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)


2. Meet One Direction







Love, hate. Two strong words that are said so easily, and that now mean nothing...


I was currently trying to think about what to post on my blog, I was just writing random quotes and words that would later make the perfect post. The park was usually filled by teenagers playing or simply taking the sun, but as today One Direction was going to come here and stay at my hotel, everyone was gathered there. 


I took me around 30 minutes to leave the hotel entrance, and I'm pretty sure that when I try to go back, it will take me the same amount of time or longer.


I closed my notebook, no inspiration at the moment. I put the notebook back on my backpack and got up from the swing. I was going to go and grab some Starbucks, I was in the mood for some coffee, later I would go back to the hotel and enjoy my freedom inside the huge arcade room we had. Nothing would ruin my day, nothing.


Except a call from my father.


"Hello Hunter." My father said in his american accent. Lord this man is so weird...

"Father." I answered. "May I know why are you calling?" 

"That's rude." My father said.

"I'm sorry for my rudeness." I said, but I wasn't. "But I don't receive a call from you very often."

"Here's the deal Hunter." My father said. "One Direction is going to be living there, same floor as you. Rooms, 601, 602, 603, 604, and 605, those are the rooms of the boys, then 600 is for Paul their management dude." 

"And I have to know this because..."

"You are going to meet them right now." My father said. "You're going to show them the hotel."

"What?!" I shouted. "Right now? I already have my day planned!"

"I don't care Hunter." My father said. "You're doing what I tell you to do. And if you don't, you'll be coming here to Dubai with me."

"I rather rip my eyes off than go over to Dubai."

"Then, I hope you are on your way to meet One Direction." My father said and I knew he had the stupid 'I won' smirk. "Also, the news say that they were only going to stay there for a month. But that is not true. They are staying there for life."

"Fine." I said obviously sounding pissed, this man, my so called father, could ruin my day with a simple phone call, what the actual fuck? "I'm on my way." I added and hanged the phone. 


I shoved my iPhone on my back pocket and changed my route. I walked through the semi-full streets. My father wanted me to meet them right now... And if I wanted to be there in time, I had to enter trough the back door...



"Umm excuse me." I said trying to push the fangirls out of my way. "Move." I said pushing them.

"Harry! Marry me!" I heard someone shout to my left. 

"Fuck me Liam!" someone to my right.


God this people... I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to enter the goddamn hotel, and the back door was far more covered by fangirls than the front. Stupid One Direction.


"EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!" I shouted so loud that everyone shut up and moved. "Thank you." I later added and walked to the front doors.

"Where do you think you are going?" One of the security guards asked me as I tried to enter the hotel.

"To my hotel." I answered.

"Nice try kid." The man said. "But no one is allowed to enter this building."

"No one?" I asked. "Not even the daughter of the owner?" 

"Hunter Bliss?" The security guard asked and I nodded. "Show me your I.D."

"Gladly." I said taking out the I.D. and showing it to the security guard.

"Step inside Ms. Bliss." The security guard said.


Remind me to hate One Direction...




"Hello George." I said as I stood in the front desk. "My father asked me to give a little tour to One Direction. Do you know where are they?" 

"In their rooms." George answered. "I also have a complain from a woman, saying that the screams are way to loud."

"I'll give them the tour and then will speak with the lady." I said walking to the elevator.


I stepped inside and pushed the number 6 and slide the card. The stupid music elevator just made my day worse. The doors finally opened and I walked to my room. How on earth was I going to find them? I threw my backpack on my bed and walked outside. I was walking throw the hallway when I heard people shouting and laughing inside the room 603. I sighed and knocked the door.


"Shut up!" I heard a husky british accent shout. The door opened and five pair of eyes darted on me.

"We should call security." The boy with british accent said.

"If she was a fan, she would have already probably screamed or fainted." The blue eyes boy said.

"Please." I scoffed. "I am not a fan of One Direction. I am Hunter Bliss and I am here because my father asked me to show you around the hotel.

"Oh." The five boys said.

"You are Hunter." The blue eyes guy said. "I'm Louis."

"Niall." The irish boy said.

"Liam." The shaved head dude said. 

"Harry." The husky british accent boy said.

"Zayn." The hazel eyes and quiff boy said.


I was standing in front of the most five gorgeous boys ever, but one of them got my attention far more worse than the others, Zayn. 


He looked mysterious and bad boy. He was like my other half. Mysterious.


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