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)


11. The Girl in the Mirror



Third Person P.O.V.




Zayn and Hunter kept kissing for the matter of 5 minutes. The love they had for each other was showing, lust, and passion in one kiss. They pulled apart but rested their foreheads on each other's and Zayn hold Hunter's hand and caressed it with his thumbs.


"What the hell just happened?" Hunter asked in a whisper, opening her eyes taking in sight Zayn's perfect face.

"I just did something I wanted to do since before I ever met you." Zayn replied.

"How come?" Hunter asked tilting her head to the side, losing the contact with Zayn's face.

"Well beca-" Zayn started but was soon cut by Hunter's phone ringing.

"Sorry." Hunter said grabbing her phone. "It's my dad. Gotta answer." Hunter added with a disgust voice. Zayn nodded and gave her a reassuring smile stepping aside so that Hunter could have her privacy, but not to far so that she could still see her.







I cursed myself as my phone started to ring, I mean, I was having a moment with Zayn Malik, and my father decides to call me at the same exact moment. Dickhead.


"What." I answered my phone sounding pissed, so that he could understand I did not want to talk to him.

"Hello to you too Hunter." My father said in his french accent. He's a freak.

"Is there anything you need?" I asked.

"Yes." My father answered. "I am returning back home this week."

"YOU WHAT?!" I shouted to the phone and I saw how Zayn jumped in the corner of my eye. 

"I'm coming home on Sunday." My father replied, I looked over at my phone, it said Wednesday. This cannot be happening to me! My father was supposed to stay in Dubai for the rest of the goddamn year! I was supposed to be alone for the whole year! What changed? 

"Why?" I asked in the verge of explosion. "Why are you coming back on Sunday? You were supposed to stay in Dubai for the rest of the year. What changed father?"

"That my deal in Dubai is already done, and they will start building the hotel sooner, and so I'm going back home to bring you."

"EXCUSE ME?!" I shouted sounding extremely over the edge of being mad. He had to drunk. "I'M NOT GOING TO DUBAI WITH YOU! WE MADE A DEAL!"

"Yes we did." My father said. "And I've heard from someone that you are getting in trouble."

"ME?! IN TROUBLE?!" I scuffed and fake laughed. "DID ROGER TELL YOU THIS?!"

"Yes." My father answered. 

"And you are going to believe him instead of believing your own daughter when I tell you that I have not gotten myself into any trouble."

"Then explain to me what happened in the ice cream shop?" My father asked.

"FINE! I punched Roger because he was messing around with me." I said agitated. "Not that you would care because you never fail to not believe in me. But it is okay father. But I'm telling you that I am not moving to Dubai with you. Not if it means that I will have to look for my mother." I added and hanged up. 


I put my phone and my back pocket and punched the wall. I ran both my hands in my hair, taking deep breaths so that I could calm myself and not kill anyone. I closed my eyes and sat down on the floor hugging my knees. 


"Are you okay?" Zayn asked kneeling in front of me.

"I will be." I answered with a fake smile.

"Are you sure?" Zayn asked helping me up.

"Yes." I lied. Zayn pulled me into a hug and then we walked back to the hotel.


I said goodbye to Zayn in the lobby before running to the stairs and climb up all the 10 floors to the library, once I got there I said hi to a fellow customer who loved coming here and moved into my secret space. I grabbed my extra laptop and opened it on my blog page. I quickly clicked on the new post and started typing.


"The girl in the Mirror"


There's this girl in the mirror,   I wonder who she is.   Sometimes I think I know her,    Sometimes I wished I did.   There is a story in her eyes,   Lullabies and goodbye.   When she's looking back at me I can tell...   She's hurting inside.




 I posted my new entry and sat starring at my screen. It's not like I got any comments or stuff, people would see it and that was about it. I wasn't a popular blogger and to be sincere, I didn't want to be it. I'm surprised that Zayn knew about it, I mean why would a super famous hot boy read a blog? I don't know. 


I closed my laptop and started descending my secret spot when I heard Zayn speaking.


"She is the one Liam." Zayn said. "I asked her, and she answered me. I don't care what you think. I'm going to make her happy." And then pause, I assumed he was speaking on the phone. "Dude read her last entry, the girl in the mirror. I'm making her break down her wall."


I fled. I ran away to my room and hided myself. 


Was Zayn Malik really going to try to break down my wall?

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