Taken

Part three

           “Good morning sleepy head,” a cheerful face appeared over me blocking the powerful sun from my eyes. “We’re here! Let’s go check in,” he smiled. It was Oliver, and judging from the sun, it was around ten in the morning.

The hotel in Cologne was a lot different to the other one. As we pulled up, there was a big fountain in the middle of the entrance with two big fields either side stretching on for miles. It looked like a mansion! Only bigger. The entrance doors where at least nine foot high with big golden handles. It had thick indents of chestnut swirls all over it. Two statues of lions with their mouths open stood next to the door, watching your every move as you walked up the steps. Three of the workers stood outside waiting for you. One to park your car and the other two to open the big doors.

I started walking up the pale stairs looking all around the building with a huge smile on my face. The main hall was very posh. The walls were tall and cream with pictures of famous people hanging on them. There were more statues all around the room too. The man at the desk wore a black and red professional outfit that looked like a sailor’s uniform. The other workers were dressed fancy too.

Oliver strolled in with a big smile on his face flashing a credit card about. How could he afford this hotel? This had to be a five star hotel and he is still in school! He came and stood with me, waiting for the luggage to arrive and checking out the room.

“Where did you get the card?” I whispered to him.  Paying attention to the sign in book. He didn’t put his own name down, he used his dads. It all made sense now! “You can’t steal off your dad!” I started to raise my voice at him.

“Relax and smile.” Oliver muttered under his breath, still smiling at the man behind the desk. The man carrying our luggage entered the door looking happy with himself. He stopped about two foot behind us and dropped the luggage on the matching cream carpet.

“Hi, I’m Cory. If you need anything just ring 627 on your monitor and I’ll be up right away. Let me show you to your room.” He smiled, picked up our bags and started leading us to our room. His strong German accent made it almost impossible to figure out what he was saying.

Our suite was on the second floor. The hall and first floor were identical to the main room. Six rooms were evenly spread on each floor, but not a sound came from any of them. The walls and carpet where the same cream colour on the first floor but ours was a deep red.

The first suite in our room was red too. Dark and sinful. It was nothing like a normal living room, I mean, there was a huge flat screen TV and black leather sofa, but there was even a mini bar in the far corner of the room with tall stools placed around it. It was twice as big as a normal lounge to fit the pinball machine and mini dance floor in. But the bedroom was a light brown colour with a plain white carpet and round black rug. There was all the usual furniture in there like a bed (king size!), a tall wooden wardrobe, a matching dressing table and a deep red love seat. They were all evenly spread out, leaving room in the corner for a small counter-top with a mini fridge and wine cooler. Above it was a two-story win rack full of aged, expensive drinks.

I decided to stop checking out the place and go find Oliver. He sat on the leather sofa in the front room staring at the flat screen telly. “I could get used to living here!” I thought.

“This place is amazing!” I said out loud this time, loud enough for Oliver to hear. He sat back on the sofa and hit the side, telling me to come and sit down. I was happy enough to join him. He rested his head on the cushion behind him and flicked over to the news. The leather sofa wasn’t exactly comfy, it was good to show off to people but it was stiff and hard. I started fidgeting to try and get comfy but however I sat, it just wasn’t working. Oliver found this funny, giving out a great snort and laughing to himself before raising his hand over my shoulder and pulling me in.