WRITTEN IN THE STARS | free de la hoya

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 11 - ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ sʜᴇɴᴀɴɪɢᴀɴs *.✧

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WHEN EVERYONE arrived at the hotel, we all received the key to our rooms. Each and every room had a large row of windows, showing us an excellent view of the star-filled, cloudless skies. In my case, I could see the night's shining crescent.

'Today's been a long day. From juicy gossip to Valt, Kit, and Rantaro getting into something they shouldn't have and receiving a lecture.

By the way, I gave the lecture—

So I'm pretty exhausted.'

All I wanted to do now was to blast some quality music—collabs with my fellow singers—(until I eventually grow tired of it and hate it with all my heart) and have a steamy shower. Maybe a petaled bath if possible. Perhaps with some additional candles...

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"Let me just go buy them real quick—"

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"Alrighty! Time to relax..."

I sink into the bath full of freshly peeled petals, the delightful scent of lavender mixed with rosemary entering my nose. The lights were dimmed low with the sound of classical piano echoing from my phone that was sitting on the floor.

"This. Is. The. Lifeeee!" I exclaim, sinking my body into the water down to my neck. I lay my back on the wall of the tub.

'I am in paradise. Nothing could ruin this—'

*BEEEEEP. BEEEEEP. BEEEEP!*

"Oh my—"

I snatch my towel to dry my hands. Once that was accomplished, I swipe my phone off of the tiled ground and pressed the green.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle!"

"Zachary Kaneguro, I love you to death my one and only dear sweet brother—but right now I'd like to rip your head off!"

"Oh dear, I've seen to catch you at a bad time. Hope I didn't interrupt something eminently important to you, Starlight?"

"Ah never mind." She mumbled.  "What is it?"

"About yesterday? You're doing two concerts in New York. One at 7:00 PM on the 17th, the other the day after that at 8:00 PM."

"Perfs!" I respond—forgetting all about my earlier... not-so-appropriate comment—, thinking about more questions I have. "Am I choosing my own songs or did Mikasa prepare some for me?"

"You are on your own now. You are not helpless. You will find your way."

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      'Da fuq?'

"Zac—"

"Oh my gosh—hahaha! I just had to say that quote!"

"Hahahaha—Back to the topic. Is that it for the first one?"

"Yes, sir-re."

"Then how're your performances doing so far? Mikasa doing you favors too? I heard your new album was a hit with the ladies~"

"Mine are going shiningly well as usual. Speaking of albums, you recently finished a few short ones, didn't you? A burst of inspiration?"

"Actually yes, yes I did have bursts of inspiration." I giggled.  "Volcano eruptions of it. Bigger than the sun, and even the Milky Way!"

"A-Are you sure it wasn't—"

"I always write my own music thank you very much."

"Oh no..."

"W-What? What do you mean 'oh no'? They were fab-tastic!"

"You're writing love songs now! Aah, my baby sister is growing up!!" I could imagine him just a blink away from bawling his eyes out.

"I've always been grown up! Hmph."

"Excuse me while I go to the corner and figure out my life."

"Adi'!"

"Ta ta~"

I sigh as I ended the call.

'Hm...I guess I did gather LOTS of inspiration during my time here with BC Sol. In fact, it would be preposterous not to for a singer songwriter like me. Your crush casually speaking and hanging out with you is practically a dream come true.

It would be impossible to not write love songs.'

"I'm gonna just pretty myself up. That'll get my mind off of this." I threw on a cute outfit, prepared for many incoming gorgeous posts.

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"Y/N?"

"O-Oh Free!" My hands instantly went to pat off any "dirt" on my clothes.  "This is certainly unexpected."

I ran into him in the corridors.

"Where are you going?" He asked, not even trying to hide the fact that he was "inspecting" my favorite—family friendly—sleepwear for the night.

"I was just on my way to Kris...what are you doing?"

"Training."

"Right now?"

"Yep."

"T-This late?"

"Yep."

"Out in the night's cold?!"

"Yep—"

"Nu-uh, no way, you're heading back to bed Mister." I march over with big proud steps, totes ready to handle the situation like any mature adult would—Yep totes—Though I quickly understood that he is hard to push—literally—around.

"I can't sleep...?" He replied.

"I'll find a way. Everybody needs their beauty rest!"

"I need to trai—"

"Morning, sunshine." I smile. "You can do it in the morning when you're all rested up and ready for the matches."

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"Alright..."

"Great! Let's go!"

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"So uh. Funny story—"

"Room 242."

"Oh thank the stars."

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