12 hours in Hotel Hell (Cupid strikes on New Year contest)

12 hours in Hotel Hell

"You have got to be kidding me?!" I immediately regretted yelling as I noticed all eyes on me in the airport.

"I'm sorry Miss, your flight left 5 minutes ago." the lady pitied me which is fair, I was currently yelling in an airport on the verge of tears.

"When is the next flight to Italy?" I changed my tone hoping people would stop staring, I think I lost all hope of that the minute I opened my mouth.

"There's a flight in 12 hours, we also have a hotel room across the road for you to wait in if that suits." Right now I was most grateful for this woman, hopefully I can get some rest before catching my flight to Italy in time to celebrate New Year's with my friends.

"That sounds great, thank you." I booked my flight before letting a man escort myself and my two bags of luggage to the hotel. 

It looked extremely flash, almost flasher than the place I am staying in Italy, almost. The man escorting me, turned to reveal his eyes surrounded by bags, which hinted to me he had gotten about as much sleep as I did. 

"Thank you so much, I'll take them from here." A gentle smile grew across my lips reassuring the man, he was tired enough and carrying two bags in an elevator was no trouble for me.

"Enjoy your day Miss." With this the man dragged himself back to the airport.

I stood in the elevator excited to just get in bed and sleep, I was running on about 3 hours sleep and could feel myself deteriorating. The elevator finally opened, the room that appeared before me was beauty to my eyes. Dropping my luggage I opened the door, only to find a half naked man sprawled out on the couch. I'll admit he was very good looking, I stopped to take in his dark brown messy hair short enough to not get in his eyes but long enough to give him a bad boy look. I realised he was now standing and staring directly at me, though I was caught up in admiring him it was not oblivious to me that he was mad. 

"Do you mind?" He asked rather angrily, I noticed he had a rather faded british accent.

"Um, sorry?" I was quite confused by this encounter, he was in my hotel room last time I checked.

"You should be, now get out!" Now this guy was pissing me off.

"Excuse me, you are in my hotel room, you should be getting out." I was now extremely frustrated with the guy who I was checking out just a few minutes prior.

"Oh I see how it is, Little Miss Precious thinks she owns everything in her path." Now he was getting on my nerves.

"Don't you even start with me, the lady at the airport gave me this hotel room to wait in before I catch my flight." I tried to level with the mysterious guy standing before me but judging by the look on his face it was not working.

"Well guess what princess, I was here first." 

"How about we sort this out by calling the airline?" I knew that they would say it was mine considering they gave it to me not even 5 minutes ago.

"Fine." He smirked at me as if thinking the same thing.

I picked up the hotel phone and quickly dialled the airline, a young man answered cheerily. 

"Hiya, I just had a quick question."

"Sure, how can I help?" The man sounded very kind, I almost hated bothering him with this silly matter but I wanted my hotel room.

"So I just got given a hotel room to wait in for 12 hours until my flight to Italy and I just came to find another man already occupying the room, I just want to check whose room it actually is?" All I needed was a simple answer.