Even A White Rose Has A Black Shadow

Chapter 4

Being quite an early bird I woke up the next morning around 7 o'clock. I tried my best to get out of the comfy bed as quiet as possible to not wake Emelie. I went straight to the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower using my favourite almond and honey shower gel. With the hotel's bath robe on and my hair braided loosely I sat down on one of the big armchairs standing at the window where I could already see a bunch of cars and people swirling around like a swarm of little bumblebees. I grabbed one of the high shine magazines that were arranged on the mahogany side table and Em's bottle of Evian that was lying on the floor. Pulling my knees up to my chest I started to skim through the pages of Elle and took a look out on the beautiful city every now and then. All of this still felt kind of unreal - me in a posh hotel in the city of my dreams wearing the fluffiest robe and listening to the little snores and moans escaping my best friends pink lips from time to time while she was still fast asleep.                         After one hour of just sitting around and taking in the beautiful view, my tummy started rumbling. So I unwillingly climbed out of my little nest walking towards the bed. "Em? Honey, wake up! Today's going to be the day so pleeease get up", I whispered lightly grabbing onto her shoulder, "I'm freaking hungry and I really want to use this day to full capacity, hun." I started shaking her a little and she finally started to mumble annoyed. "El?! Noooo! Please, just let me sleep, girl! What time is it?! 6 in the morning or what, you freak?!", my best friend groaned with her raspy morning voice pulling the white blanket over her head of messy blond waves. "It's actually half past 8 you little grumpy cat! Get up! I guess after last night's dinner I'm not wrong when I assume that the breakfast in this hotel is going to be mouth watering... And the pancakes are always the first thing to be out..." Hearing this Emelie peeked up from under the blanket. "You sure?", she asked sounding more convinced already. "Absolutely and if you don't get up right now I'll go on my own to check out the cereal and croissants and aaaall of that good stuff", I said and with that Em was out of bed in a matter of seconds.

It was about 1 pm when Em and I got back to the hotel after our sightseeing tour. We had basically checked out every single thing in London that was well worth seeing. From the London Eye to Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament. We came back with tons of pictures on our mobiles - most of them being selfies instead of showing the sights - and a huge appetite for some Ben & Jerry's that we had bought in a grocery store on our way back. "Give me that Cookie Dough or I might die right here and right now", I whined slumping onto the bed feeling very exhausted and dehydrated. Em grabbed two little plastic spoons that we had secretly swiped at a little ice cream parlour and lay down next to me with the beloved ice cream that had already started to melt in the British sun. Clinking our spoons we said 'Cheers' and went straight in.                         When we were done eating and had had fifteen minutes of pure satisfaction with our favourite ice cream we started getting ready for the concert and the growing excitement could only be contained by listening to every single One Direction song and singing - or let's better say screaming - along. I could already tell that we'd have a sore throat the next day. Even though I had found a couple of very nice clothing items here in London I decided to stick with my black high waisted leather shorts and the black and white striped blouse with three-quarter length sleeves that was a little see-through so I wore a black lace bralet underneath that I had bought at Victoria's Secret the day before. For my shoes I went for the most comfy option which was a black pair of worn out Van's. Emelie had gone for a nice black Jumpsuit with a golden belt around her tiny waist that she had found in New Look. She had decided on wearing Van's as well. We looked a little weird all dressed up with big statement necklaces - hers being golden to compliment the belt and mine being rose-gold with black gems - and then wearing Van's. But who didn't love the casual-chic look?! And in the crowd no one would see our feet anyway. "Van's for the win", Em cheered reading my mind as always. When she was done with putting her long hair in a fishtail braid and I had finally managed to make the wings of my eyeliner look symmetrical we grabbed our bags and my neon pink sign and took off to meet firstly our nice driver from the day before and then the woman who was supposed to meet us at the venue to give us our early entry tickets.