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)


7. Questioning.




We didn't go to the park. I expected that. After Hunter punched the dude, she grabbed my hand again and started running to a place I had no idea where it was. I guess I do understand why we ran, I heard people screaming Zayn Malik was here, and Hunter Bliss punched him. 


After about five minutes of running, and thirty five turns, we reached the back entrance of the Bliss Hotel. Hunter opened a door and we entered, she stopped and faced me.


"I'm sorry Zayn." Hunter said. "I am really sorry. Today was supposed to be nice and relaxing, but I ruined it."

"Hey, hey, hey." I said grabbing her face. "It was a pretty nice day." I said and she chuckled. "Now I know that I don't have to mess with you if I don't want a black eye."

"Yeah, you shouldn't." Hunter laughed.

"Aren't you gonna get in trouble?" I asked.

"No." Hunter answered. "And who cares if I do? My father is never here."


"I would like to think." Hunter said. "I'll see you around." She added before disappearing into the elevators.






I took the elevator to the library and then ran up to my secret spot. I took out my new notebook and started writing something that popped into my mind.


She's the girl that believes that what comes around goes around. The one the hopes for a better day. The one that won't give up on you.

She's the girl that's unlike the rest. The one that spent her days smiling, and her nights thinking how to end her life.

She's the girl that would love to be loved. The one that looks so damn strong, but feels so weak.

She's the girl that picks herself up every time she falls.


That was the new blog post I posted. I was sick and tired of Roger. He had made my life a living hell, and yet he thinks he can come up and tell the world my thoughts. He found out I used to keep another anonymous blog, and when he did and started sharing my secrets with the world, and so I got my revenge I made my blog public and wrote about all of his secrets. He shut up about mine and he never spoke to me. After that  I started another blog, the one that I actually have, and been fine with it. 


I stayed there until dinner time, I made my way out of the secret spot and walk over to my room. I was pissed, and I wanted to beat the crap out of someone, and I was going to do it, just that not of someone, but of something. I changed from my normal cloth to my exercise cloth and went to the gym. There I saw Louis. I gave him a small smile and proceed to walk over to my trainer. We always had some sort of fights when I wanted to kill someone. He was like the brother I never had. He helped me through everything, and taught me how to control my anger and force.ç


"Hello Hunter." Jake said. "Long time no see."

"Hey Jake. I know."

"What happened today?"

"I saw Roger today."

"Oh." Jake said as he gave me gloves. "Keep talking."

"I saw him when I was coming out of the Ice Cream Parlor with Zayn Malik."

"The boy from One Direction that is now living here?"



"Well, he was with me, and I guess Roger got mad that I was with a boy and started questioning me, then roger asked why Zayn was holding my hand if we weren't dating, and I told him that who said we weren't and he pulled off something about my past."

"And what did you do?"

"I punched him. Straight on the face." I shrugged.

"I see." Jake sighed. "Might as well finish the need."


Jake and I fought for two hours and then we each parted to were we wanted. I walked up to my room and saw a note pasted on my door.


Hunter, meet me at the pool. 11:30.



I grabbed the note and saw my phone, 10:30pm. I still had time to take a shower, and so I did. At 11:25 I left my room and made my way to the pool.


What did Zayn wanted I have no idea.


I opened the door and saw him there. He was standing staring at the city. I approached to him.


"Yeah?" I asked him.

"I have a question." Zayn said.


"Why don't you believe in love?" Zayn asked and I froze...

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