(Andreas pof)
It's around 8pm and I'm in the bath of my hotel room, drinking champagne and watching The Bachelor on the TV which is hanging right above me. (ok but literally me)
I look over to my side at the full size mirror with string lights hanging from one side to the next, the mirror is placed right above marbled cabinets and sitting on them is a wooden crafted box which is filled with all sorts of different soaps, bath bombs and salts, rose petals and shampoos and conditioners. They really put a lot of effort into making this hotel nice. Well more than nice.
Today has been a bit of a blur, and I feel so jet lagged. I got to my hotel 8 hours ago and unpacked everything, I usually don't bring as much luggage as I did (three bags) but I'm staying in New York for only a week, and then I'm back to my normal, boring and stressful life in LA.
Sure my life's good, I'm famous right? Shouldn't everything be pretty and perfect? Well no, that's not the case. I live basically the same life as every YouTuber out there. The sad truth honey, we are all the same. Go to sleep, wake up, film, edit. It all goes in a circle. I'm making it sound like being a YouTuber is shit,I should be happy I don't have an office job or something but really, being a YouTuber gets pretty hard when you need something new to film everyday, that hasn't already been used and is completely original, and you have to make something good enough that people would like it, because I do earn money from this.
Plus your whole life is being shared on the internet where tons of people now know when you were born, where you grew up, who you're parents are. It really stresses me out.
That's why I'm here, in New York, to take a break from everything and everyone. It's only for a week though so I should make it a good one.
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The next morning:
Fluttering my eyes open, I am staring at a white ceiling. I rub my eyes a bit before adjusting to the sunlight coming from outside my window. Turning over to the side of my bed, I look over at the big window placed at the end of the room leading out to all what seems to be buildings. I stare outside the window, staying completely still, hearing construction sounds.
should i get up yet? Andrea. Stop staring out the window, do something.
I try moving my leg but then give up when it feels completely numb. Fuck it. I'm going back to sleep.
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I woke up somehow at 6pm, wasted the whole day sleeping when I could've been out going shopping or doing something active.
Lol active. What's that?
So somehow my crazy mind decided it would be a wonderful idea to go out to a bar and get drunk and find a cute boy to cling on to.
Cough cough Kian Lawley. He was all the way in LA though, and he has absolutely no idea that I still have feelings for him after all this time.
Anyways I was determined to go out and find myself a new boy. So I put on my tightest black somewhat slutty dress, with my highest heals and a full face of makeup. I was slaying.
I flick my purple hair to the side as
I take a few photos of myself before posting them onto Snapchat with the "New York" filter. I grab my purse, place my phone and wallet inside, then start flicking off every light that is in the nicely made hotel room. I grab my keys before heading out the door and I turn to lock it as I leave. I fix up my hair and my dress and I leave my hotel room pouting and fluttering my eyes, strutting down the halls.
In the elevator, I search up on my phone the nearest bar near here, then I call an uber to come pick me up. When the elevator opens I exit it with the same pout of my face and then leave the building.
I wait outside the hotel in the cold, rubbing my arms. Above me is a red tarp attached to the entrance of the hotel and I'm standing on red carpet which leads all the way out to the end of the street. Looking up I can see the tall building and the stars twinkling above me in the sky. I take a whiff of the cool breeze and have almost become deaf from all the noise of cars and people. Finally my uber arrives and I admittedly run over to it, hair flying in my face and in high heals, not caring how unattractive I looked. I was fucking cold.
When I enter the uber, the heater warms me up and I no longer feel cold. I look over to the driver seat and see a younger man with tattoos all up his arms and black hair which was brushed to one side of his pale skin. He smelt like cigarettes and honestly he looked like a pretty cool guy. He looked like your typical hot, emo boy crush. He was playing Drake very softly on the speakers and when he notices me looking at him, he looks at me through the front mirror, and admittedly his blank face turns into a smirk.
"Where ya planning on going?" He silky says, turning his head back to the road,with a big grin on his face as he drives away from my hotel.
"Um I wanted to go to the bar that's on Queens street and um-" I say looking up the address on my phone. "I think it's next to a pizza place? Sorry I'm- it's just been ages since I've been here."
He seems to notice how unsure I am, but nods and seems to have an idea of what I'm talking about. But changes the subject
"So where abouts are you from?"
Small talk. I'm the worse at this. But I smile.
"I'm from LA, but I decided it would be nice to have a little break and come to New York for a week."
"Oh yeah, sounds sweet." He says as he changes the song to IDFC by Blackbear.
"Yeah."
As the lyrics of the song start to fill the car, it starts to remind me of things I don't want to be reminded of. Kian.
"I'm only a fool for you, and maybe you're too good for me. But I act like I don't fucking care.. cause I'm so fucking scared."
I rest my head on the window as the lyrics roll through my head and I am reminded of every memory I've ever had that includes him. Feeling my heart sink to my stomach. Why do I always do this. Ugh..
He looks back over to me in the front mirror before speaking. "You look very beautiful right now, I just thought you needed to know that."
I feel my face creep into a smile and I lift my head from the window and lean it against the back seat. "Thank you."
That seemed to stop me from thinking about Kian.
"It's alright, what's your name?"
"I'm Andrea"
"Pretty girl, pretty name." He smirks. "I'm Jackson."
And I can't help but blush, "Nice to meet you, Jackson."
"I'm glad to meet you, Andrea." He winks and clicks his tongue, as he pulls over to park.
Looking outside I see that we have arrived at the bar, by just the amount drunk people crowded around.
When he stops the car in a parking place, I hand him $20.
"Oh and here." He says smiling handing me a piece of paper "this is just the receipt"
"Thanks." I say opening the door and exiting the car. And like that he drives away.
I look down at the card and my face turns into a smirk when I see a phone number written on it.
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