GUYS
i am so sorry for not updating do you know how long its been??? 2 and a half months?? oh god i am a bad person
i lost my fanfic book and just found it now, to make up for not updating i'm gonna put up two chapters ok bbs xxxxxx
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Chapter Eight
2 weeks later
I took a train to Glasgow in the cold early morning. The hours flew by quickly as I drew dumb doodles in a notepad the whole trip.
When I arrived at my destination I haggled my bags over to a roadside and called a cab over.
“Hi, could you take me to the, uh, Grand Central hotel?”
“I can sure do that for ya,”
I hopped in and as he drove through the busy traffic I admired the new surroundings.
“Are you a tourist, Miss?”
“Sort of, I’m in from Manchester.”
“Oh! m’ son lives down ‘ere, how’s the weather?”
He had a strong accent, it irritated me that I couldn’t pinpoint where it was from.
“It’s alright, quite windy.”
There was a short silence between us. I rolled down the window and took a camera out of my bag. The look of buildings in new places fascinated Amy, I promised her I’d take pictures for her to sketch.
“Ya here for work?”
“Yes, actually. Crew of X Factor.”
I don’t actually know if I’m supposed to tell people that.
“X Factor eh? I think I may ‘ave heard of that one before,”
“Wouldn’t be surprised if you had.”
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We arrived at the Grand Central hotel within 30 minutes of small talk.
Rob (the taxi drivers ‘friendly’ nickname) helped me carry my bags in, even after I insisted that it wasn’t necessary.
I dragged my bags behind me up to a desk in the centre of the room. Two young women sat there in expensive fitted blouses, eyes glued to the computer screen.
“Hello?”
The left one stood up from her wheelie chair and flashed her best (fake) smile at me.
“Good afternoon, welcome to the Grand Central hotel. How can I be of assistance today?”
“Um, I’m with the X Factor crew?”
“Oh yes, of course! Could I see your pass?”
I rummaged through my jacket pockets and pulled out the laminated card.
“Level 9, Room 61. We hope you enjoy your stay.”
I nodded in thanks and stepped into the fancy elevator. I pressed the button 9, it lit up yellow.
I stared at my reflection in the giant mirror facing me.
‘look at you, so lost inside’
The words of Jake punched through my head,
Fucking asshole.
The elevator opened and I lifted my wheelie suitcase out. The hall was long and at the end there was a large rectangular window with a beautiful view.
I read out the room numbers plastered on the doors in gold writing as I passed,
53, 55, 57, 59…
I approached the white door of room 61 and fumbled with the grey key before turning it in the lock.
I opened the door to a small lounge area and tv. A table, bench and sofa were placed in a way to make the room seem spaced.
A wall separated the queen bed from the living space, and a closed wooden door entered out to the bathroom on the left side of the queen bed.
I dropped my bags and ran towards the carefully painted maroon walls to pull the curtains open.
Wow.
The life-sized windows released an unimaginable view of the city.
I turned around and flung myself onto the soft bed, rolling over and watching the city from up high.
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