A Trip to Remember (A Niall Horan/One Direction Love Story)

Chapter 2

Taylor's POV

'Taylor wake the hell up I'm not going to tell you again. You know how slow you are in the morning!" A pain began in my ear as the ringing of my nagging roommates words began to get closer and closer.

What time was it even? Like 4am? I rolled over to check the alarm clock that I'm so use to on my right, but quickly discovered that such thing did not exist. What..? I rolled back around to try and ask the nagging voice where my clock went when I was overcome with a state of panic when I didn't see my typical purple walled room.

"Taylor seriously get into the bathroom now. We're meeting downstairs for breakfast at 8:00 and if you're not there, the chaperones will hunt you down and drag you there in your current state." My mind came to recognize the voice as Carter's, my other good friend from back home. Right. Home. We're in London. I looked down at what I was wearing. Boxers and a baggy, old t-shirt. Well I'd be comfy if they drug me down there.. just very unappealing.

"What time is it?" I didn't want to move. This bed was like a giant puffy cloud.

"7:45. MOVE." Shit. How was I suppose to get ready in 15 minutes? I stood up and looked around the bright and polished room in search for the bathroom. As though engulfed by a monster of fluff, Maddie was still sound asleep in her too big bed without any indication of life apart from the occasional murmur. Talking in her sleep was just another thing that made her amusing. Shit. 15 minutes.

I slid the fogged, perfect looking glass door back to find my final room mate sitting on the white and black flecked granite countertop while staring at her phone, as if she were at home and not in a land of luxury.

"Karly why the hell aren't you ready yet?! We have 15 minutes!" She widened her eyes and ran out of the room, almost hitting her face on the door in the process. Always on her phone. I wonder what's so interesting. No one can text here unless you want to pay an arm and a leg per message.

I checked my features in the mirror with my gaze going naturally to all my flaws. This part of my stomach needs to disappear, this acne needs to fuck right off and this face needs to become attractive. Sigh.

"Okay we're leaving! Bye!" I heard the door slam and I knew my 15 minutes were officially up. Maddie got ready in 2 minutes.. damn her perfection. Whatever. If they wanted me at breakfast right now they could drag me down. I walked out of the bathroom, deciding that my hair could remain in it's current state. Wavy it is. I walked out into the large hallway that was part of our room and over to one of the modern black sofas that sat in our living room. It was obvious how much tiredness overruled rational decisions last night. There were mounds and mounds of suitcases on the sofas, almost like there wasn't one there at all. I pushed over others boulder-like bags to get to my single silver one. I wasn't much of a 'bring your life with you' type of traveler, I was more of a 'buy your life there' type. Why bring the old stuff when you can get the new stuff? Woot. My bags well broken in wheels filled the silence as I drug it across the tiled floors. I was amazed at how we all got into this hotel.. It was like living in a dream. The entire layout of the buildings decor was très à-la-mode. Black and white seemed to be the main colour scheme, with the occasional colour pop of a plant or magazine. This reminded me a lot of the places I'd have gone on a vacation to. Every year I'd go on some tropical trip to a far off island or country, with my parents always insisting that we'd stay in a 5 star hotel, much like this one. I've been on one of our family trips every year as far back as I could remember, so I guess you could say I'm use to this travel thing. How our red neck of a province got us into this hotel is just incomprehensible! We're staying in a suite with 4 separate bedrooms, king size beds and all, a appliance and food filled kitchen and a completely loaded living room. Oh, but there's only one bathroom, but it's the size of two of our rooms combined, so it's forgiven. The rooms averaged out to around 800$/night.. But somehow our school, renting out all the suites for the choir kids, got an enormous discount. Hey, I'm not complaining one bit.

I got dressed in some comfy yoga pants and our school jacket (required for during the day. ugh),

and decided that considering it's 8:30, the bus will be leaving in about 10-15 minutes, leaving me just enough time to get purposefully lost a little. I got in the elevator and the very formally dressed man welcomed me "..to the lift!" Why was he looking at me like he wanted something? Maybe I should just smile and he'll take me somewhere?

"Thank you!"

"You're with the school group from Canada I'm presuming." He looked directly at my jackets neon obnoxiousness with moderate distaste. They must not get a lot of younger people here.

"Can I go to the.. um.. pool please?" I chose the first button I saw to lead his mind away from my schools spirit.

"Hmph." The button was pressed and we began to fall.

After a couple wrong turns, the pool was finally in front of me. The waterfalls that poured off of two opposite walls were accented by the mood lights that laid all along the insides, making them appear magical. There were a few people here, most of them being older, but for the exception of a few guys with their backs turned to me. Their voices filled the echoey, nature sounding void with rings of laughter from hitting a soccer ball back and forth with various body parts, winning disproving looks from the elderly occupants. I looked at the time on my phone. Sigh. 8:43. Don't want to get in trouble on the first day of this trip or I'll never hear the end of it from the arrogant chaperones. I turned around to walk back out into the maze I came when THUMP. A sudden pain came into the back of my neck. I turned around to see the three boys looking in my direction frightened about their previous action. I looked down to find their soccer ball at my feet, rather than being jammed into my neck. I picked up the ball and walked over closer to the poolside, not wanting to slip and kill myself by kicking it because me being me, that obviously would happen. Hmm. They're cute.

"Greatly sorry about that, love!" The guy with darkish brown hair and a seductive but cheeky grin spoke. Why is he talking to me? Cute guys don't talk to me.. Cause let's be honest.. It's me.

"Yeah, sorry as well. This lad's got a good kick even while submerged." The guy with the seductive looks, sexy stubble and beautiful dark hair mentioned while pointing to the blond guy beside him. 2 attractive boys talked to me in one day.. New record?

The blond boy was just standing there in the water looking between me and the ball, not saying a world. Damn. Maybe I won't make an even higher highest record today of 3. The blond boy was looked worried still.. He looks really cute worried. His eyes locked with mine. His eyes shone like the water did under the lights.. Magical.. I mean. Shit. I've been standing here while holding their ball and probably gawking at then and looking on the point of drooling. SNAP OUT OF IT.

"We'll I am also, but I guess you'll never know." I kicked the ball across to the opposite side of the pool, which was quite lengthily might I add. Didn't slip. Feeling accomplished. They looked back over at me after following their ball, but I couldn't catch their faces. I cheekily smiled and turn around and ran out before I could take another awkwardly long pause to wonder why their faces were so perfect. Damn, where'd that flirtyness come from? Stop that Taylor, you seductive mole rat you.