Tangled

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

The car lurched forwards, sending all five boys to the ground. They had been sat around lazily in their pick-up car awaiting the long traffic to start up again. Their tired heads hadn't thought to put seat belts on and were now lying successfully atop one another on the dirty floor. Their manager, Jared, sent them a look of disgust, but said nothing. Instead he tapped away at his touch phone, ignoring the group of boys in front of him. It wasn't a nice sight, but he'd been around this lot long enough to be familiar with their shenanigans.

Louis, the eldest boy, groaned as Liam's elbow tore into his side. "Get off me, Liam!" He yelled, quite loudly. Liam struggled against Zayn who was covering his hair.

"Your hair can be fixed later, Zayn." He scolded, glancing at the olive skinned boy. "We need to get up."

Liam then managed to push both Zayn and Niall off him and eventually off of Louis who was extremely pissed. Harry and Niall were the only ones chuckling in the end as they got cast at the very top of the One Direction pyramid. They slapped hands and laughed at their friends, three of whom were livid for different reasons.

More or less, when the lads car finally arrived at their destination, they were completely breath taken with the view. The famous Vantor Hotel stared back at them with pride, as if it knew its worth. The large double doors stood closed, holding crystal clear windows, in looking a luxurious hotel only affordable by the richest of the rich. The boys' mouths hung open in surprise till Jared came around and forced them up the steps, leading them into the lobby. It was not very busy, as expected. One had to either be a king or much close to it to even be given entrance inside. Jared must have pulled some strings for this to be real.

"May I take your bags, sir?" A bell-hop asked Niall who was struggling with a bulky suitcase. He easily handed it over, happy to rid himself of the ugly, green luggage. It was similar to the colour of swamp water and he hated it. It made him gag.

Once everyone had given their bags to the bell-hop, they waited patiently till Jared came back with their room key. The bell-hop lead them to the elevator and then up to the tenth floor where they stopped at room 113.

"Key please," he asked, holding his hand out.

 Jared instantly passed it on, telling the boys to settle in and that he would be situated in his own suite, just down the hall and to their right. They thanked him and walked in, once again feeling overwhelmed with the beauty of the hotel. It was a striking suite, fixed with anything and everything anyone could want. The lounge room held a huge flat screen, as well as enormous windows overlooking the gorgeous view of the beach.

"Please make yourselves at home," were the departing words of the bell-hop as he gave them a small smile and shut the door behind him. He had placed all their luggage in the corner of the room while the boys had stood gaping.

"I don't think I could ever feel at home here," Harry commented, touching the beads of the chandelier hanging down above the dinner table. "This place must have cost a lot."

Liam scratched the back of his neck. "Something's got to be up. Management would never just give us something like this."

Zayn shook his head. "I wonder what it is this time. Remember three months ago when they bought us each a car?"

"We got forced into doing television commercials for the worst tasting drink ever," Louis replied, shuddering with the thought of the horrible beverage. "I feel bad for our fans who bought it because of us and then drank it. I still have nightmares."