Chapter Two

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I'm woken by a loud message over the intercom, telling us that we're about to land. There's a weight against my left side and when I turn I see Niall still asleep on my shoulder. I shake him, and he rubs his eyes slowly. 

"We're landing, Niall. We're nearly here."

He grunts sleepily in return. I smile down at him, and for a moment it feels like 2014 again. 

Security, now six men instead of three due to Niall's company, jump up as soon as the plane hits the ground. I throw them an agitated look, that they acknowledge but seem to ignore. Niall and I take our time, getting luggage out of overhead storage and climbing down the endless stairs to the ground. 

We leave through the airport through the side door reserved only for celebrities, in order to avoid swarming crowds of fan. I turn to Niall, who I had sufficiently caught up with on the twelve-hour flight over. 

"Where are you staying?" I say, realising that it had never occurred to me to ask.  

"The Dorchester," He explained. "I think all us lads are."

"Oh right cool."

Just as I say that, my car pulls up on taxi rank. I pull Niall into another brief hug before following security into the black Mercedes. I wave from the window, feeling better about spending time with the boys again. At least if Louis didn't want anything to do with me, I'd have Niall; I almost forgot how close we are, and being with him was like we where never apart. 

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Pulling up outside the hotel, I stare at it's façade. No matter how many hotels I stay in, I never get used to the grandeur of some of them. This one is beautiful. An elegant, white and gold building stands over me, more windows than walls. I step out of the car and slam the door behind me. I go to pull my suitcase out of the boot but a guard gets there first. I take the case from them, determined to have at least a sense of independence.

The lobby is even more impressive, and I realise I haven't stayed somewhere like this since the last time I toured with the band. Burnt orange curtains take up the majority of the walls, framing both windows and artwork. Sofas take over most of the space, split apart by intermittent lamps and potted plants. I walk down the middle, taking it all in. 

"I have a reservation under Styles," I tell the person behind the dark oak counter.

"You're with Modest! management, I assume." He asks and hands me a key.

"Um, yeah. I am," I reply, not realising they would have known that. 

"Alright, we've been told to let you know that your management have booked that whole corridor for you and your team."

"Okay, thank you very much." I wave at them with my free hand before picking up my luggage and making my way to the elevator on the other side of the hall. I suddenly wonder if Niall or the others will be there when I get there, but I'm interrupted by my security all trying to pile into the same small space.

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Hello, I hope you're enjoying my fic. I know not much has happened yet but I've got some big ideas for later on!

Hope you have a good day! Kat. x 

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