One Direction To My Heart (One Direction)

Chapter 15

I cannot believe it! I'm in London with One Direction. To make things even crazier. I'm supposedly famous here. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. I'm still a little unsure about the whole thing.

Why on earth would I be famous? Sure, I've been hanging out with One Direction for a week. I think because I've been in a few of their videos that has thousands of views on each of them. The Spin the Harry seems to be everyone's favorite.

There is some bad things to being famous, though. I don't even want to check my Facebook or Twitter. I probably have millions of hate mail. I don't understand how people could hate me when we've never met. Oh well. I don't really care what people think of me.

"Ready?" Liam's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I mumble looking at him next to me.

"We're at our hotel." Zayn points to the hotel outside.

Paparazzi are surrounding the entrance of the hotel. "So are the paparazzi." Niall runs a hand through his hair.

"Just ignore them and walk straight through." Louis says before climbing out.

"Ready for this?" Liam smiles weakly at me. I nod.

Zayn climbs out of the limo slipping his sunglasses on. Megan and Harry go out next holding hands. Are they dating yet? Niall is right behind them leaving us in the limo. Liam steps out first offering his arm to help me out. I grab it and pull myself out.

Cameras start flashing in our faces as we push through the narrow pathway. Could it be any longer? Liam wraps an arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. Not that I mind. These paparazzi can get crazy.

"Liam, is this your new girlfriend?"

"What's her name?"

"Tori, what's it like hanging out with One Direction?"

"Are you and Liam dating?"

Liam pushes me gently in the revolving hotel doors in front of him. We step out the doors into a fancy hotel lobby. The guys are standing in front of the lobby desk. Liam wraps his arm back around my waist as we walk over to them.

"You really are famous here." Megan laughs. "All I heard walking through was the guy's name and yours."

"They didn't ask about you?" I ask leaning into Liam's side.

"No." She shakes her head. "They don't know me yet."

A guy in his late thirties is standing behind the desk typing something in a computer. "Hi, my name is David. How can I help you?"

Harry steps forward leaning on the desk. "We have a room under Simon Cowell."

David types something in the computer again. "Can I get your ID?" He asks Harry. Harry grabs his wallet from his pocket and hands David his ID. He stares at it for a second before handing it back. "You are staying in the presidential suite. Mr. Cowell asked for you to remain in your room until he calls you." David hands Harry five room keys. "Hope you enjoy your stay."

"Are our luggage up there?" Zayn asks.

David looks something up on his computer. "They should be there soon."

Zayn nods his head before thanking him. Harry hands the room keys to the guys. We head to the elevators across the lobby. Louis presses the up arrow multiply times. I can't believe we are staying in the presidential suite. The elevator door slides open letting a few people out. We all step in the elevator and Niall presses the thirty second floor.

Thirty two floors?! This hotel is huge! After a few minutes, the elevator stops on our floor. There are only two doors on the floor and Harry stops at the one on the right. He unlocks the door with his room key.

Woah. This place is incredible. It looks like Oprah should be staying here. A huge chandelier is hanging in the main part of the room. To the right is a huge kitchen stocked with free food. To the left is a massive living room. There is a flat screen hanging on the wall with a xbox, wii, and a playstation. If you go straight there is a hallway leading to three large rooms. Each room has it's own bathroom, king sized bed, flatscreen, and a balcony.

This place is incredibly. I would never have enough money to ever stay here. Yet, here I am. I'm staying in a presidential suite with One Direction. If Megan never kidnapped them, we wouldn't be here.

"Hot tub!" Louis yells running out of one of the rooms.

"Food!" Niall races to the kitchen taking food out of the fridge.

A doorbell rings throughout the suite. We have a doorbell?! Could this place get any better?! No one rushes to the door so I go to it. It's probably our luggage. I swing the door open to see a large man with receding grey hair.

"Hello, I'm James Hooper. I'm the hotel manager here." He sticks his hand out for me to shake.

Liam comes up behind me and shakes his hand. "I'm Liam Payne. This is our friend, Tori Adams."

"I would like to apologize for all the paparazzi downstairs. They are being removed from the premises as we speak. We like our guests to be at home as possible." James holds his hands behind his back.

"Thank you." Liam says. "Your hotel is amazing." Such a smooth talker.

James breaks out in a grin. "Well, thank you. Your luggage should be here at any moment. I'll leave you alone to get settled in." He turns to go.

"Thank you!" I say to him with a smile. He smiles one more time before stepping in the elevator. Liam shuts the door gently. "Thank you."

Liam wrinkles his eyebrows together. "For what?"

I step closer and wrap my arms around his neck. "For everything. You didn't have to bring me here."

Liam wraps his arms around my waist pulling me close to his body. "I'm glad I did."

I step back a little. "You know, I've always wanted to see One Direction in concert. I heard they were really good."

"Yeah." Liam nods smiling. "I heard they sold out in fourteen hours."

Sold out! I completely forgot! I jump out of his arms to my bag I set on the couch. I snatch it up and dig for my wallet. There they are!

"Megan!" I shout.

"What?" She walks out of the kitchen with Harry and Niall behind her.

"Uh. Here's your birthday present. You don't really need them now." I hand her the two thin papers.

Megan grabs them and laughs. "One Direction tickets for tonight. Keep them." She places them back in my hand.

"What? No. They are yours." I try to give them back.

"I don't need them. I have the real thing right here." She hugs Harry side. "Sell them."

I stuff the tickets in my pocket. "When is the concert?"

Liam walks over to me. "Simon is supposed to call us. We'll need to go to rehearsals soon."

"Can we be in the front row?" Megan asks the guys.

"Don't you want to be backstage?" Zayn strolls in the room.

Megan and I exchange a look. "No. We've always wanted to be in the front row." I answer.

"That can be arranged." Louis tells us grinning.