INDIGO➵Harry Styles

2 ___KILLER QUEEN___

My eyes flickered open to the soft sight of my hotel room. The Orchid was my home for now, or, at least, as close as I could - or wanted to - get to one.

I always found it entertaining to see the reactions of the other guests to my arrival. I looked forward to it. It wasn't a surprise that they were shocked to see someone like me - a wild girl clad in leather and ripped denim, with untamed curls trickling down my back and framing my darkly outlined features - in a place like The Orchid. As my combat boots thumped down onto the ground, I could feel a smirk spread over my lips at their wide eyes. My motorbike seemed out of place among the sleek planes of the Aston Martins, Mercedes and BMW's. The polished angles caught the glitter and dazzle that encased the rich and privileged that hopped out of them.

The men were quick to fix their perfectly tailored suits, smoothing out their impeccably pressed lapels, stepping out of their cars with an air of authority and confidence radiating from their stature in every stride. This cued the entrance of their ladies; mothers, wives, daughters or mistresses, all adorned in the latest attire. Every fashion house was featured on their embellished bodies: Chanel, Dior, Gaultier and countless others. Lux fabrics were draped over meticulously maintained physiques, bedecked in the luster of abundant jewels.

This never bothered me. Their ways were theirs, and my ways were my own alone. My motorbike was parked in the guarded lot and my way was made up the gold steps to the grand entrance every night whenever I chose to return.

Last night, I'd chosen to return a little before dawn. Exhausted but exhilarated from the adventures I'd chosen to embark upon, I'd laid myself across my bed and drifted off to a deep slumber with the light of the sunrise washing over me.

Now here I was, at three in the afternoon, still stirring sluggishly in the satin sheets. A deep ache still lingered over my muscles, but I couldn't say I minded. It was a reminder of every rash decision I'd made and loved executing. I savoured the ache and urged the exhaustion aside, steeling myself to rise for another day - or what was left of it anyway - and chase another night. I sat up, stretching my arms up towards the high ceiling. The clean white of its surface smoothed perfectly over the intricately curling carvings; I found myself mesmerised by the looping and twirling designs, over and over during the past two weeks, finding some familiarity in looking up at them every morning. No. I wouldn't let myself get attached to anything, not even something this small. I would be leaving soon to go somewhere new, and that too would be temporary.

I let myself tense, relax and sigh the drowsiness away. The afternoon light filtered in through the wide windows, all perfectly shined, casting a golden glow over the expensive white furniture. The sun played with the tiny gems embedded in the gold frame of the mirror across from me on the dresser, calling me over to it.

Quickly throwing a slip over my head and spreading it over my body, I paced over to the mirror. I almost got near enough to survey my face closely, but no - I wasn't ready to look at myself for more than a few seconds. Turning away from the mirror, I headed towards the bathroom.

Warm beige marble and immaculate glass filled my view as I strolled in for a shower. A shower would give me some clarity. There was plenty of space even in this part of the suite. A grandiose gold tub and a shower with ten power nozzles occupied the area to my left, while countertops and cupboards brimming with luxury cosmetics stretched across my right.

I stepped into the shower, tiptoeing over the cold surface. I cast my slip away and turned on the hot water. I let it trickle over my body in scalding waves, enjoying the intensity of the temperature. My skin turned a light pink from its normal pallor, while my muscles relaxed under the tumults of wet warmth. The steam softened the air that had been cold to my bare skin earlier, carrying me with it in a warm haze. Sated, I turned the setting to cold, refreshed by the freezing water tingling through my senses.