UnStarStruck

UnStarstruck

This is my first story on wattpad so basically I have no clue what I am doing… bear with me.

Clare’s POV

You have got to be kidding me, seriously. If I get shoved one more time I swear these girls will be missing some teeth. I have so many bruises from their bloody elbows I look like a smurf. It really shouldn’t be this hard to get out of a hotel. I shoved my way through the paparazzi and screaming fans to the other side. I breathed in deep to calm myself down.

I reached for my purse, wait where was my purse? I looked around and saw it no where. Crap it must still be up in my room. I scowled at the crowd which was still smothering the entrance to the hotel. This is going to me so much fun!

I started to push my way through; I actually got most of the way with minimal amounts of elbowing that was until I had one row of the paparazzi to go. I tried looking for an opening, “Excuse me, excuuuuuuuuse me, sorry could you just… pardon but… GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!!!!!” I screeched. I was so sick of this, but their shock gave me an opening. I slipped through and approached the door and was about to step into the hotel lobby when a hand blocked my way.

“Nice try miss, but you’re going to have to wait out here like the rest of them” he had a gruff voice, like grumpy from ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs’.

“I have a room here, room 354” I sighed.

“Room key please” he held out his hand.

“That’s the thing; I forgot my purse that’s why I need to get inside. I left my door unlocked” I pleaded.

“Step away from the door miss”

“You can’t be serious! I have planned this for months, I can’t believe this! I’m going to… ahhh!” I stormed away from the door and a very smug looking doorman.

“Stupid fans, stupid paparazzi, stupid door man, stupid hotel, stupid music, stupid TV show…” I muttered as I walked down the ally way trying to find a back door to the hotel. Why did One Direction have to stay in the same hotel as me? I had been planning this trip for schoolies since February and I had worked my butt off all year to be able to afford the tickets and other such things. Plus it was cold here; I could be at the Gold Coast right now but no. You had to dream big didn’t you Clare! I mentally slapped myself.

I saw a door up ahead that looked like the back entrance for the employees of the hotel, put my head down, crossed my arms across my chest and walked towards it. Then I smacked into something tall and strong and it was most definitely not a door. I toppled backwards.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there” said an Irish voice.

“Obviously” I picked myself up off the pavement then looked at the person in front of me. He had blonde hair that was styled perfectly which meant he either spent ages on it or it was like that when he woke up.

“Bad day?” He asked and I had to admit his accent was extremely sexy.

“You could say that” He stuck out his hand.

“Hi, I’m Niall Horan” he was one of them! I recognised him now, I am such an idiot.

“And I’m leaving” I started to walk around him.

“You know from ‘One Direction’” I had to laugh at that, he obviously was not used to girls not clambering over each other to get an autograph.

“Good for you! You can now say with all your pride that you are 1/5 of the group that ruined schoolies for me” I turned on my heel and stalked inside.