WOAH! This took forever to get out. I'm sorry, school has been hammering down on me. Anyway, I didn't get to revise it. I'm sorry, there'll be a lot of mistakes. And I don't think I'll br updating for awhile, I have something going on that i have no idea how long it'll last.
~Tate _____________________________________________________________________________
You know how sometimes when you wake up and you have no idea what’s going on. Yeah, that was me.
I woke up, the sun was shining straight in my face. I squinted my eyes, hoping to block out all lighting. I reopened them only to be greeted by a new setting.
“Ah!” I squealed
“Shut up! You hurt my ears!” Channing snapped.
Oh gosh! I forgot, Channing had put us on this stupid limo. Oh gosh!
“Channing!” I screamed
“What!?”
“Why. Are. We. Still. In. The. Limo!” I said slowly
“Oh, well we’ve been driving for awhile. All night actually. Man, you sleep like a baby!”
“Channing! Do you know how much this will cost us if they find out!” I whisper-yelled
“Don’t worry, I’ve figured it all out. It’s my dad, he ordered us the limo. He found out that we were going to an abandoned town, and he ordered us a limo to take us to wherever.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
“Call him!” I demanded
“Can’t, my phone’s dead, and so is your’s”
I sighed, everything is just great. I felt a small punch in my lap. I looked down to see make-up remover, foundation, concealer, eye shadow, mascara, lip gloss and a mirror. I looked up at Channing who looked at me expectantly. I sighed at began fixing myself up. Eventually I looked presentable.
“We’re here ladies.”
I let ourselves out before he managed to get to the door. What stood in front of us was a hotel, that’s an understatement, it was a resort. I took a minute to gawk before being dragged in by Channing.
“What do you have to say about this?!”
“My dad obviously got us a reservation! C’mon!”
Channing dragged me into the posh hotel. I gawked at the beautiful chandelier and gold flooring. It was truly spectacular. Most of the people there were about thirty through fifty year old business men and women. At the front desk stood a petite forty year old woman dressed in black. She had sleek black hair and looked quite shy. Channing pranced up to her, looking very weird being a eighteen year old girl who was wet. I followed up behind her, waiting to see what she would do next. “Reservation for Canom?” Channing said.
The girl, whose nametag said her name was Sherrie, looked on the computer.
“I’m sorry, there’s no name in here that says ‘Canom’, ma‘am”
“What!? You lost our reservation! Find them, now!” she said in a dark voice. Sherri looked naturally scared. “Y-yes, o--okay. Pl-pleas go and s-sit.” She said a little shakily.
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Limo Ride (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)
FanficChanning Canom, almost everyone in the whole clothing industry knows her... last name. Some extremely dedicated designers may know her, but they would definitely know her parents instead. They own one of the largest clothing companies ever. S...
