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)


12. Past



There was no way that what Zayn was saying was true. Yes, we did kiss, but that's bout it. Nothing more is going to happen. I can't fall in love! It's not me and everybody knows that. 

I moved away from the secret spot, through the emergency exit and made my way down to the lobby, where I met with George, he had to have the real answer in wether my father was actually coming back on Sunday. 


"George, please just please make my day better and tell me that room 609 is still available." I said as I stood in front of the reception.

"As much as I want to make you smile Hunter, I can't lie." George started. "Room 609 has been booked from Sunday till Tuesday." 

"What about room 606? Till when is it booked?" I asked bitting my nails. A bad habit I tend to have when I am extremely nervous.

"Room 606." George said typing into his computer. "Well, it seems that there's been a change."

"Is it a good change?"

"Room 606 is booked until Friday." George said and I felt the anger build up in me. 

"That fucktard." I whispered. "Thank you so much George." I added before walking to the elevators.


I had until Friday to find my mother. Where should I start? I was so lost in t thought that I didn't see with whom I bumped.









I was coming out of my room when I bumped into Hunter.


"Sorry." I said helping Hunter stand up again. "I was looking for you."

"Nice, you found me." Hunter said trying to walk away from me.

"Hey what's up?"

"Nothing." Hunter lied. "Can I please go to my room, I have things to do."

"Hunter don't lie to me." I said looking straight into her eyes.

"Who says that I am lying?" Hunter asked crossing her arms obviously pissed.

"Just tell me what's wrong maybe I can help you." 


Hunter let out a frustrated sigh before dragging me to her room. She made me sit on her bed while she got out a box and some pictures of a beautiful woman and her. Hunter later grabbed another note and showed it to me.


Dear Hunter:


I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for pretending to love you for so long. I'm sorry for making you feel loved, but the truth is that I never truly loved you. It has nothing to do with you, but with me. I am not capable of value what I have and to love you as much as you deserve it. Your father is never on the picture, and sometimes I think it would be better if you could travel around with him. I love you so much honey, I know I said that I didn't but I do. It is all confusing and to be sincere, you're better off without me. You don't deserve a mother like me, and I don't deserve a daughter like you. 

Don't look for me. Be happy and free.





I looked and re-read the note at least 13 times before I looked up and met with Hunter's aqua eyes. She was hurt, and wanted to cry. I put the note and the photos to a side and walked over to Hunter.


"Don't." Hunter said. "Don't feel sorry for me okay." 

"When did she leave?" 

"When I was 16." Hunter answered. "She said that she was going to buy a book and never came back."

"Why are you showing me this?" I asked.

"Because you wanted to know about my past right?" Hunter asked and I nodded. "Well all my past is in there. And maybe that way you can leave me. After you see the real me, you will realize that I don't deserve to be loved." Hunter added pointing at the book. "I'll get something to eat, you want't anything?"

"My dinner." I answered.

"Be back soon." Hunter said and disappeared. 


Hunter left from the room and left me alone with all her past scattered around the bed. I can't believe how much she has been through. She had to overcome the death of her brother, the leaving of his father for a long period of time, and they her mother disappearing from the face of the earth. That's only family, then she was bullied at school for being so quiet, and she had to deal with an eating disorder. 


I got up and grabbed a piece of paper and started writing:


He'd fallen for this beautiful girl, who was so much more than pretty. She was smart. She was funny. She was brave. She had a past that wasn't all that lovely; yet she still put a smile on her face and never looked back. She was lionhearted girl, and as much as she liked to say she didn't deserve him, he often felt it was the other way around.

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