Unknown Pov
The girl crept out in to the night keeping a hood over her face. She wore a large hoodie that went down past her thighs. She braced against the wind wipping her hair into her eyes. Her red shoes were peeking out from her long but fitting jeans. Car lights rounded the corner and she stood frozen in the middle of the before disappearing into the shadow on the side of the street.
Megan’s POV
When I got to the hotel where I would help well work in the kitchen preparing food for the next night and day. The manager told me he they were having problems with the electricity but not to worry the stove are working fine. He also told me that since I worked the night shift I didn’t have to wear a uniform.
“Meghan I need you to run me an errand, Please?” called Stacy from across the large kitchen.
“What is it I have to watch the stove for the beans?” I said absent mindedly stirring them.
“Room 395 just called down with a huge order of room service and asked for hot water and coffee.”
“Who would want room serve in the middle of the night? And do we even take orders at night? “I asked.
“Well no…. but they are tipping huge, or that’s what the man on the phone said. I also want you to deliver it, don’t worry you’ll get most of the tip I promise.” She knew my financial situation.
“Okay I will do it you said room 395 right?” I asked looking for the plates to bring up to the man’s room.
“oh honey it will be on a cart there is quite a bit of food, you will also need to bring it up on the elevator.”
“Um okay.” I started pushing the car over into the lobby of the hotel and over to the elevator that for such a big hotel it was surprisingly small. After hauling it in I knew that the elevator would be a long ride to floor 5. I sat down next to the cart and started to doze off. The elevator suddenly stopped and five young men came into the elevator, with the hall way lights off which the hotel does to save power at night I couldn’t see them very well. I guess they couldn’t see me either or just didn’t acknowledge me, not many people did these days. They were still laughing about something when the elevator doors closed and it lurched upward again. They pressed the same floor button that I did and all stood talking about odd subjects. Suddenly the elevator stopped and the red light came on. Shoot the power went out and the generator didn’t power it. My pager vibrated and had a message saying that I didn’t have to check back into work after delivering the food and that she would see me tomorrow night. Shoot if only mine was upgrade to send messages back such as I’m stuck with five boys acting like they are drunk in an elevator, with no power and unnoticed. I was still sitting with my back against the wall when my phone lit up from me seeing if I had service, I didn’t.
“Did anyone just see that light?” A taller on asked his silhouette barely visible from the soft red light. The elevator was pitching black.
“No you are imaging things” said another. Thank god I didn’t not want to be noticed. “OW! Louis that hurt, just because your drunk doesn’t mean you punch me!” said the same voice. It started to sound familiar and the name Louis did too. Shoot now I was in an elevator with a drunken guy….perfect just perfect. Suddenly one of the boys came crashing down just narrowly missing the food cart but lading right on me. “Hey they have pillows in here.” Someone’s head now lay on my stomach, and I was flat on my back.
“Harry you stupid lad don’t punch him back! And LOUIS get off the floor that’s not pillows that’s someone!” a masculine voice shouted.
“Harry get him off the floor I’ll get the person up. Must be a kid, you know too scared to be around strangers.”
Someone managed to find my arm and start yanking me up, but I snapped out that I could help myself.
“Oh so we know you are a girl. How old are you?” Another voice asked beside me.
“Does it matter? You wouldn’t believe me, and its dark and we are stuck in an elevator and you want to know my age!?”
“Just wondering”
“well since I am guessing you’re never going to see what I look like or ever know me I just say I am pretty, don’t work here, thrilled to be in the presence of a drunk Louis Tomlinson.
“That’s my name!” he said right in my ear and I flinched a little not knowing where he was.
“So I’m guessing that everything you just said was the opposite of what you are? Am I right?” I guess my silence answered for me.
“Whatever we don’t care.” Answered another new voice.
“Do you know if the kitchen has brought up the food yet?” asked one to another. I spoke before any could answer.
“If you are room 395 then the food on the cart in the corner is yours, even though you technically haven’t paid for it”
“Thanks love, I’m Harry by the way.” Said the one that I was practically backed into because I was standing now and the elevator was so small.
“Megan.”
“Nice you can have some of the food if you want?”
“I can’t it’s against the rules.” I said.
“There are no rules in a Brocken elevator and I thought you didn’t work here hmmm” I could just imagine the smirk on his face.
“Whatever.” I said. I don’t know why I was being do mean I am usually really nice but for some reason I couldn’t bear to be nice to the band that had helped me such a hard time in my life. I got another generic message on my pager, from Stacy hey everyone still working it read, the elevators, and stoves and lights all aren’t working so the boss said go home and sleep in tomorrow, and it will be fixed in two days. Oh my gosh. I am stuck in here for two days and no one knows.
