Mishaps in Love

Chapter 5:

Riley's POV:

While we were on the plane, I had to order me a dress. So I went with a simple, elegant, red dress.

"Is this too much?" I asked Dylan.

"No, it's perfect." He said.

"Good, what hotel are we going to be at?"

"The Grand Royal. I guess that's where most celebrities go for award shows." I never looked at Tyler and Dylan as celebrities. They were just like everybody else. I finished up the last of the details and laid my phone down.

"Do you ever get nervous on camera?" I asked.

"No, because I feel like I can be myself no matter what. How I portray Stiles on Teen Wolf is how I actually act off screen so that's why I enjoy being on camera." It made sense. But to me, the way Dylan was acting was making me a little uncomfortable. He wasn't being himself. He was acting like he was scared to touch me.

"Why are you acting like this? Did I do something to you?" I suddenly asked.

"Umm...no. Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom." Dylan got up and made his way to the restroom. What in the hell did I do to him, and why on this particular night? If he was going to act this way, so was I. This flight needs to hurry up.

Dylan's POV:

When we got off the plane, our car was there to pick us up and take us to the hotel. Okay now Riley was acting weird. She wasn't talking or anything. She just starring out the window the whole time, with her headphones in. When we arrived at the hotel, there was tons of paparazzi standing out there, waiting for people to arrive.

"You might want to stay close." I suggested. I put on my sunglasses and hopped out the car. Riley grabbed ahold of my hand and held it as we got out.

"Dylan O'Brien how are you?" One of the photographers asked me.

"I'm good man." I decided to reply.

"Is this your girlfriend?"

What is she to you?"

Isn't she Tyler's slightly younger sister?" All of them shouted random questions at me. Honestly, I didn't know what we were. Hopefully we were something. Instead, I didn't answer them. We just entered the hotel so that we could hurry and get away from the paparazzi. Riley immediately let go of my hand and walked over to the elevator. Going to the elevator at the same time were five boys, all talking in accents.

"Aye! Louis, you can't be doing that." The long, curly haired one said.

"Sorry Harry, maybe you should watch where you step mate." They all gathered into the elevator. The same one we were getting on. For some reason, they looked so familiar.

"Can someone hold the elevator?" I called out. The blond haired one stuck his foot out to stop the door from shutting.

"Thanks." Me and Riley both stuffed our bodies in there.

Riley's POV:

When we were in the elevator, there was one to many bodies. The five boys that was already in the elevator before we were looked way too familiar. I took out one of my earphones to ask Dylan something.

"Dylan," I called. It suddenly got quiet. "What floor are we getting off on?"

"Four." He answered.

"So are we." The blonde one said. I smiled at him, then put my earphone back in.

Niall's POV:

She was the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on. I had my eyes glued on her from the moment they stepped into the elevator. She took out one of her earphones to speak.