Meant To Be

Chapter 15

Meant To Be 15:

I woke up to Jessie J blasting on the radio. I left my eyes closed for a minute. When I opened them, Harry was about 2 inches for my face. I laughed and rolled over until I fell off the bed. Suddenly I heard a loud banging on the door just as Harry fell on me. "Layla!" Gigi yelled. Then the door swung open. Gigi stared at me and Harry laughing on the ground on top of each other. "Um." Gigi said, still staring. "I'll just uh... Get up." I said, then dusted off my t shirt. "See you later, love?" Harry asked. "Of course!" I said, then walked to our suite. "Come on, we have dance." Gigi said. I quickly changed into my leotard and hot shorts. I grabbed my dance bag, then ran out the hotel onto the street, with Juliet and Gigi in tow. They kept whistling, but not enough to catch a taxi. "PHHHHHHH!" I finally whistled, stopping 2 taxis. The girls looked at me once we got into one. "How'd you do that?" Juliet asked. "I did grow up in New York, you know. " I told them, rolling my eyes playfully.I looked out of the window then watched the London city to by. We finally stopped in front of a tall building, at least 10 stories tall. At the top, was a all glass room. A lady with platinum blonde hair stepped out, and hustled towards us faster than her extremely high heels allowed. I stepped out first and scrambled out the door. Juliet and Gigi did the same. "Why are you girls in a taxi?" The British woman said, saying taxi like most people would say dog poop. "Where's the limo?" she asked again. "We never received a limo, miss." Juliet said from behind me. "Yeah." I said. "You should be more organized." I then pushed pass her and into the building. "Where's the studio?" Gigi asked. The lady ignored her and went to an elevator. "Layla Miles, Gigi Knight, and Juliet Harris." She told the other woman behind the receptionist desk. The woman nodded and scribbles something down. "So, where are we going?" I asked her. "Where do you think, you twit?" She said. "Were going to the studio." "Who are you, anyway? You can't call us 'twits'." Gigi said, saying twits in a phony British accent. I smiled my thanks at her. "Well, I am Kari, your agent." I practically burst out laughing. "Our AGENT? What are we, movie stars?" I laughed. "No." She huffed. "But you will need assistance, considering your age. And seeing the news yesterday morning, you will need bodyguards." She snapped, eyeing Juliet and I. Juliet gasped, and I gave her a nasty look. We arrived at the top floor, and I stepped out. "Whoa." Gigi breathed. Juliet and I nodded in agreement. The whole studio was made out of glass, except for the ceiling and floor. A man was standing in the center, wearing all black. Kari stayed in the elevator, then the doors closed.  We stared at the ma. He stated at us. After about 5 minutes, he cracked a evil smile and said, "Welcome to Hell."