Challenge Accepted

Chapter Three: The First Attempt

Chapter Three: The First Attempt

The door creaked open, and a flurry of guys flew in. Seriously, it was like a herd of buffalo, but with…never mind. They’re the same. Anyway, I waited patiently, using the loud noise to finish the rest of my Fritos. Dang, those are good. If it was possible, I would marry those Fritos. Is it possible? I must Google that.

Finally, the rest of the boys left and it was just Niall, standing with 3 bags piled around him. He rummaged around in one of them, procuring some clothes and a bottle of shampoo. The next second he was in the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. The shower goes on, giving me a nice cover.

Now’s my chance! I crept out from my stakeout spot under his bed. First I threw away the empty bag of Fritos. It was nothing to me now. Then I began to ransack one of the bags like the treacherous rebel that I am. Wow. I’m even scaring myself with my craziness. Next thing I know I’ll be pressing ‘I read all the terms and conditions’ when I haven’t. Oh wait…I already do that! I need to pace myself. This rebellious behavior is getting way too wild for me.

Suddenly the shower sounds in the bathroom stop. I freeze right where I am, which is hunched over one of his bags. The door’s beginning to open and I dive under his bed again.

He comes out, a towel wrapped around his waist. You know, now that I think about it, he’s really very attractive. Thick blond hair, beautiful set of baby blues. Ooh, nice abs. Very nice, actually. Oh, is that drool? How embarrassing. I have to snap out of it. I grab my binoculars and aim for his bags. Wait! Not there, I need to stop looking. Though they are nice…

Okay, that was probably confusing. To cut a long story short, I was using my binoculars to stare at his award-worthy abs. Yum. I am making a mockery of this stakeout, though. With great dignity, I turn my binoculars back to the bags. If he would just open that last one, I could be sure it wasn’t in the luggage. That meant I would have to search the other bags.

No! Oh god, he’s dropping the towel. Look away, Chase. It’s all ok. Just look away. Stupid binoculars. Zooming in during all the wrong times. I’ll probably be scarred for life. I’ll need expensive therapy. I’ll make him pay for my expensive therapy! That’s what I’ll do. Problem solved.

Back to the stakeout. When I look again, he’s got clothes on. Thank the lord. He’s got a confused expression on his face, looking from the garbage can back to the bags.

“That’s weird. I haven’t eaten any Fritos. And I didn’t open those bags. Maybe it was a cleaning lady. I should tell the front desk…”

Aw, he’s got an adorable Irish accent. How sexy. I mean, how…appalling! Pssh. Ew. Who likes the Irish? Not me.  And how dare he assume a cleaning lady did it! Well, technically it was. But still! That…butthole. Gosh. I’m so offended. Granted, I did do it. But that didn’t give him the right to assume such things. I’m annoyed on the behalf of all other cleaning ladies. We should form a union. Or wait, maybe they already did…

He’s talking again, this time to someone just outside the door.

“Zayn, hey. I was just trying to figure out why all my stuff looks messed up. And there’s an empty Fritos packet in the bin. I’ve just gotta look in my carry-on; that’s what had all the stuff I carried through the airport. I actually need that stuff. It’s got my Oreos.”

Darn you, Fritos! I’ll never eat you again. Okay, no, I love you too much to do that. Why did I even do that? My crime shows and spy books would laugh at me. I’m simply ashamed.

But bingo! It’s in his carry-on! I’m pretty sure that’s the bag I didn’t have time to search: the backpack in a tasteful shade of blue. To be absolutely safe, I take a quick picture with my cheap camera. It’s just my luck that it’s in the one bag that’s…oh no. It’s locked. How dare he put a lock on a bag to protect it from the likes of me?

I snap back into reality the same moment he leaves with Zayn. I crawl out, joints aching and still thirsty. I have to make my escape before he comes back! I take off, leaving that irritatingly good-looking boy in the dust. No matter. I’ve discovered crucial information. One, Niall Horan is a plate of sexy with yummy on the side. Two, my diary is in the elegant blue backpack that is locked. I know what I’m going to be doing. Tomorrow, it’ll be time for attempt #2. My to-do list for tomorrow: find out where he keeps the key, get the key, and get my diary back. Challenge Accepted.

Author’s Note: Please fan, comment, and whatever else can be done! I’d love someone to make me a cover. I have no idea how to make a nice one…so please? Tomorrow is the second attempt. She’s planning on using fake moustaches. That’s all I’ll say. Thanks for reading!

-The Author.