle and enter the big hotel as fast as I can before fans are going to mob me. I walked to the counter, asking what room Leslie was. Okay, room one hundred thirty-five. That would probably be the third or fourth floor. I darted to the elevator, a little girl with her mom waiting patiently as the door dinged open as they head out. The little girl's eyes dart to mine, a little smile placed around her lips. I smiled back, the mom looked back as she grinned and waved. The elevator suddenly went close as it opens once again. I walked down the hallway, small picture frames hang around the floral walls. Leslie's room showed up finally, I knocked the door and waited for the door open patiently. Leslie opens the door, a grin placed underneath her identified sadness. 

"Hey," she spoke brightly. "Come in, please." She smiles as I take a couple of steps to her hotel room. It's a very big hotel room I must say. I sat on the mattress, my eyes examining the whole hotel. It's not bad as it looks like, well, I expected it to be nasty and gross. But oh well, this is like the weirdest and oddest point of view that I have experienced. Ha.

"So, where do you think you want to eat?" She questions me. 

"I think it's nice if we're having breakfast in the restaurant downstairs." I suggestively respond. 

"Oh, sure." She grins, tossing her shirt but paused. "Turn around you little perv."

"All right, sorry, jeez." I laughed and turned around, staring at the blank cream wall. 

"Heaven's sake, it's been four minutes!" I whined.

"Right, you can turn around now." She replies as I oblige what she said.

I gazed at her top to toe, crap, she's gorgeous: she was using a yellow floral dress that reaches her knees, and a pair of sky blue colored flats. Light makeup is placed underneath her face and her brunette hair was pulled up on a ponytail. A small bow necklace hang around her neck and a bracelet charm grasped around her wrist. Damn, she's beautiful.

"Wow," I gazed. "You're beautiful." I complimented, my eyes didn't still leave hers. 

"Stop gazing and let's go." She interrupted my thoughts and I shrug in approval. We head to the hotel lobby and entered the fancy restaurant. 

"Do you fancy to go here.. or we can go to a different place?" I asked, since she was very uncomfortable for the past few minutes.

"No, no. It's fine." She lies. Heaven's sake, why are lies are famous lately? Oh well. 

"You're very uncomfortable around," I remarked.

"No, I'm fine." She laughs. "This is a very beautiful place, since it's a British restaurant. I want to try a British dish here."