- I'm back, this time with a new story. It's as Ashton Irwin, from 5SOS, if you didn't know. I'm sure you know did know, or else you wouldn't be reading this. Just ignore the last two sentences. I just really like talking, or I guess 'writing' is a better term. I don't know. But I am just going to go on with the story. Oh, and by the way, Pixie Lott is played by Rosemarie, which is the main character. Bel Grier, is her full name. Well, enjoy the story! -
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Prologue
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My eyes fluttered open, as the sun beamed through the bedroom window. The thin curtains shaded it a bit, but not much. This caused my eyes to squint, and twitch.
God damn light!
I pulled the fluffy sheets over my head. Although the sheet blocked off most light, I could still faintly see things. I guess that's as good as it'll get.
I sighed, while slowly uncovering my face. The sun hit my face like a brick, as I mocked my actions from earlier. I guess I might as well get use to it, as I will have to get up soon.
My arms extended up, along with my legs, as I stretched. My back made the familiar piping sound, as the chilly air nipped my bare chest. The sheets were currently pulled down to my waist.
My eyes traveled around the small hotel room. The small, round table stood in front of a black leather love seat. Beside that was another small, square table. An older telephone sat atop of the table, along with a small candle on the other. The couch had two small, dark red pillows in each corner.
After that, came a small bathroom with granite countertops, along with the floors. The walls were painted a dark grey color, with red towels, and a red shower curtain. There were countless bottles of Sweet Pea scented soaps and moisturizers.
There was also a small closet, full of wooden hangers. A teal blue cardigan hung loosely beside a small, black hoodie. Under that stood a ironing board, along with some white converse.
Sitting on the counter, was two empty bottles of red wine, along with a few beer cans. A microwave and coffee pot sat untouched. An empty bag of crisps sat there. Those things were greeted by my iPhone.
My eyes traveled to the black suit jacket, lying carelessly on the floor. A red tie laid atop the cushioned chair besides my bed. A necklace with a single diamond sat on the tie, as a white t-shirt hung off the headboard.
The white sheets covered black sheets beneath it. The pillows her black, as the sheets were soft and white. There was a small, black blanket near the edge of the bed. The headboard was dark brown, while it was around 2 feet taller than me.
As I saw all of these items, last nights events rushed into my mind. I remembered yet every detail. Not just every detail, but every detail was thorough.
I looked to my left, expecting to see her. I expected to see her beach blonde hair scattered everywhere, while her arms lie carelessly atop a pillow. I expected to see her mouth slightly open, some soft snores escaping.
Yet, I was greeted by nothing. She wasn't sitting in my bed. My arms weren't wrapped around her. Her legs weren't tangled in mine. There was no trace of her being here whatsoever.
I slowly, and calmly stepped out of bed. My feet hitting the cold, wooden floor sent shivers to erupt my body.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, while walking towards the bathroom. Once I reached the door, I softly knocked.
There was no reply so I opened it slowly. There wasn't a single person. There wasn't the gorgeous blonde I was hoping to see. Her chocolate eyes didn't warm me when I saw her. Her short height wasn't there to mold with my tall one.
It all felt wrong. Nothing felt right. This is weird, since girls usually don't run away like that. And I don't feel the weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.
As I was turning around to walk back to bed, my eyes spotted the one thing that could bring me to her. The one thing that would lead her to me. The one thing she would most likely start searching for.
The diamond necklace.
Once I saw it, my perspective about her changed. I know knew why I was feeling so strange. I know why I've never felt like this before. Everything was connecting to each other.
All I am completely positive about, though, is that I need to start Finding Cinderella.
