Mission: Love (1D FF)

3.

We pulled up into the valet parking entrance, and got out of the car. I went into the back and grabbed my duffel bag, suitcase, and my other suitcase. I put the bag on my shoulder, and grabbed the suitcase in both my hands. I walked into the entry way of the hotel, while Paul handed the keys to the Range Rover over to the Valet driver. Damian got his stuff - two black duffels, and a suitcase- out the back, and followed me into the hotel.

"Paul." I said, and motioned to the check in desk. I figured he made the reservations under his name. I was right.

"Hey my reservations under Paul." he said to the clerk. She typed on the keyboard, a little longer than necessary, and finally smiled up at him.

"Alright, here is your room key, the room number is 515, on the 5th floor. The elevators are right there," she pointed to the glass doors which opened and led to the elevator. "And here's all the information you need about the hotel and your room." She handed over a little folder that read: 'GATEWAY INN INFORMATION'. Inside it, had three keys.

We walked over to the elevator, and got in, hit the 5th floor button, and waited silently. We were the only ones in the elevator, mostly because between Paul and Damian there was just enough room for me. The elevator doors slid closed. We waited. And waited. And waited. Finally the doors opened up to this huge floor made of glass. I stepped out of the elevator and looked down- you could see through all the floors down to the lobby. The windows were a real coloured glass which was really cool.

We walked along the corridor, and stopped at room 515. Which wasn't a 'room' at all. It was a freakin penthouse. The biggest one on the floor, Paul tells me. I smiled as soon as I walked in. The far wall was made of glass, each window pane a different colour. It was very beautiful. And when you looked out, you got to see a beautiful view of the city. Tall towering sky scrapers, smaller office buildings, some casinos. And a lot of Starbucks.

I walked into the master bedroom and screamed, "dibs on the master!" And then I heard both men grumbling, as they shuffled into their rooms. I'm pretty sure they were all the same size bedrooms but still. I set my duffel bag on the floor, and dropped the suitcases before running to the bed. I jumped on it, and sighed. I giggled, and clutched the duvet that was on top.

"10 minutes." Paul yelled, and reality hit me.

"Crap." I mumbled under my breath. I got up, and grabbed the duffel bag. I zipped it open, and then grabbed the outfit that was placed on top. I quickly got changed and then went over to my suitcase. I opened it and grabbed my make up bag.

I used the last 7 minutes I had on my makeup. The end result was a mint green sweater top-even though it was 60 degrees outside- some black leggings and a cute necklace. I had black strappy sandals. My hair was curled, and my make up was done to match my outfit. I figured they'd do some foundation and concealer and blush when I got there, so I only worried about my eyes. I put on a thin line of black eyeliner, a smokey eye with green tints, and I did the new British look: eyeshadow under the eye. I did it lightly so it wasn't as bold. By the time I was done, Paul and Damian were waiting at the door. Paul was on the phone talking to, I'm guessing, the valet driver.

"Yeah, we'll be down in 15 minutes to pick up the car."

"..."

"Yes."

"..."

"Yes, the black Range Rover."

"..."

"Plate number? Uh bhg6k8"

"..."

"Alright, thank you. Buh-bye." He hung up the phone, and placed it into his front pocket. He sighed, and then looked me up and down. He seemed confused for a second, and then his face altered back to a smirk.