Destiny Awaits: A One Direction Fan Fiction [On Hold]

Chapter 2-Feel Alive

Chapter 2

It was two in the morning, and I felt totally alive. Every fibre of my being was screaming at me. Today I would fly to Los Angeles. Tonight I would see the boys. All of my dreams were coming true.

I didn't have enough time for breakfast as I started my two hour drive to the airport. My flight left at 6, and I had to check my baggage in and go through security. I enjoyed flying, and even these steps felt like part of an adventure to me.

The highway was dark and wet, and the March rain quietly pit-patted on my windshield. As the sun began to creep up behind the foggy mountain skyline, I reached for my prized Betsey Johnson sunglasses. I knew I would need them, as well as the SPF 30 sunscreen in my purse, once I reached LA.

It was a quiet morning drive along the highway. Only the trucks headed east delivering supplies were on the road, and everything from the clear predawn sky to the silent rotation on my wheels felt peaceful. In no time at all, I reached the airport.

I had only brought a suitcase and a carry on, so security was a breeze. Since it was 4 in the morning, the line for Customs was non-existant, and the clerk working at the desk seemed startled at my happiness. While the world around me seemed tired, I was alive in the hope of this evening.

Having everything settled, I found my gate and decided to change into my "LA Clothes". The leather jacket and jeans that I was wearing, while comfortable, would be too warm in LA. Popping into a nearby bathroom, I exchanged my heavy March wear for a cotton t-shirt and knee length jean shorts. I reminded myself that it was still March in LA, and opted for a longer short. These were my comfy travel clothes, and would work until I checked into my hotel and changed into my outfit for the evening.

Clothes stowed in my carry on, I grabbed a quick coffee and a bagel at a nearby coffeeshop. Devouring it, I listened as the flight attendant called for pre-seating. Walking back to my gate, I boarded confidently and found my seat. It was a window seat with a view, but being a non-stop flight, I thought I would catch a nap. Placing my earbuds into my ears, the boys voices serenading me, I fell into sleep with a smile.

When the attendant shook me awake gently, I was shocked to find that I had slept all 5 and 1/2 of the hours of my flight. With the three hour difference, it was now afternoon in LA; 2:30 to be exact. This left me enough time to check into my hotel, take a shower, and get ready for the evening. I wanted to arrive early, but I was in no rush; being a ticket holder gave me the luxury of a reserved seat.

Energy running high, I quickly hailed a taxi and handed him the address of my hotel. He said he could make it there in 15 minutes, and he certainly did. Los Angeles drivers were extremely fast. Maybe it was the heat that left everybody aggrivated? But as we zipped along the jumbled highway, I tried to take everything in. The sun was warm on my cheeks, the breeze felt wonderful on my arms. The massive amount of cars on the highway was impressive to me, and it opened my eyes to the amount of people who experienced this everyday. The Hollywood sign loomed in a far away hill, but I knew this was no fairytale. The city was loud, bright, and a bit grunge-y, but the vibe was amazing.

When we reached my destination, I paid the taxi driver the hefty price he asked for. LA certainly wasn't cheap!

As I entered into the main entrance of the small hotel, I walked up to the worn reception desk.

"Hello, welcome to The Aberdeen, may I help you?" drawled the man behind the desk.

"Reservations for Kirkwood, Onika" I replied hesitantly.

The man did a quick search on his computer and frowned. Quickly smoothing over his emotions, he began to drawl once again.

"Miss Onika, it seems we have made an error in your reservation. You see, we have double-booked your room. A couple booked your room earlier than you, and we can give you a full refund. However, our hotel has no vacancy at the moment. We can have a personal driver take you into the city, and you can freshen up in our employee lavatory which has showers. But we cannot offer you a room for tonight. We are sorry for the inconvenience".

The words caught in my throat. Inconvenience?! This was an absolute outrage! I quickly collected my money from the man frostily, and followed a woman to their bathroom. It was a bit dingy, but it would have to make do.

Washing my hair in special shampoo, I scrubbed it until it was gleaming. I wanted it to be soft and shiny, so I shampooed twice and used conditioner. I exfoliated my whole body with wash, and rinsed away the sweet smelling foam. I dried my whole body with the hotel towels and smoothed cocoa butter on my legs. Using my blow dryer, I softly dryed my hair, and then curled it into place. Using hair spray to secure it in place, I let the soft waves cascade down my back.

I slipped into the outfit I had planned so long ago, the one thing that seemed to be going right. Dark sailor shorts, high waisted and very short, with six gleaming silver buttons stamped with anchors. A black blouse with 3/4 length sleves buttoned almost to the top, was tucked into my shorts. Black pumps, a true find, with platform support in a silky fabric. A long chain with an antique camera charm shined on my chest. I placed my Ray Bans on my face, placed a black headband in my hair, and deemed myself reasonable. I placed my leather watch back on my wrist, brushed my teeth, and sprtized some Victoria's Secret "Love Spell" perfume above my head, letting the mist settle on my body.

My watch now read 5:50, and the show began at 7:00. I asked the driver to bring me straight to the venue. Thankfully there was a Mc Donald's across the street, and I found myself stuffing fries and a McChicken burgen into my mouth. Isn't that attractive?

I took my luggage into the bathroom and fixed some last minute things. I put on the littlest bit of mascara and some lipgloss and was out the door. 6:30. Not bad timing. But what was I going to do with my bags? Where was I going to stay tonight? I pushed these thoughts to the back of my head as only one thing was on my mind: within 1/2 hour, I would see the boys.