Dotty Nolan is the daughter of director Christopher Nolan. The day before she and her father would be going to France to start the production of the film 'Dunkirk', she accidentally texts the wrong person after saving her friend's number in wrong. I...
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"So everyone is sharing the same as last time." Chris told the bus handed them all their key cards, "it's basically all of the same just in a new hotel." He left the room, after finishing, leaving the boys to discuss who was having which room. It wasn't going well.
Dotty was stood beside Fionn, staring straight at Jack. Jack didn't notice at first, but that feeling you get when someone is looking at you caused him to look up. Catching Dotty's eyes he didn't think anything of it until she blew on her fist, 'shooting' a poison dart at him.
"Come on!" Jack cried, "we've not been at the hotel for more than ten minutes and ugh." He looked down just as everyone turned to see what he was complaining about.
No one could work out who had done it until Dotty shot some more. Stupidly they all looked at her and she ended up getting them all, including Fionn.
Groaning, they all decided to sit in place on the floor as she walked around them all. One by one, she took their bags into different rooms, making sure everyone was sharing with the correct people. Problem solved.
Dotty smirked as she exited the last bedroom and headed towards the door. "See you later lads."
"Dotty You can't just leave us!" Cried Aneurin. "That's not fair!"
Giggling, she poked her head back around the door, "but I need to go to put my things in my room. Don't worry, I won't be more than two hours."
"Two hours?! Dot, your room is next door!" Fionn said waving his arm towards her, not looking up.
"The quicker I go, the quicker I'll be back and can debate who I'll, nope, debate whether I will be nice and release you of your darts."
Harry who was close to her, reached out and latched onto her ankle. "Please, Dotty, release me now. I will come and help you. I'll ring Niall-"
"Not going to happen."
Cillian sniggered, "if she isn't going to release her own boyfriend, who says she'll release any of us?" Dotty crept passed Harry and acquitted down beside Cillian whispering in his ear. "Deal." Cillian grinned and she touched his ear.
"Now, I bid you all a-due." Dotty smiles leaving the hotel room.
Cillian clapped, jumping to his feet, "right fucktards!"
"That's my line!" Cried Jack, gasping.
Cillian's phone buzzed signalling Dotty texting him the link to her Spotify, where he began to play a playlist. "Dotty wasn't going to be that mean, so she's left you with some music."
He pressed shuffle and Stockholm syndrome by One Direction started playing.
"I know what she's doing!" Exclaimed Harry, "but it's not going to work because I think this song is fabulous."
Cillian smirked, thankful the guys couldn't see him doing so. "You sure 'bout that?"
