Totally Wrecked: One Direction fanfic

I kind of go streaking through the hotel

A/N sorry I'm late on uploading. This whole week I've been trying to move into my new house and have had little time to write. Hope you like it!

-Lexi J

Woah, and I thought the bathroom at the last hotel was amazing. This one was the exact same as the kitchen, pastels with paint splatters. I kind of reminded me of the song "Rockstar" by Nickelback- You know the line where it says "I want a bathroom I can play baseball in."? That's how big it was. Probably the size of the first floor of my house. My feet feel cozy as I walk across the plush carpet. Yes carpet. There's even a TV and a microwave in here! My mouth goes as wide as it can once I hit the shower though. Solid glass, no curtain sadly, with over 20 different jets and who knows how many settings. I sit my towels and clothes down, picking up the remote.

Hmm......this button seems right. I'll try it out in a second. I quickly strip down and jump in, anxious to try this out. I click the button I had my eye on.

"Ahhhh!!!!" I was the jet that was level with my face, spraying full force into my mouth and eyes. I stumble backwards, scraping my back on the opposite wall. Turn off already! I must have hit the button for the hundredth time before the water came to a stop.

*sigh* I return back to the middle. Ok, lets try a different button. Why must this remote be in French?! I hit a small green one this time, and water gently pours from the ceiling like a waterfall. Now, that's more like it. I just sit there for a couple minutes, letting the water pour over me before I start to sing.

"We've got a bit of love hate, you take me to the edge then you hit the brakes."

I always sing the same acoustic version I found on youtube, just out of my newfound love for cover songs.

"WE'RE LIKE NA NA NA, THEN WE'RE LIKE YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!" i find myself screaming at the top of my lungs. My lungs have longed for this, wanting to get out all of the frustration from the last 7 hours. Soon though, they can't take it anymore and I find myself panting. Ok, no more singing.

The shampoo foams through my hair as I stand in silence. Nothing like peace and-

"LEXI!!!" multiple voices scream.

What the?

I turn off the water, swiftly wrapping a towel around me and running out the door.

More screaming fills my ears, only not of my friends hundreds of fans are piled outside the hotel, and the gang are struggling to hold the door from the others trying to get in. Olivia gives me a one armed wave and a panicked look. Not good.

"Vas happening?" I scream over the mob of fans.

"One of us left the door unlocked and now fans are everywhere!" Liam gives the door another shove.

"What are we going to do? We can't stand here forever." Grace nearly falls into the pile of girls. She raises a tan brow at me, looking at my outfit. Shipwreck! (what? As I said before, no cursing) I'm only wearing a towel and my hair is dripping wet.

"I say we make a run for it." Zayn suggests.

"Ok." The group half heartedly agrees. "On 3.

"One.

Two."

"Wait but I'm not-" I scream. As if this moment could get any worse.

"3!!!!" Harry grabs my hand and we all dive in. I grip tight onto the towel, not wanting any slippage. I look back behind me. Harry and me are at the front, followed by a snickering Zayn and Louis. Perverts I tell you, perverts.

"You say one word and I'll shoot those pretty little voices right out of your throats."

They only laugh more. Sigh, my life will never learn to cooperate. Anyways, followed my them were Gracie, Nina, Niall, Olivia - who did not look happy that she had to hold Niall's hand- and Liam was at the back. His shirt was ripped in places from girls trying to grab him, and someone had stolen his flat bill. Poor fella. I'll try and make it up to him later.