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)

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5. The First of many days

 

 

Third P.O.V.

 

Hunter woke up to the sound of laughter coming from next door. She wasn't used to having someone live in the same floor as she did. She rubbed her eyes and opened her laptop. She had an idea for a blog entry. 

 

She opened her page and started typing her post: A little story of a girl... 

Once she was done she washed her face and brushed her teeth. She was in the mood to hit the pool. She changed into her bathing suit and a shirt and short on top of hit. She grabbed her sunglasses and went down to have some breakfast first. She walked into the kitchen and asked to be served breakfast at the pool. No one was able to tell her no, so she always got what she wanted.

 

She sat at her favorite spot, near the edge. She was staring at the city, watching how young teenagers walked around hand in hand 'in love'. 

In love, yeah right, love doesn't exist.

 

Zayn was with the rest of lads inside his room. They were watching a movie and talking about what their plans for the day were. He was staring at the window, when his stomach growled and they realized that neither of them had eaten breakfast. 

 

"I think we should get breakfast." Zayn said. 

"Yeah!" Niall answered. "Breakfast by the pool!" 

"Let's hit it!" Louis said running out of the room, and all the boys following behind.

 

Hunter was finishing her orange juice when she heard laughing and screaming coming from the hallway, soon enough as she turned to see the door, it flew open and four young boys came rushing in and throwing themselves into the pool just after they shouted 'CANNON BALL'. Hunter laughed and decided to rest. She laid back on the chair and closed her eyes. 

 

Hunter soon opened her eyes when she felt a presence of somebody next to her. 

 

"Taking the sun I guess." A bradford accent said with a chuckle.

"Yeah." Hunter answered. "What are you guys going to do today?"

"I think the lads want to stay here and have some fun." Zayn answered looking to Hunter's eyes. "What about you?"

"I have to go and buy another notebook." Hunter answered. "And I am in the mood of having some ice cream at the park."

"Mind if I join you?" Zayn asked.

"Not at all Zayn Malik."

"At what time are we leaving Hunter Bliss?" 

"Meet me at the lobby at 1." Hunter answered getting off the pool chair. "I'll see you later." She added as she walked away from Zayn.

 

Zayn stared at the young girl walk away from where he was. Her hair moving thanks to the wind, her sweet voice echoed as she greeted guests and service people. He wasn't in love, but he surely wanted to know more about the mystery that Hunter Bliss was.

 

 

 

 

Hunter

 

 

As I left the pool I went to my own room to get ready. It was 11:45, meaning that I had more than enough time to get ready and go store my blog notebook. I took a shower and changed into some shorts and an old spongebob t-shirt, with my yellow converse, I left my hair lose. Once I was done, I grabbed my backpack and threw my phone, camera and wallet inside. 

 

I grabbed my now full blog notebook, and made my way to the library. I went to my secret spot and placed my notebook where it belong, on the shelf named 'Blog'. I had at least 25 notebooks there, and the funny story is that not all the things I wrote on those notebooks are on my blog. 

 

I walked out of the library and made my way to the lobby. I was going to have a day with Zayn Malik, the boy from the band that I half hated, One Direction.

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