The Lost Soul-Ryan Tedder fan-fiction

Chapter 20

Zoe's P.O.V

I hear a noise coming from somewhere. I'm to lazy to get up I don't want to move.

After awhile the noise gets louder my eyes shoot open and I look where it's coming from. I turn my head and see my phone alarm is going off.

I get up and turn it off then I lay my head back down on my pillow. I'm so comfortable my eyes start to shut again.

Then there's knocking on my door. I Groan and get up, I put my hair in a messy bun and go to the door. I look through the peep hole and see a woman. "Who is it?" I ask I wait till she replies "I'm here to clean your room."

I look around my room and see there's still beer on the wall from where I threw it a night ago.

My computers on the floor with a table some papers laying Over the towels and cloths on the laying around and drinks laid on the other table yeah my rooms a mess.

I blush a little to think what she would say. I open the door and let her in. she walks in and looks around. I wait to see a reaction on her face but her face expression stays the same. I blush again. "Sorry about the mess I've been to lazy to get up and do it." I tell her

She smiles at me and I notice she has green eyes. Brown wavy curly hair ear rings that are birds and wearing working cloths. She's beautiful she shouldn't be working here she should be a model or be on the show America's next top model!

"No worriers I've seen worse." She says to me and walks outside to get her supplies to clean. She's seen worse? I don't even want to know.

She comes back in and starts with picking up my table and computer putting it back to where it was, then goes and picks up the glass from the beer I threw at the wall. I rock back and forth on my heels.

"So..how long have you been working here?" I ask her she smiles "about three years now." Hmm three years working here? That's not bad but I wouldn't want to work here.

She looks up "I love your hair it's very pretty." She says I blush "thanks I dyed it last month." I tell her

She smiles then goes outside and grabs window cleaner. She comes back in and puts a walking ladder in front of her and begins cleaning the windows. I watch her and sit on the bed.

"If you could work anywhere besides here where would you work?" I ask trying to make small talk with her.

She turns around and thinks for a moment "I would want to work at a art studio, I love art it would be amazing to have that kind of job." She finishes and goes back to cleaning the windows

I ponder on her answer then ask "why didn't you do art studio?"

She turns around again and frowns "Well my dad he owned this hotel before he went into a dark path. he always wanted me to take care of it. I refused for so long but as I got older, I realized since my mother wanted nothing to do with us and dad passed away. I decided to take things into my own hands." She says.

That's sad she doesn't get to live her life and do what she wants to do I frown. "Do you like taking care of the hotel?" I ask

she smiles "It feels good to be independent. I do have my moments though where it gets hard and I want to give up, but no I think positive and fight harder." She says and finishes the windows

she gets down and moves to the bathroom. I shift to the end of the bed and watch her work putting stuff like soap and new towels in the bathroom.

"I'm sorry that happened, If that happened to me, I would go into a deep depression. I couldn't do it." I tell her, she comes out of the bathroom she shrugs "I had to or my family's business would go down, its alright but sometimes I do wish I had a different Job." She smiles and starts washing the tv and dressers.