Happily Never After *One Direction Fan Fiction*

Chapter 2: Hotels

I am so glad the television was invented. It has saved me from many boring situations such as this one. I'm lounging on the hotel's amazingly comfortable bed and watching this cooking show called The Stir that teaches you how to make overwhelmingly scrumptious smoothies with various types of exotic fruits such as the guava. What can I say? I've been watching the show since 10 A.M.(When we first got here) and it's already 12 AT NIGHT! I haven't had a wink of sleep in over 24 hours!! Aurora is not happy when she is sleepy. Oh no, siree

The reason for my insomnia? Oh yes, that's right... maybe you should ask the thousands of fangirls outside the hotel, screaming bloody murder. I had to raise the volume on the T.V. to 89 and at this point Bobby Flay's voice is probably going to be stuck in my head saying "Pass the mango." for about a month.

I'm sharing a room with Vanessa who is a super deep sleeper and hasn't even stirred. I'm starting to think that maybe all the noise deafened her. I even clapped my hands right above her ear and... nothing. Not even a flinch.

I settled myself into the springy bed and pulled the thick comforter over my head since it's so cold in London during winter. It's even colder here than it is in Chicago. I wrapped my pillow around my head to attempt to block out any sounds coming my way. The noise was muffled, but I could still hear Bobby Flay say, "Thanks for watching!" before I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to finally get a couple hours of deep sleep.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH"

A ear-splitting sound came at me and knocked me clear off my bed, leaving me to try and save myself by grasping the end table. Which flipped over. Onto my head.

PERFECT way to start the day!

I chucked the suprisingly jagged end table off my aching head toward Vanessa's side of the room.

"Erm... what time is it?" Vanessa rubbed her eyes and took out an orange thingy out of each of her ears. Is that what I think it is? Oh, please don't tell me that's what I think it is. If it is what I think it is, Vanessa. Is. Dead.

"Vanny! Are those ear-plugs?!?" I suffered through a whole 14 hours when this girl over here had two little things that could have sent me into a deep sleep. (Well didn't that sentence make me sound like a drug addict...Just think about it...)

"What else would they be?" She squeaked and pulled out a box with dozens of earplugs in it. "I thought I already gave you some." 

"Well you didn't!" I yelled and looked at the clock on Vanessa's end table. (Since mine well... you know...uhh, broke)

"We're going to be late for the tour!" I screamed at her and raced to the closet where my suitcase is.

"Relax, there are three more opportunities to get a tour. I was thinking we go shopping today." Vanny plopped down on her bed and stretched, going into her morning routine of various yoga positions. You see, Vanny, Jules, Lea, and I were invited to tour Briar University, the best college in the world. There are 4 days we can take the tour, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesay, and Thursday.(Today's Monday, just sayin') We won't for sure get a scholarship to Briar or be admitted, but there's a very good chance that we all might get a full scholarship. What Vanessa's saying is right. Plus, I need to buy some ear plugs, just in case. Oh, and a new clock.

"Alright, text Jules and Lea to meet us in the lobby in 15 minutes." I say and dig through my suitcase for some warm clothes while I leave Vanessa to tie herself up into a human pretzel. I did my hair in a simple braid down my back and threw on some of my most comfortable and warm clothes. I grabbed my fully charged phone from the charger and stuffed a few crumpled up American ten dollar bills in my pocket. I haven't had the chance to exchange them for the England currency, but I really hope they take American money. Vanessa stopped me before I walked out of the door.