*1 week later*
I woke up to the sounds of prepubscent girls screaming at the top of their lungs,'What the fuck?' I think to myself as I open the curtains.
"Holy shit! There are over 1000 girls out there! What is happening?" I mutter to myself.
I go to call the front desk.
"Hello Ms King! How can we help you?" the receptionist says cheerily.
"Hi, can you please explain to me why their are over 1000 girls outside the hotel? I'd really like some sleep..." I say attempting to keep the sarcasm and anger down.
"I'm terribly sorry, they are out of our control. A celebrity guest arrived and well, clearly they are well liked." The man says attempting to make a joke.
"Ugh!" I say, hanging up.
I'm going to give this celebrity a piece of my mind.
It shouldn't be too hard, right? Which one is the room with the burly looking security guards on the outside?
After about 15 minutes of searching, and going up and down floors.. I'd found them, they were literally right next door.
The security guards stared at me in shock.
"How did a fan get up here?? ESCORT HER DOWNSTAIRS NOW!" one of them says to the other.
"Yes sir" he replies.
"Listen here you little prick, I couldn't give less than two shits about whoever is in that room, but could you tell them to keep the wilderbeasts they call fans quiet so I can go to sleep? And I'm no fucking fan.. I've booked the room next door."
"WHAT? WE'D BOOK THE WHOLE FLOOR SO NO ONE WOULD BE UP HERE!" The guards say incredulously.
"Clearly you didn't."
"Come with me young lady, I need a word with the receptionist about this." The taller one says.
"Whatever." I reply walking with him.
After an incredibly awkward elevator ride down, we'd reach the service desk.
"Excuse me, I'm representing the... guests that arrived yesterday, and I was under the assumption that we had booked out the WHOLE floor?" The man said angrily to the worker.
"Oh yes of course! You booked out everything sir!" The man said quite frantically, poor guy must be new.
"But this young lady claims to be staying in the presedential suite?" He asks.
"Oh yes Ms. King! Of course she is, she's booked it out for 2 months! Hope your stay is well Ms. King."
"Well..." I say annoyed.
"This is unacceptable, we cannot have anyone on our floor, we are taking our things and leaving."
And just like that we stormed up the exact elevator and had the same awkward ride up to our floor.
I walked into my room, yet could hear the security guys conversation with the guests.
"Boys, there is someone staying in the presidential suite on the floor other than us, we are moving."
"No! But Paul we love it here! I bet the guy living their doesn't care! I hear a thick british accent say.
"I'm a women! BUT I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU JUST PLEASE SHUT YOUR ANNOYING FANS THE FUCK UP."
After about 20 minutes and a whole bunch of whispering I hear a knock on my door.
"WHAT?" still irritated at the fact that I'd barely had any sleep.
"The boys refuse to leave this hotel, so you aren't to spend any time with them no matter what."
"Listen here "Paul", I don't give a shit if you've got Barack Obama in there. I could care LESS."
"Good." he says, leaving the room.
Finally, I can get back to sleep.
"PSST! PSST! HEY GIRL NEXT DOOR PSST!" I hear a familiarly annoying british accent whisper through the wall.
"WHAT." I reply frustratedly, "IM TRYING TO SLEEP."
"Why don't you like us? Aren't you curious about who we are?" He says, clearly smiling.
"NO, YOU'RE BURLY SECURITY GUARD TOLD ME TO BACK OFF, SO THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING."
"Oh Paul? He means nothing by it! Just come by if you're bored."
"No, fuck off." I reply back, going back to sleep.
After about 30 minutes, I hear it again.
"PSST. PSST."
"IF YOU DON'T STOP THAT I'LL..."
"YOU'LL WHAT?"
'Fuck it, I've had enough.' I thought to myself, getting out of the bed and walking outside.
Paul and his friend clearly shocked at my blatant attempts at getting into the door, stop me.
"Paul, let go of me and I wont hurt you."
"HAHAHA, You can't hurt me."
"Oh?" I say flipping him and releasing myself from the bear hug he had me in.
He gets up clearly shocked, throwing a few punches, But 13 years of Martial Arts and a black belt wasn't going to fail me now.
After dodging a few punches, I plain round house kick him to the face. Paul was out cold. His friend, clearly quite intimidated attempts to catch me off guard, but he also earns himself a roundhouse kick to the face.
Puffing, I open the door to find 5 boys watching TV in 5 different beds.
"AHH! Who are you??" They say quite scared, noticing both their guards on the floor outside.
"I'm the girl next door, and if ANY of you knock my door again.. That's what will happen to you" I say, pointing to the people on the floor.
As I turn to leave, I hear
"Don't you know who we are?"
"I couldn't give a flying fuck who you are mate."
"Well, since we are both going to be here for about a month, we better get to know each other." The taller one says.
"I'm Liam," He states. "That's Niall" pointing to the quivering Blonde boy in the corner.
"That's Harry, the curly hair one, Zayn the guy with the quiff.. and Louis, the... well it's Louis."
"Listen Liam, I appreciate the tour, but after me beating the hell out of your guards, I doubt they'll let me see you again.. So all of this is pointle...IS THAT FIFA 13?" I say
"Y-y-yes.." The blonde one says.. Niall was his name right?
"Don't be scared, I wont beat you up... I have a Playstation in my room, But I haven't worked out how to hook it up to the TV, mind helping me?
"Yeah I will." Liam says.
After about 30 minutes of Handymanning, It was done.
"So, you play FIFA huh? Liam says.
"I play a LOT of games, COD, FIFA, Skyrim.. you name it, I have it."
"Awesome, I've gotta play you sometime.. What's your Playstation User?"
"It's GirlGoneGamer24"
"Alright I'll get the boys to add you!" Liam says, leaving.
"Whatever." I mumble, going back to sleep.
Oh, there is going to be hell to pay tomorrow for beating up the security.
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AUTHOR NOTES:
What do you think? Yes the main character has no idea who One Direction are, nor does she care. {she lives under a rock apparently}
Good twist? do you like it? Comment and tell me ;)
