The Cookie Girl (One Direction)

A/N: I know this says PG - like parental guidance suggested - but you don't actually have to read it with your parents hahaha. You probably already knew that, but it was seriously making me laugh.

Let's just pretend it means Pretty Groovy, ok? ok.

(; x

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   "Tonight, you're covering the fourteenth floor. There's a group of people who just checked in, VIPs apparently, and you'll be in charge of their service."

   "Yes, ma'am," I told my manager, giving her a polite smile. She nodded once, then she left the small office and I was by myself once more.

   I let out a sigh, hoping my colleagues were out of hearing range. I had to put on a brave face — after all, this was one of the best hotels in the country — but I never liked being assigned to the VIP floors. The people who stayed in those rooms were usually incredibly needy, bossy and snobbish; they were just used to getting their way, I guess.

   Still, I couldn't help but wonder who our special guests were tonight. The hotel had been a temporary home to many different celebrities these past few years, from Lady GaGa to Ed Sheeran and even Kim Kardashian. When it came to meeting the rich and famous, I'd had my fair share.

   However, that didn't make me any less curious tonight, and as I crept out into the front reception, I couldn't help but grin excitedly. Making sure the coast was clear, I grabbed the log book from the desk and started flipping through the pages.

   "John Carmichael," I read out loud. "Wesley Doe, Roger Williamson..." They all seemed like fairly normal names to me. That could mean one of two things; either the VIPs weren't very popular in the business...or our latest set of celebrities had checked in with fake names. I kept reading, just to make sure I wasn't missing anything.

   "Thomas Wellington, Richard Spanks..." My eyes widened in shock. What an unfortunate surname! As I continued to read out loud, though, I felt a smirk crawl onto my face. "Will E. Wobbles, Boo T. Shake, Mai P. Ness..." I couldn't help but laugh. Whoever these celebrities were, they definitely had a good sense of humour.

   Even though I didn't have exact details, I was satisfied with the information I had; celebrities only checked in with fake names if they were unbelievably popular, and in danger of being mobbed by the public. And — judging by their creative 'names' — I had a feeling serving these celebrities was going to be rather fun.

   I heard a noise from around the corner, and I quickly put the log book back in its spot. Technically, I wasn't supposed to leave my office unless there was an emergency, so I didn't want to be caught snooping around out here. I made it back to the office in time, just as the receptionist was taking her place at the desk.

   "Phew," I sighed quietly, sitting down on the large wheelie chair. Another successful mission to the log book and back.

   As I chuckled under my breath, I kicked my legs up and rested them on the table in front of me. I was going to be waiting for a while; most people didn't call for room service until after 8pm, which meant I had a good two hours or so before orders started rolling in.

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   When 12 o' clock hit, I had come to three conclusions.