room 426 >> h.s

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America's pov:

"I wanna quit." I simply stated to my manager, Jones. "Quit?! You applied for this job just last week and now you wanna quit?!" He exclaimed, clearly furious due to the vein popping out of his forhead.

"Yeah." "But, what about your commitment-" "I was never commited to this job." "- And your love for it-" "I hate this job. now give me my fucking paycheck and let me freaking leave."

He gave me my paycheck, glaring at me, before shooing me out. "YOU ARE BANNED FROM THIS CLUB, FOREVER AMERICA JOHNSON!" He shouted. I ran out, silently giggling to myself.

Sebastian's pov:

I took America's suitcase, slowly walking towards her room. Almost everyone was sure there was a ghost in that room, but I couldnt tell her that. She would freak out and I dont want her to.

I slowly opened the door, peering into the room. Looks like I have to clean the dust for her. "Oh, dear America." I whispered into the air, sweeping the room. "I'm so sorry, you have to share a room with a freak ass ghost..." I felt a breeze pass by my shoulder, so I looked up, seeing absolutely nothing.

I continued sweeping, until I felt a presence behind me. I turned around, and suddenly I felt nauseous. The shadow of the ghost was standing right before my eyes, the shadow of Harry Styles.

"Freak ass ghost huh?" He whispered, voice deep and cold. "I d-didn't mean t-to y'-know." I stuttered, visibly shaking. There was a freaking ghost, right in front of me, I didn't know what to say.

I mean, I knew his ghost in this room, but I never saw it.

"Tell America about me, and you're dead." He whispered in my ear before vanishing. I stood still, shocked, scared, and confused. There were so many questions swimming in my head.

Why didn't he want America to find out? Should I tell America? Is he after her or something? What does he want?

"I gotta get out of here." I quickly sweeped everything else, before dashing out of the room.

Davina's pov:

I walked into the hotel, happy and slightly dizzy. I saw Bash running towards me, hugging me so tight I can barely get the air into my lungs. "Bash, babe. You okay?" I asked, concerned when I saw him a bit shaken up.

"Davina, I have to tell you something, and you may not like it."