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Ocean House Hotel - Part One [Sebastian Stan]

I arrived at the Ocean House Hotel, not late, but not early either. It's imposing structure was a stark contrast to its name, it loomed over me as I looked up to the ominous sky overhead. It's brickwork was grey and dull, clearly old and full of stories and partly battered by the waves of the sea that encased the back half of it's form; the waves lashed against the cliffs below. Whoever built this place was... odd.

The hotel was supposed to have been renovated, the state of the outside didn't ease my mind as I could only guess what my room was going to look like. Hopefully not the top floor I thought, as I continued to look up at the swaying structure; it was probably my eyes playing tricks on me. Rain clouds threatened to release at any moment as a rumble echoed in the distance. I hurried inside.

I bumped into Emma in the foyer, she had forgotten to book a room. This was unlike Emma, she was particular in her ways, always early, never late. Organised and predictable. She'd arrived early, I gave her that, but how had she not booked a room? She paced and rapped her knuckles on the counter, trying to bargain with the poor woman at reception, whilst other bodies and well known faces scurried away to their rooms, bags wheeled behind them, knocking the back of legs as they scurried along in a daze.

The event we were attending was huge, and strangely in the middle of nowhere, the only board, this hotel. Emma Roberts was one of the attendees as well as myself and a handful of others, and him. How could I almost forget about him. My nerves spiked as I thought about his perfect form, willing to the gods, anyone, that there would be no encounters with my past.

I watched on as Emma continued to haggle for a place to sleep, no other hotels nearby. I noticed many ruinous winding corridors and stairways leading off the main foyer, it's dull paint and paper peeling from the walls. Yup, my room was going to be awful, I groaned whilst wishing I could just head back home, praying they had messed up my booking.

I sighed seeing Emma at breaking point, seconds from losing composure.

"She can bunk with me" I announce walking up to the desk to give the woman my details. "If that's okay, I mean." I notice Emma clinging onto an extra dry clean bag, a sleek suit tucked neatly inside. "This isn't yours." I frown as a porter hands her a ticket before rushing off. She thanks him.

"That's fine mam." The gaunt receptionist says to me, clearly flustered, her voice almost breaking. "The room is a double, I'll just update the booking. I'm so sorry about this-" She looked close to tears. Clearly the hotel was not used to hosting this many people.

I toy with the dry clean label which Emma tries to pry from my grip. 'Mr' S Stan' scratched in black ink winks at me as I grab hold of the label. My face drops. It's like suddenly everything comes to a stand still, even the dust particles floating through the air have no energy to fall. Emma's voice brings me from my stupor.

"Hol listen I'm sorry-" She mumbles. "I just saw it hanging, the staff are busy, it wouldn't hurt to drop it off to him.-"

Unfortunately Emma didn't know the extent of Sebastian's and I's past, I hoped she wasn't expecting me to take it to him, and to have some kind of reunion. The receptionist interrupted, a queue was building behind us.

"Here's your room key, I'm sorry there isn't anyone available to escort you to your room-" She went on to explain the whereabouts of our room, it sounded complicated, the layout of the building strange. She handed us some paper with a diagram for aid.

I rolled my eyes and puffed out my cheeks, heading to the elevator, only to see it was out of order. Our room was almost at the top. I was thankful that I wasn't likely to get trapped in a rickety old elevator but annoyed at the amount of stairs we would have to take, they were steep and winding, and with our cases too. The corridors we faced were long, the walls off kilter and at weird angles, paint peeled here too. It truly was like a horror film, it reminded me of the shining. I gulped down a lump that had formed in my throat as I consulted the crumpled piece of paper in my hand.