ONE DIRECTION AND I

I walked into the building. It was like heaven. Amazing.

I mean my first day in England since the plane had landed and I was at a hotel! That was painted gold!

Remembering why I came here I grinned: One Direction! The five cute, amazing, british, and Irish guys that I was madly in love with! I looked around taking in the scenery, and I walked towards the front desk.

“Hello! I'm Skylar Johnson! I have a reserve?”

“Ah, Ms. Johnson. Good morning!” She looked down at me, and a smile crept across her face, her face looked kind, and her smile genuine. “Yes, your reservation is on the fourth-floor! One of the penthouses!” Handing me a key card, she pointed to the elevator.

“Here's your keycard, your room is the penthouse, but it's Room: 693! Don't go in Room 694, we have a special guest there!” I smiled and walked away, grabbing the luggage that had somehow made its way inside the hotel.

“Thank you!” I said, and turned off. I could handle myself, I was fifteen, and I felt disapproving glares from everywhere around me.

I heard a noise come down from a hallway, and an accented voice shout, “WATCH OUT!!” I was knocked off my feet and I felt my world close up all around me.

“Is she okay?!” I heard a frantic Irish accented voice say, I also felt breath on my face. It smelled like onions, I wrinkled my nose, and heard someone gasp.

“Niall, you're lucky you didn;t kill her! Or put her in a concussion!”

“Hehe, look at her phone it's sooo old!”

I groaned and put my hand on my forehead. “Where am I?” My throat hurt, so my question came out a croak.

“She's awake!! Good afternoon love!” A British accent voice said, and then I remembered I was in England, in London.

I opened my eyes, and I rubbed them in shock. “No way. I'm dreaming....” I slapped myself but Liam grabbed my hand.

“Don't slap yourself babe. You're not dreaming.” I felt like screaming, and I grinned looking like an idiot.

“You got a bruise,” Zayn explained pointing to my forehead.

“I don't remember anything except someone screaming: WATCH OUT!”

“Sorry!” Niall blushed, coming over from the interesting contents of my purse.

“You're cellphone's crap.” Louis said, playing with the buttons.

“It's not real.” I said, grabbing it from him, and he grinned.

“Do you want something for your head?” Harry said, coming over from the kitchen he was holding a bottle of pills. Advil. I guessed from the blue label.

“Sure.” I said, and Niall still looked guilty, Louis started to look like that too.

“So anyone wanna explain to me what happened?” I asked, as Harry brought me the Advil, with some water. I quickly doused the water and he laughed.

“Are you hungry?” He asked, going back to get me more water.

“Very!” I replied, and I heard him laugh in the kitchen.

Niall looked down. “ So Louis and I decided to go for a ride on the bell hop things, and we were going down a hallway and I guess you didn't hear us and we hit you! We felt really bad so I picked you up, and Louis grabbed your stuff and brought you to our room.”

“We feel horrible! Please forgive us!” Louis said frowning, and he looked like he might cry.

“You guys! Don't apologize! It's been my dream to meet you guys! And I got to meet you guys! My life is complete!”

They smiled and Harry shouted from the kitchen, “MY LIFE'S COMPLETE TOO!!” Which made us all laugh.