A/N: Word Count 1264
"Anastasia Gordon"
"Ah, room three-eighty, floor twenty, here you go" the woman passed me the keys to my room and I scanned my credit card before I punched in my pin number and then headed over to the elevator and slipped into it, between the doors.
I pressed the '20' button and sat on my suit case as I stared at the doors, waiting for them to open again to my floor.
I hit my black heels together as if I was Dorothy from the Wizard Of Oz, my fingers drummed on the top of the satchel and stared at the doors to the elevator, waiting for them to open.
And as if I was a God, the doors opened and I jumped onto my feet, grabbed my suitcases and then started walking out of the elevator, until someone bumped my shoulder, "Sorry mate"
I continued walking down the hall, muttering my room number to myself as I walked down the hotel hall, before I found my room. Grinning I slid my room key card down the swipey thing and turned the knob of the door before I looked inside.
"Holy shit I hit the jack pot" the door closes behind me and I hurried forward, dropping my suit case before I pounced onto the large bed. Giggling I hit the mattress and flew upwards before I laid on my back and stretched out as I stared at the roof as I sighed at it in wonder - since I was in a completely different country and I have no clue of what to do next.
After all, I am Australian and not American.
"You know, I think I'm going to shower, go to sleep and then figure out what to do in the morning" I spoke to myself, since I always did that, ever since I was little. Kinda hard to talk to people when no one is there to listen.
Getting off of my bed I go to the bathroom, shower, change into my pajama's and then go to sleep.
The Next Morning:
So, it looks like they have a pool here... a sly grin pulls onto my lips and I quickly grabbed to two piece bathing suit as well as a large, over sized shirt I sleep in and then my water proof camera.
Quickly I walked out of my room, key card in the shirt breast pocket before I hurried up to the top of the building where the pool was. Entering the swimming pool area I plop down on a chair and turned the camera on, "Hello, hello, hello little lovers. It is I, Anya of Australia!"
Grinning like an idiot in the empty swimming pool I pushed my brown hair out of my face before I stared into the eye of the camera, "And, the first thing I am going to do in New York is take a swim before we head out into the big, scary city that I am sure to get lost in"
Putting the camera down next to me I pulled the red shirt off before I picked my camera off and hurried over to the edge, "Now... in you go" I threw the camera into the pool and then dived in afterwards, reaching to the bottom I grabbed the camera and then swum up to the water surface.
Pushing my hair out of my face I moved the camera to stare at my face and I raised an eye brow at it, "Is this the kind of thing you guys wanted to see? Because I find my life particularly boring when I'm hold a camera, can't I just reinact stupid things that happen to me like - FUCK!" I screamed as I swam into the edge of the pool.
I dropped my camera into the pool and put my hands on my head as I squeezed my eyes shut in pain, "Fuck that hurts like hell"
After a few moments I dived down and grabbed the camera and swam up to the surface, "I'm going now, I'll see you guys out on the street" I turned the camera off and climbed out of the swimming pool.
I hurried down to my room, changing into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt before I tugged on a pair of boots, removed my contacts and replaced them with my glasses and hurried towards the lobby.
Suddenly I crashed into someone, squealing we both fell over and had food all over us, "Blagh..." I groaned, sitting up I pushed my hair out of my face and blinked at everything blurry, "I... what happened?" suddenly a pair of glasses were pushed onto my face and I blinked.
"Oh, thank you - HOLY CRAP I AM SO SORRY!" I yelled, climbing off of the boy and tried to wipe the cream off of his face, only to smear it about, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry mate - I was just excited to go into the city and pull a Crocodile Dundee move." I cried out, trying to get the remains of the food off of the guy.
"It's okay... I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." the guy rubbed some cream off of my cheek and I looked at his face.
"Oh shit." I gaped at Niall Horan in shock, "Dude, I'm so sorry - please don't send your fans after me." I begged him.
He giggles, "I wouldn't do that. Don't worry." he smiles, standing up he grabbed onto my slippery hands and pulls me onto my feet before he grabs my camera and wipes it on a clean patch of his jeans, "Ah..." he looks me over before he bends down and pushes it into my boot, "There we go."
"I'm so sorry about this mate - oh god, I feel bloody terrible." I smacked my forehead as I stared at him, biting my lip, "Can I ever repay you? How about I buy you some cake?"
"It's fine." he laughs, "Hey, aren't you that Anya girl from You Tube."
Oh shit. He know's who I am.
"....Maybe...." I stared a him in fear.
"I love your videos, especially that one where you pretended to be Harry."
"... Oh god, you saw that?" I laughed, push the hair out of my face again.
"Yeah, I liked when you did me too! It was funny." he chuckles.
"... Hey... I know this is a bit random, especially since I just - uh, you know what, forget about it." I waved my hand at him before I stuck it out for him to shake.
He eyes me curiously before he shakes it, what ever the food was - it had a lot of cream in it.
"I owe you some cake, maybe some Anzac biscuits too." I chewed my lip, "Listen, I'll bake some tonight and if tomorrow I'll walk all around the hotel, searching for you to give you the baked goods."
"Sounds delicious." he smiles at me.
"Right, I better go get cleaned up to get the ingredients, you should to." I gave him another 'I'm sorry again' look.
I waved to him before I hurried back to my hotel room, still a tad bit in shock that I had bumped into that Irish guy from One Direction, and ruined his food. No one ever deserves getting their food ruined, and him being mega famous and all was not going to win me brownie points with the world.
Oh well... it look's like I'm going to be baking tonight.
