Once Upon A Time...

Hunter Bliss. Daughter to Mr. Bliss, the owner of the biggest and most famous 7 star hotel 'Bliss'. She's 18 and lives in London in her own hotel, while her dad travels.

She hates everything that has to do with the famous. How will she learn to handle that when she finds herself falling for the one and only Zayn Malik, from One Direction?

Here is the link from the blog. It does exist, and I like it a lot. (http://youwontbeliveme.blogspot.com)


16. He's Back


*Third Person P.O.V.*



Everyone at the Hotel Bliss, was trying to make everything look perfect. Mr. Bliss had announced that he was coming to stay for a couple of days. So George, being the man in charge, started ordering people to apply code 404



Code 404:

President not found.

This code is to be applied when Mr. or Mrs. Bliss are to come back to one of their hotels. The hotel has to look perfect, and everything has to be in order. Everyone has to do their job perfectly and must have no flaw. 



Everyone was working for Code 404, even some of the guest that knew about the codes in the Hotel. Everyone was working hard and polishing everything, everyone except Hunter Bliss. 


She was packing a backpack with clues to where her mother could be. Hunter was determined to find her mother so that she could stay in London, what for? For a boy that had made her see that everyone deserves love.


Once she had everything Hunter left her room and walked down to the lobby. The boys from One Direction had an interview today and later they would go and give the money to the orphanage.






I went out through the back door, cause I knew that Code 404, was on track. My father was due at any moment, and I was sure that I wasn't going to be here when he was back. As a matter of fact I wasn't going to be back home until I found my mother.


My face was being covered by a scarf and sunglasses, the weather today had decided to drop intensively and it was really cold. I took out the last note that my mother left me, before she decided to disappear from my life.


Dear Hunter:

If you ever decide to look for me, I'll be either at grandma's house hiding away on the attic, not wanting to see anyone, or at St. Angels Street 45A.

I love you a lot. But I can't simply take being away from your father whilst he went around the world sleeping with so many different women. 

I love you Hunter Bliss.



I wasn't completely sure to believe what my mother had left to me in that note, but it was the only thing I had. I made my way to my granny's house, a place I haven't been since I was 5. It was the same creepy street, the old people starring at anyone who was a bit younger than them. I took a deep breath and walked to the middle house. I looked to make sure no one was watching me, as I made my way to the backyard. I climbed the old tree and made my way to the attic. 


The room seemed to be abandoned for now like three months. I turned on the light and looked around. Cloth was still hanging on the bed, there was a glass of water on the desk, and there was a note with my name on it. I walked slowly to it and grabbed it.


Hunter Bliss:

It's me your mother. I know that what I might have left to you might have been confusing, but my words were all true. I thought you would come and find me before, but then again, I sent you the box with all our memories a few weeks ago. I bet you haven't even opened it. 

I am now writing this note to tell you that you are not going to find me here, not anymore. If you want to see me for the last time, or want to come and visit me whenever you feel like it come to St. Angels Street 45A. There is a tree near that place and you'll find a box, it is sealed and the key to open it is in this letter. 

I'll always protect you.




I stared blankly at the note I had on my hands. I grabbed the key that was next to the letter and shove it on the back of my jean. I sighed and looked one more time at the room, and that's when I saw it. There was a rope thrown on the floor, and as I turned to observe the ceiling, there was a piece of the rope hanging there....

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