It's Not an Existential Crisis

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

*****ARIELLA's POV*****

I woke up and stretched my arms. I looked at the hotel phone that had a beeping red light. I clicked the play button while I heard the front desk lady let me know about checkout.

"Good morning Ms. Jones, I wanted to inform you that you will need to be out of your room by 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. You may either leave your room key in the room when you leave or you may return it to the front desk. We hope you have had a good stay here in London and hope you return soon."

The tone played to end the message.

"Same." I sighed.

I grabbed my cell and clicked the call button for Dan. It rang about 6 times and went to his voicemail.

I shrugged and then dialed Phil's number.

"Hello?" He said.

"Hi Phil, it's Ariella."

"Oh hey, what's up?"

"Is Dan there? He didn't answer his phone." I said.

"Yeah, he is still sleeping, he was up late editing a video last night."

"Oh okay, well I was just wondering if you guys want to hang out today before I have to leave tomorrow."

"Oh course! We actually wanted to take you out to lunch if that's alright." He said.

"That sounds wonderful," I smiled, "should I just meet you guys at your place?"

"Uh sure! You can actually come over right now if you'd like, I'm just relaxing and watching TV if you'd like to join."

"Ok, just let me get dressed and I will be there."

"Ok see you then!" He exclaimed and hung up.

I put on a black tank top with my galaxy sweater on top tucked into a black high-waisted skirt. The black tights and boots really tied the look up.

I took a taxi over to the guy's flat. I knocked quietly on the front door and was greeted by the always bubbly Phil.

"Come in, come in." He let me inside. This is the first time I actually have been in their place. It was so cool! There was a lot of paintings and random objects that they have received from their fans.

"I'm going to let Dan sleep a little more but if he isn't awake in 10 minutes then we shall have our fun." He rubbed his hands like a villian.

"Ooo I agree." I raised one of my eyesbrows while we laughed at each other. He led me into their kitchen/living room area.

"Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee?" He asked as he put his dishes I'm assuming were from breakfast away.

"I'll take a cup of coffee please." I put my purse down.

"Coming right up!" He got out three mugs for the three of us.

"So what time is your flight tomorrow?"

"Its at noon, but I'm getting kicked out of my room at 10." I sat down at their kitchen bar.

"Well that works out because security takes forever to deal with." Phil declared.

I pouted, "Yeah, ugh, I don't want to go."

"We don't want you to go either." He gave me an overdramatic sad expression.

"Next time I come back, I will have to bring Artie. She would love it here. I'm pretty sure you two would get along."

"Oh and why's that?" He asked as he poured the coffee.