the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 3-- High Fashion

London is the most beautiful place ever. Even the airports were luxurious! There was a vitamin water vending machine every ten steps. I guess the British liked their vitamins. It also took us about 3 hours to get our entire luggage. New Record! I was still in my sweatpants and hoodie and Meg begged me to get a change of clothes. She said that I look horrible and everyone will think you are poor. Wise words from Meg Edwards, Ladies and Gentlemen. I ignored her. I was 11 at night. Who the hell is gonna care what I wear at night?

“I can’t believe I’m here. In London. In the city where my future husband resides.” Oh, Meg, in your dreams.

“Face it, you are not gonna marry Harry Styles. I bet he doesn’t even know you exist.”

“Oh of course he does. On January 5, 2011 at 5:39 am, he replied to my tweet.”

“Oh yeah? What did he say? And why were you on twitter at 5 in the morning?” DUH! It’s Meg.

“A smiley-face, I have a alarm for every tweet Harry tweets.”

“That’s not really a reply…”

“Your just jealous.”

Trust me, I swear I’m not.

We quickly hailed a taxi and Meg did all the talking because she had our hotel address and plus, I was extremely jetlagged. So tired.

After a 15-minute drive, the taxi came to a halt and the driver opened the door for us and quickly emptied the car trunk. I stepped out of the car just to be awakened by screaming girls.

I knew something was up. Meg is so toasted.

I read the sign of the hotel’s awning—The Soho. I thought we had reservations at the inn next to the café. The Soho was in the downtown area. It was noisy and crowded even though it was extremely late at night and embedded in the most exclusive part of the city.

Why were there screaming girls here? I’m positive that they weren’t scream for us, but who?

I am confused.

I tried yelling at Meg, but was already in the hotel with her belongings. I chased after her with my heavy and bulky luggage and my Coach bag over my shoulder. I met her at the check-in counter.

“Hello, do you have a reservation?” said the Lady at the desk, her nametag said her name was Amelia.

“Meg! Didn’t Mum make reservations at the inn? Why are we in The Soho?”

“Shut up!” Meg murmured at me, “Hi, um,” she looked at her name tag, “Amelia. No, we don’t. Canwe have a room for 2, please?”

“Meg! What the fuck?” I whispered

“Shut up!” Her eyes are like swords, I swear, and so I shut up, “Do you have any rooms available?”

“Your lucky, miss, we have one room that is being cleaned up right now, room 547. The cleaners will probably be done in a few minutes, so you two should go up.”

“Thank you so much! What is the cost?”

“It will be $149 per night. How many days do you wish to stay?”

“I think it will be two weeks.”

“TWO WEEKS?!?!!?!? Meg! I thought we were going to Manchester next week!?”

Meg turned to me. “We will stay at Doncaster the week after. Happy?”

“No! That’s not how we planned it to be. Mum is going to be so pissed!”

“Is Mum here right now?”

“No, but—”

“No buts. My decision is final,” she turned back to the receptionist, “We’ll take it.”

I am so screwed. This is what I get when Meg is in charge. Amelia, the receptionist, gave her the key and turned herself in front of the hotel computer again.

We walked into the elevator. She pressed the button for level Five and the close door button.

“Again tell me why we are staying in London for one extra week?” I sighed, giving in.

“Because One Direction is staying in this hotel and I will have a better chance to meet my future husband,” she looked at her phone, “According to Twitter, they are staying on the 6th floor. AHHHH!”

OMG. In your dreams.

“Lizzy, you won’t understand, so how about you shut up and go to some boring museum or something?”

“Don’t call me Lizzy! God. And plus you need to rent a car and drive me there. And also, you’re coming with me.”

“In your dreams, Lizzy-cakes.”

At that moment I wanted to rip out all of her hair extensions and claw out her eyes and fake eyelashes. I can’t believe I’m stuck here with THAT for the whole summer.