Chapter Sixteen
Eventually we managed to pass the crowd and reporters, making it into the hotel with the aid of the security guard who we hadn’t seen earlier. When all the reporters and fans refused to let us go ten minutes after the announcement about Liam and I being together, two men in black helped us through, claiming to be security which they are. Once we got inside, we let out a deep breath.
“That was insane and congratulation mate. You finally plucked up the courage to tell her you love her.” Harry patted Liam on the back. I was too busy admiring the hotel lobby. The carpet was a deep red, to the left of us was a large golden desk with receptionists behind it and to our right was a door that I assumed led to the rooms. There was a lift besides the door and the lobby was humongous.
“C’mon, let’s go talk to the receptionist,” Liam said, changing the subject. We agreed and headed towards the smartly dressed woman behind the desk. She wore a white, frilly shirt with a black waistcoat on top. I couldn’t see anything else since the desk was in the way and she was sat down.
“Ahh, Liam Payne and Harry Styles,” she chirped with a bright glow to her face. Her blonde hair was placed in a neat bun, with no hair out of place and I noticed her nails were painted a bright red. Her bright green eyes smiled at each of us. She was very pretty. Her name tag had Poppy Henderson written across it. Her accent was foreign and she sounded from somewhere in America.
“Yes, that is us. We have rooms booked with our band mates. Can we know what rooms, please?” Liam asked politely as Harry just stared at Poppy with a smirk across his face. I felt, kind of, sorry for Ignacia. If he really likes her then he wouldn’t be ogling other girls.
“Erm, we have Liam, Zayn and Niall in one room. It’s the larger one. Room one-o-seven. And next door for Harry and Louis. Room one-o-eight,” she informed us with slight nerves, handing Liam and Harry a key each. “Louis has a key too but this is in case you leave one key in the room or misplace one. Please let us know of any theft or losses during your stay. Niall has another key to your room, Liam. Please enjoy your stay.” She gave the three of us smiles and we thanked her before heading towards the lift.
I gawked as we headed into the lift. It was quite big. We got out of the lift on the fifth floor. This floor also had a red carpet and in between the space of each door was a small table with flowers on top. The tables were golden. We hunted for the rooms and soon came across room hundred and seven. When he opened the door, he let me in first. The room was massive and it was only a living room sort of thing. There were two doors in either side of the room. In the centre of the room were three cream sofas set around a clear, glass coffee table. There was a wide-screen TV screwed onto the wall ahead. There was a wall to the left of the sofas with nothing but windows.
Just in front of the sofas was a massive box, decorated like a present in green, glittery paper. The box had a red bow on top and was larger than me. Harry was supposed to go to his room but when he spotted the shiny box he walked into the room with us. Next to this massive box was another box, smaller this time. It was the size of a shoe box and decorated in the same way. I strolled over to the boxes, examining the larger one first. There was a tag on the edge and it was for Harry. Why would a box for Harry be in this room? I frowned. I moved onto the smaller one and lifted it up. I tipped it to the side to find another tag with Liam’s name on it.
“Look, Liam, it’s for you!” I twirled around to face him with a smile on my face, portraying my excitement. He set his suitcase down by the sofas and took the box from me.
“Really?” He lifted the lid and found a plastic pigeon inside. I was so confused but both Harry and Liam just laughed. “Oh Kevin,” he chuckled.
“I wonder where the boys are,” Harry said. “Oh well.”
He examined the larger box himself and a gleam of happiness filtered through his eyes. He lifted the lid up and chucked it on the floor. He tiptoed to look inside. When he looked up again he frowned. To see what he was frowning at, I tiptoed and glanced inside the box. It was…empty. Suddenly we heard a flush from the bathroom from the door on our left. We all jumped and turned towards the bathroom. We watched Louis walk out with a carrot in hand. He saw us and his face turned to such horror. He was only wearing some plain shorts with no top and bare feet. He collapsed to his knees and placed his hands on his head as best as he could with a carrot in his left hand.
“No,” he screamed, it lasting for at least two minutes. He shook his head and then repeated, “no, no, no,” several times with his eyes closed.
The other door to our right flung open and out ran Zayn, followed by Niall. I think that’s the bedroom.
“What’s all the screaming about?” Zayn questioned with concern evident across his face.
“Louis, did you take a carrot in the toilet with you?” Liam asked in disgust. That almost made me throw up. Who would take food into the toilet?
“Uhm…No.” He hid the carrot behind his back, flashing an innocent smile at all of us.
“Okay, will someone tell us why he was screaming?” Oh, that Irish accent. How I’ve missed it so much. It made me smile to myself. Harry, Liam and I shrugged because we had no clue why he screamed and fell to the ground dramatically.
Louis chucked the carrot at Harry and it hit his chest. Harry moaned, rubbing at the spot. “I was supposed to be in that box, so when you opened it up I’d jump out and smother you with the kisses you’ve been longing for,” he complained, getting up onto his feet. He strutted up to Harry, grabbed his face and smacked his lips against Harry’s before quickly letting go. “Like that!”
We all began to laugh. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if those two got together.
“What about you two? What were you doing in that room alone?” I averted the attention to Zayn and Niall once the joke was over. I eyed them suspiciously, only teasing them.
“What? Us? No! We were just picking out our beds and unpacking. And I have a girlfriend thank you very much whom I like very much,” Niall defended himself, turning rather red. We all took a seat on one of the sofas. Liam and I sat on one while Louis, Harry and Zayn on another and Niall on the third.
“What about you, Zayn? How’s it’s going with Freya?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows.
His face went pale. “Not too well to be honest. I had a massive argument with her before we left England. And I realise now it was just so pointless and she was in the right. I don’t know what’s happening to us but I do love her,” he answered solemnly.
“Speaking of loving someone, guess what Liam announced publicly?” Harry smirked, directing the question to the boys who weren’t present. I turned crimson and hid behind Liam’s arm.
“Shut up Harry, we could tell them another time. They’ll find out soon anyway,” Liam said, sensing how uncomfortable I felt. It was too late though because Harry had begun to tell them.
“Liam told Emma he loved her in front of camera’s and she said it back to him and they kissed. Oh, it’s a happily ever after,” Harry laughed.
“Finally!” They chorused. They continued to question us about how it happened and all. While they were talking I couldn’t help wonder whether I really meant those words or I just said it because it felt so good when Liam said it to me. Did I love Liam? Maybe, I don’t know.
I spent a few more hours with the boys just mucking about and cuddling up to Liam while watching TV. It was almost nine at night when my phone buzzed. I fished my phone out and found out it was a text.
Bruna
Hey babe, Carmen, Cecilia and me are heading over
to that party
You promised you’d come this time. X
“Oh shoot,” I mumbled to myself although Liam had heard me. I totally forgot about the party but I had to go. I promised them. I looked down at my attire, it wasn’t too bad. I was already wearing a green and black dress that went down to my knees.
“What’s up, babe?”
“Oh, I promised my friends I’ll go to a party with them, so I need to go.” I stood up. “I don’t think it’s far from here though.”
“Wait, are you going to walk it there?” Liam questioned me.
“Yeah, guess so. I have no money for the bus,” I explained, biting my lip.
“I’m not letting you walk alone on the streets this late at night!” Liam ordered.
“We have nothing to do right now, is it possible for us to join you?” Louis eavesdropped into our conversation.
“Yeah I guess so, I don’t think he’ll mind.”
“Whose party is it?” Liam demanded.
“Luke’s,” I answered sheepishly. I knew what he was going to say next.
“Wait, what? Wasn’t it in his party last time that you were cheated on?” he snapped also standing up
“Yeah, but that doesn’t matter. It’s not like he’ll be there.” By he, I was referring to Diego. “And besides I haven’t been to the same party as Ignacia in ages. I don’t know, maybe she doesn’t get invited anymore.”
“Fine, as long as you remain by my side,” Liam said. He was being way too overprotective. He didn’t have to look after me, I can look after myself.