The Lincoln Hotel, Every Directioners paradise. (1D Fan Fic) (Editing Needed)

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Reads 10,651
Votes 496
Parts 28
Time 2h 6m

When my dad died me and my mom were forced to move to London and live with my grandma. She lives in a small apartment with three bedrooms and one bathroom. But my grandmas living off of her life's savings so I pitched in and got a job working at the Lincoln hotel. It's a very pricey hotel that I think should go out of business because most of the people in London probably could never afford to stay here.  My main job at the hotel was to clean the rooms Mr. Lincoln had assigned me to do that particular day. He is a handsome rich man, but also a class 1 pervert. Along with any job comes a uniform, and let's just say the one Mr. Lincoln gave me would barely be considered a cover up. But so on and so forth he assigned me to clean the suit on the top floor. Which was a total mess by the way. Paul the so called security guard for the so called famous boy band named One Direction helped me clean, which I was grateful for in more ways than one. But what if I told you that the first time I ever met One Direction was when I was bent down exposing my childish underwear. Not the greatest way to start off this love circle I'm destined to have with these five boys.All Rights Reserved

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When my dad died me and my mom were forced to move to London and live with my grandma. She lives in a small apartment with three bedrooms and one bathroom. But my grandmas living off of her life's savings so I pitched in and got a job working at the Lincoln hotel. It's a very pricey hotel that I think should go out of business because most of the people in London probably could never afford to stay here.  My main job at the hotel was to clean the rooms Mr. Lincoln had assigned me to do that particular day. He is a handsome rich man, but also a class 1 pervert. Along with any job comes a uniform, and let's just say the one Mr. Lincoln gave me would barely be considered a cover up. But so on and so forth he assigned me to clean the suit on the top floor. Which was a total mess by the way. Paul the so called security guard for the so called famous boy band named One Direction helped me clean, which I was grateful for in more ways than one. But what if I told you that the first time I ever met One Direction was when I was bent down exposing my childish underwear. Not the greatest way to start off this love circle I'm destined to have with these five boys.

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