Chapter 7
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The smooth metal doors slowly opened to reveal the penthouse suite. The first thing that greeted my eyes was the view.
The entire LA skyline stretched all around the room, which was covered in large floor to ceiling windows. Privacy curtains were drawn back so that the impact was full, and all I could see were buildings both near and looming in the grey-red distance. Thousands of lighted windows cast shadows on the zooming cars, which shed its own light on the brilliant streets. The whole city was buzzing, and the lights reminded me of a Lite Bright; in no particular order, yet shining coheisively all the same. The effect was amazing, as the skyline reached to the outer limits of the horizon. I could see the Hollywood sign illuminated in the distance, the letters small and almost unrecognizeable. The moon was a sliver of creamy white that seperated the buildings from the sky. Otherwise, the darkness and the light bled into each other, blurring the horizon, making me question which was land and which was sky.
Back in the actual room, I next noticed the elegant furnishings. The floor was a warm beige stone, perhaps quartz, and it was laid on the floor in large slabs, acting like tiles. The walls that weren't full of windows were the same warm beige color, and on these walls hung various paintings and mirrors hung in lavish gold frames. A comfortable tan loveseat sat in the corner of the room, as well as a large floor lamp that looked perfect for snuggling up with a good book.
The middle area was a sunken-in living area, with a marble fireplace on the back wall, windows flanking either side. The hearth was already lit, casting a friendly glow on the space. A wrought iron grate kept us safe from the flame. A thick mahogany mantlepiece anchored the fireplace, jutting out of the flawless stone. Above the mantle hung a 52" flat screen TV. A DVD player and stereo system were attached to the TV and sat on the mantle, as well as a hefty stack of DVDs. A large sectional couch, upholstered in a warm brown leather, was placed opposite of the television. Two matching leather armchairs faced each other, with a coffeetable placed directly in front of the couch between them. Two wooden end tables with cozy lamps sat on either side of the couch, and a large area rug covered the space.
To the right of the living area, seperated by a small half-wall was a modern kitchenette, complete with a stainless steel range and fridge, microwave, dishwasher, and mahogany cabinets. Even the small finishes like the handles on the cupboards were stainless steel. An island sat in the middle and was also home to a bar, with four bar stools lined up in front, four bronze pedant lights dangling over the counter, shedding light in the kitchen. Against the wall sat a large wooden kitchen table with cream colored banquet seating, a comfy addition to the room. Two of the five bedrooms came off of the kitchen, as well as a full bathroom.
To the left of the living room was a small study which housed a computer, the other three bedrooms, and a full bath. The Master Suite, which Louis and Harry had won through a coin toss, had its own bath.
I was marvelling over the luxurious space, in awe and wonder of it. The whole area took up the entire 30th floor, about 2,000 square feet to ourselves. I couldn't believe that they got to stay in hotels like this all the time. It actually blew my mind.
The pizza, still warm, was waiting for us on the kitchen table. The smell called us over like a pack of wild animals. Like a bunch of kids, we all sat down and passed around plates while Liam cut the pizza. He was exactly like a dad, I thought, amused with how accurate the description was. We broke into a case of cola that had been sitting in the fridge, each took a can and a slice of pizza, and headed into the living room. Liam brought napkins for everybody so that we wouldn't stain anything. Niall and Zayn removed the side tables, pushed the couch over, and pushed the loveseat into the space it had left. This way, there was room for all eight of us.

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