The Taj Mahal Hotel (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1- The Boy Band

A/N: 23rd February 2013 
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Harry's POV

So it was official. I was appointed the lead singer of the brand new British boy band by the name of One Direction. I was really proud of the name, partially because I was the one who came up with it, but also because the boys really thought that it was the perfect name for our group. I was happy because they were; happiness and agreement was the key to a successful boy band, I'd decided.

It was only my second week of being the leader of this already awesome band; however the burden of responsibility had already started to kick in. I should start getting used to it, I thought, so I decided to ask the boys if we should go on a vacation somewhere where no one had heard of us yet. It was to be a holiday intended solely for relaxation and bonding, miles away from Directioners and without the attention of paparazzi.  I had India in mind. The tickets were pre-booked by our manager, Paul Higgins, and we were to depart next week. We were to stay in Mumbai at The Taj Mahal Hotel.

The eagerly awaited week arrived and we were now waiting at the immigration counter at the Mumbai Airport.

"Haz, do you reckon they'll recognize us?” Lou sounded uncertain.

"I'm sure they won't, Lou."

Just like that, we passed immigration, checking in as any ordinary person would. It was all going well and according to plan. Suddenly the thought of a normal undisturbed vacation didn't seem so surreal anymore.

As soon as we stepped outside the Mumbai Airport, I knew that we were in for one extremely hot, humid vacation and by the looks of it, we were going to have to get used to it.

We caught a taxi to the hotel that Paul had booked for us. It was called the Taj Mahal Hotel. I couldn't wait to get a long rest and recover from jetlag as soon as we arrived there.

I stole a glance outside the taxi window to see something I had never seen in my life, ever before. The streets of Mumbai were jam packed with taxis, autos and motorbikes all honking their horns at each other to get away to their desired destinations. It was as though honking your horn was the main form of traffic communication. The amount of pedestrians on the streets was crazy! I had never experienced such busy city life before. The boys’ faces inside the taxi, confirmed that they shared my thoughts.

The taxi pulled into the new hotel that we'd be staying in. My mouth turned into an 'O' at the sight of the place- it was massive. I gazed up at the multitude of windows and studied the architectural design of the whole place. If the boys and I were able to stay at places like this throughout our career, boy were we lucky! There were so many floors, so I had to check the tickets to make sure we'd go to the right level. Luckily enough, we were on level three. Didn't have to climb much stairs that way.

We asked a lady who was walking with her two kids for directions into the main entrance and she happily led us. I was anticipating the rooms that we'd get and I just couldn't wait to recover from jetlag in our new bedrooms.

Zayn's POV

A nice lady had shown us our way into the hotel. It looked really beautiful on the outside and I couldn't wait to get to our rooms.

My eyes immediately landed on the receptionist. She was tall, had perfect long length black hair and was wearing a short black mini strapless, which showed off her curves.

"Zayn, what are you doing mate?" Liam asked me following my gaze to the receptionist. When he realized that I was checking out the hot receptionist, he laughed and pulled up my dropped jaw.

"Way to make it obvious" he said and shook his head in disapproval.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" I asked, still in awe.

"Get used to it mate, you're gonna see more beautiful girls like this everywhere. But you don't decide to fall for every single one of them!" Liam answered, and gave me a reassuring pat on the back.

We were now following Hazza who was walking up to the receptionist queue. He stopped abruptly at the side entrance to the queue, where I got a good look at the beautiful girl. I stood there for what seemed like a good half hour, staring at her every move in awe. She couldn't see us, but even if she did, what was the point? I'm pretty sure no one in India knew about us yet. Fame gone to waste right there.

'Zayn! Are you alive?!" Niall shook me by the shoulders.

"Why, vas happening?!" I asked, suddenly alert to where I was. The boys all laughed. I could feel my cheeks burn scarlet.

"We've been discussing who's going to go speak to the receptionist, and since you say that know a bit of Hindi, you can go and talk to her!"

"Me?! What... No... I can't...you can't make me do this!" I stammered.

There was no way I would be able to talk without making a fool of myself in front of that gorgeous girl.

Amina' s POV

It was yet another tiring day at work as a hotel receptionist. Honestly, I don't know why I decided I'd given this job a go for my apprenticeship work experience; 'twas probably because my dad had happened to be the owner of this massive 97 floor hotel.

Anyhow, I shall explain what exactly was happening here. Well, Roeadean Girls' Private Boarding School, in Middlesex, London, had this thing going on for A level students to undertake apprenticeships in a country out of Europe. It was so they'd do something 'productive' before their A level results came out. Pfft.

So about me- I'm half Indian, half Pakistani. My parents used to live in my mum's hometown in Pakistan, until my dad had discovered that he was the owner of this massive, multimillionaire hotel, in which case they'd both decided to move to Mumbai, India and live near the hotel, obviously for convenience reasons.

And now here I was undertaking work experience at that very hotel, as a receptionist for crying out loud! Wasn't there something more easy going, like supervising the grounds?! But no. Here I was taking a sip of coffee literally after every customer that I'd served, in a miserable attempt to stay awake. I couldn't wait to go out for my break, where I'd meet my beautiful girlies, and we'd gossip about everything under the sun. Aah.

Zayn's POV

"Oh, come on, Zayn! We all know you're dying to get to know her!" Liam winked at me.

Ok, he got me on that one. But how was I going to speak to her? I was joking around when I told the boys that I could speak a bit of Hindi. Obviously, they had taken it seriously and were now making me talk to her! I had to think on the spot. I would speak to her in English, resulting in me not making a fool of myself, unless of course she was completely clueless to what I had just said. But then again, since the moment I stepped foot outside of Mumbai Airport, I hadn't heard anyone speak in English at all. Maybe I was just being ignorant. English was a universal language. Geez, this is why it helps to get to know the country before travelling there. But  what if I made a fool of myself?  What was I thinking?! She was beautiful and just so perfectly intimidating. I couldn't bear to embarrass myself on front of her!

Just do it Zayn, get it over and done with, I thought to myself as I proceeded to walk up to the front of the desk.

 A/N: Sorry for the frequent POV changes; I’ve changed this throughout the rest of my story :) Please VOTE and COMMENT! FAN me for updates! :D 
EDIT: omg, the first couple of chapters that I wrote are so mundane and boring, just re- read my story. Don't get put off by them,  I promise the story gets better Chapter 5 and onwards. You can throw carrots at me, if it doesn't! LOL. :P 

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