Just Go With It (Louis Tomlinson FanFic)

~Chapter 3~

HAI GUIZEEE! So how is it so far? I noticed that no one VOMMENTED...but its okay! I still love all my readers! Anywhore, what do you think will happen between Belle and the "mysterious" boys? Will she run into them again? Hmmmm... Wellp. Read on my extra lovely lovelies! -XxxMariahJo

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*Belle's P.O.V*

As I parked the car in it's new spot, I noticed the fags unloading their car. I swear if their room is anywhere near mine, we will surely have a problem. They were pushing each other and yelling playfully, but still obnoxiously.

"Weirdos...god I hope they get kicked out." I quietly muttered to myself as I got out of my car and locked it. I walked out of the parking lot and into the hotel. It looked really nice! There was a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The floor was all marble and the walls were all pure glass. Nice choice Dani! I realized then that I forgot what floor and room Dani and I were staying at. "Stupid Belle stupid!" I mentally yelled at myself. I walked up to the receptionist. I realized that I probably look like crap because I haven't done my hair since the gas station about three hours ago! I self consciously tucked a loose blond strand behind my ear. When I got to the desk, I waited to get the old lady's attention. She had grey hair and it was pulled into a tight yet neat bun. She was chunky and had to be about 75.

"Hello, dear, what can I do for ya?" She asked with a sweet southern accent.

"Hi! Uhm I was just wondering if you could tell me what room I'm in! I believe it's under Dunnigan?" I asked sweetly. She gave me a kind smile.

"Let me look it up for ya sugar!" She replied as I grinned and silently wished that everyone could be that sweet. As I was waiting, I heard the door open and I turned around. Great. The goons have arrived. My day just got 100 times better! Not. "Dear? Your staying on floor 10 room 209!" The lady said, making me turn back to face her.

"Thank you!" I said politely and walked to the elevator. I pushed the up button and waited for it to ding. I admired the beautiful view of the city that glass walls gave me as I heard the sweet voice again.

"Well kids you're on floor 10 room 212!" I heard the voice of the old lady. "You can probably catch the elevator with that kind young lady over there." She added, gesturing to me. Wait what? They're in the room right near mine! Why me?

Thank you love." I heard one the Irish accent say. Do they all say 'love'? God, they really need to expand their vocabulary.

I was awoken from my rude thoughts by the ding of the elevator. I walked in about to close the doors when I heard a faint voice. "Hold the lift!" 'They' called. God help me. And what the fuck is a lift?

"Thank you love." Irish man said.

"Whatever." I answered quickly. The doors closed and they all finally put their hoods down and took off their sun glasses, flashing me dazzling smiles. I rolled my eyes in response. They glanced at each other, seeming confused. What, was I supposed to know who they are? As much as I hated to admit it, they were all pretty good looking. A voice being cleared knocked me out of my thoughts.

"I said what floor love?" An all to familiar voice asked. This was the flirt. I looked up to meet his gorgeous green eyes. He had curly hair and a nice jaw line. And those dimples...

"10." I stated bluntly, trying not to be phased by his looks.

"Oh goody! We're on that floor too babe!" Another voice said. This voice sounded like the boy I spit my loogie on. And I was right.

"Woopdey-fucking-doo." I said with sarcasm dripping from my voice. I looked up at him. He was quite stunning actually. Bright grey/blue eyes and messy yet stylish hair. If he wasn't a total jerk, I might actually like him.