Fate's tricky
I've got to get out of here
I took a breathe of the crisp air. The only thing I would miss about Ireland is the country, it always smelled like sunshine. I pulled my suitcase down the cobblestone path and hauled it into the trunk of my car.
The small black truck was all I had left other then my clothes and I took pride in my one possession. I rolled out of the driveway, looking at the clock on my dash. 4:56, I'm supposed to be at the hotel in 4 minutes and it's 20 minutes away. Way to go dad.
*****
"Come on, just stay here, it's not that bad to live at home." My dad chided, I shook my head and picked up my bag dragging it outside. I stopped at the door and turned back to look at him, sheer sympathy covering my face.
"Dad, I was never going to live here forever. I need to go and find myself, and you need to be a man and learn to live on your own. Bye dad, I'll check up on you sometimes, I promise." I said and turned out the door.
*****
I looked at the crumbling stone hotel. This place used to be huge when I was a kid, full of celebrities and their children on vacation or coming to "see the world". It lost it's touch about 5 years ago when a big city opened up near here, becoming a big tourist destination.
The building was crumbling now and it didnt have hot water, but it was cheap and it was a step forward.
I shrieked as a bright green cab pulled up in front of me, screeching to a stop in front of the hotel. My foot slammed the breaks stopping a foot away from the cab's bumper.
I huffed and pulled into a parking spot, getting out of the truck and grabbing my bags. I rolled into the lobby, the cab driver had sped off leaving a grey hoodied figure at the door. He was standing at the desk in the lobby when I walked in.
"Hey, next time you decide to come here, please find a cab driver not out to kill." I said to him as I went to the open spot next to him at the counter looking over at the clerk.
"Name miss?" The clerk asked and I almost laughed at how formal this hotel was considering the condition. The stranger next to me couldn't help but chuckle at the clerk who just stared at him with a look of confusion before repeating his question.
"Ellie Pearson." I reply and he nods, looking up my reservation in his book full of two reservations, I know I must be so hard to find.
"Here you are, room 214." He said pulling an intricate brass key off the wall. I said thank you and took it, walking away staring at the lace detail on the key.
"Two nights. I have two nights to find a way to get out of Ireland." I said as I looked up at the door numbers, stopping in front of a beige one on the second floor. I stuck the key into the lock and turned, opening to see the most beautiful and lavish room I'd ever seen.
I laughed and flung myself on one of the two beds when the door opened again, the hooded stranger walking into the room... without the hood. Niall Horan was in my bedroom. I shrieked and fell off the bed, sweet first impression.
"Are you okay?" He asked pulling me off the floor. I laughed nervously and nodded turning to walk out the door. "Wait where are you going?" He asked quickly and I pointed to the door.
"To fix this. I mean, two strangers can't be in a room together." I said plainly and walked out the door to the lobby. I walked into a packed lobby, the receptionists running crazy at the desk.
One came up to me and looked at the key in my hand. "What? What happened?" he asked quickly and I explained the situation. He looked at me sympathetically and stated simply, "we have no more rooms." I looked shocked and turned back to the blonde popstar behind me.
"Looks like we're stuck together." He said as I walked back towards the room, him right on my tail.
"Looks so."
The small black truck was all I had left other then my clothes and I took pride in my one possession. I rolled out of the driveway, looking at the clock on my dash. 4:56, I'm supposed to be at the hotel in 4 minutes and it's 20 minutes away. Way to go dad.
*****
"Come on, just stay here, it's not that bad to live at home." My dad chided, I shook my head and picked up my bag dragging it outside. I stopped at the door and turned back to look at him, sheer sympathy covering my face.
"Dad, I was never going to live here forever. I need to go and find myself, and you need to be a man and learn to live on your own. Bye dad, I'll check up on you sometimes, I promise." I said and turned out the door.
*****
I looked at the crumbling stone hotel. This place used to be huge when I was a kid, full of celebrities and their children on vacation or coming to "see the world". It lost it's touch about 5 years ago when a big city opened up near here, becoming a big tourist destination.
The building was crumbling now and it didnt have hot water, but it was cheap and it was a step forward.
I shrieked as a bright green cab pulled up in front of me, screeching to a stop in front of the hotel. My foot slammed the breaks stopping a foot away from the cab's bumper.
I huffed and pulled into a parking spot, getting out of the truck and grabbing my bags. I rolled into the lobby, the cab driver had sped off leaving a grey hoodied figure at the door. He was standing at the desk in the lobby when I walked in.
"Hey, next time you decide to come here, please find a cab driver not out to kill." I said to him as I went to the open spot next to him at the counter looking over at the clerk.
"Name miss?" The clerk asked and I almost laughed at how formal this hotel was considering the condition. The stranger next to me couldn't help but chuckle at the clerk who just stared at him with a look of confusion before repeating his question.
"Ellie Pearson." I reply and he nods, looking up my reservation in his book full of two reservations, I know I must be so hard to find.
"Here you are, room 214." He said pulling an intricate brass key off the wall. I said thank you and took it, walking away staring at the lace detail on the key.
"Two nights. I have two nights to find a way to get out of Ireland." I said as I looked up at the door numbers, stopping in front of a beige one on the second floor. I stuck the key into the lock and turned, opening to see the most beautiful and lavish room I'd ever seen.
I laughed and flung myself on one of the two beds when the door opened again, the hooded stranger walking into the room... without the hood. Niall Horan was in my bedroom. I shrieked and fell off the bed, sweet first impression.
"Are you okay?" He asked pulling me off the floor. I laughed nervously and nodded turning to walk out the door. "Wait where are you going?" He asked quickly and I pointed to the door.
"To fix this. I mean, two strangers can't be in a room together." I said plainly and walked out the door to the lobby. I walked into a packed lobby, the receptionists running crazy at the desk.
One came up to me and looked at the key in my hand. "What? What happened?" he asked quickly and I explained the situation. He looked at me sympathetically and stated simply, "we have no more rooms." I looked shocked and turned back to the blonde popstar behind me.
"Looks like we're stuck together." He said as I walked back towards the room, him right on my tail.
"Looks so."
Notes
This is the first story in the fate series! Look for the other two coming soon! I'll be updating all of them at around the same time, so you'll get to keep up with all of them.~Maya
5/5/13