I want you

The pictures

Once in the gym and running on the treadmill I rang Maddy through my headphones.

"Hiya, the receptionist said you phoned me?" I said through my headphones to Maddy.

"Yeah I got your voice mail, sorry I was in a meeting-with Joe and Caspar actually! Anyway how did it go the interview?" Maddy replied.

I gave her a low down of all the questions Stephanie asked me and Maddy said that it seemed like a good base interview to have and was pleased that I apparently came across okay, as primary personal public exposure can be make or break.

"Okay well I better go, but before I do, if I was you Y/N I wouldn't book in that hotel again" Maddy said a concerned tone to her voice.

"What why?" My confusion out doing Maddy's.

"Well for starters receptionist shouldn't actually ask for messages when someone rings up for a guest and they also shouldn't know you're engaged on another line to your parents when your manager tries to call" Maddy stated.

It felt like the world had just stopped for a second, I lost my footing on the treadmill and stumbled over. I picked myself up, not caring what the surrounding gym goers thought of me, as my mind was fogged by Maddy's comments.

"The receptionist said you phoned the hotel because you knew I was engaged on the phone and that you left a message saying to phone back regarding my interview?!" I quickly replied out of breath, half due to running, half due to the fear taking over my body.

"Y/N I never mentioned anything about an interview" Maddy replied tentatively.

"And I never mentioned anything about my parents" my tone copying that of Maddy.

"Well how did he know?" Both me and Maddy said in sync, nervous latching onto each word.

I began to feel very vulnerable. How did the receptionist know so much when he had been told nothing? Why was he forming together his own little narrative on my life, and how was it so accurate? I had found it weird that morning when he'd addressed me by full name, and now i came to think of it I didn't check in with him. I hadn't even posted on social media about my interview yet.

"Maddy I don't understand how he knew, I haven't told anyone of my interview, not even Lucy, or Joe. Only my parents." I answered.

"Y/N I can't help but be concerned by this" Maddy stated. "I'm going to try and figure this out, in the meantime you need to help prepare for tomorrow."

We ended the phone call and I continued to work out. Thoughts rushing around my head. Confused by what had happened and how the receptionist had manipulated the messages that he passed on, I decided I wanted to get some fresh air and run to the shop where I could buy my lunch.

Once I'd returned to my hotel room with my lunch I showered and then ate my lunch. I put on a white jumper and blue ripped jeans with white nike trainers. I rang joe and asked if he wanted to meet up and he said he'd be over in a minute. I put on some natural makeup and let my hair dry naturally wavy.

Continuously the thoughts of the receptionist and the way in which he knew so much were going over and over in my mind, whilst caught in my thoughts I found my self in the reception meeting Joe. We embraced and he kissed me on the cheek in a friendly way. We quickly left the reception and walked to a coffee shop on the corner.

Over a cappuccino I told Joe about the weird events that had unveiled over the past few days.

"Y/N thats so weird, its an invasion of your privacy for fuck sake" Joe stated, he was getting angry. "Is he working there now, do you want me to talk to him??"

"No Joe it's fine honestly, I don't want to rise to it, it's weird but its been harmless so far." I replied, grateful for Joe's protectiveness over me.

We sat talking for hours, just catching up, filling Joe in on my interview and telling him about my shoot tomorrow. Joe reached down and picked up his phone-a puzzled look on his face.

"What's up Joe?" I asked looking from his face to his screen.

"What the fuck?" Said Joe under his breath, he looked around before grabbing his jacket. "Y/N we have to go come on"

"Joe? What no, I haven't finished my coffee. What's ha..." confusion in every word I muttered.

"Y/N i am not joking. Now. Trust me." He grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes before dragging me out the cafe and into a taxi that was outside.

"Joe what the fuck is going on?!" I was angry by the lack of clarity Joe was making.

"Just look at this" a face of concern took over Joe's normally cheery face as he showed me his phone screen.

On it were pictures of me at the hotel in my work out clothes on the phone and the other a picture of me and Joe hugging in the hotel reception followed by a snap of us in the coffee shop.

"Joe what the fuck is going on? Who took those pictures" my voice shaking. I felt so entrapped and watch.

"I bet I can fucking guess" Joes fists clenched and his voice became rough.

A/N-who do you think took the pictures?

Are you guys actually enjoying this I feel like its awful?