VALERIE

Chapter 9: Lost in Paradise

 Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

We all alight the van with all our stuff and made our way to the lobby of the tropical resort. The girls are still not talking to the boys. We’re ignoring their every attempt of asking forgiveness because of what they did earlier. They just embarrassed us to the whole world.

“Perrie, please talk to me.” Zayn begs Perrie while gently grabbing her by the arms. She immediately brushes his hands off of her elbows and rolls her eyes at him. She decides to walk next to me and Eleanor. We let the boys take the lead in going to the counter. Zayn looks really disappointed about it.

“Good day, lovely guests. How may I help you?” The lady receptionist greets us with wide cheeky grin on her face as soon as we reach the counter.

“We made a reservation two days ago under my name, Louis Tomlinson.” Louis informs the receptionist and glances at us, but the girls look away; especially El.

The receptionist immediately checks her computer, “Yes, sir. That would be four cabins, each for two people. Correct?” She states after returning her gaze at us.

“Exactly.” Louis grins at the lady. He turns his head to face Liam and Niall saying, “I hope you don’t mind. You two are sharing the same cabin.”

“Sure. No problem.” Liam says and fist-bumps with Niall.

“Uhm, Ma’am.” I interrupt and catch the receptionist’s attention. She opens her eyes wider this time, acknowledging me, “Can we like… change the accommodation? The girls and I would like to stay in the same cabin.” I enunciate, completely ignoring the fact that the boys are listening at my words. And sure enough, they react violently.

“What?” Harry, Louis and Zayn yell in unison. The frowns in their faces are really funny because they wear the exact expression of frustration.

“No.” Zayn disagree, shaking his head disappointedly.

“No, no, no. I already made the reservation.” Louis states firmly. He sees to it that he looks through us but he fails, because we just ignore them.

“Can we?” Eleanor cuts as she asks the receptionist this time. I watch carefully how Louis frowns and rubs his face in utter annoyance while she speaks to the lady by the counter.

The lady in the counter is quite timid and confused, “Let me check first,” she answers after looking back and forth at us, and goes back to her computer. She drags her look back at us stating, “Luckily, we have one cabin that’s good for four. But that’s 10 minutes away from the cabins Mr Tomlinson has reserved for all of you.”

“We’ll take it.” I blurt out, and the boys all sigh defeated.

“Seriously?” Harry asks pathetically, but I roll my eyes at him.

“Here are you keys, Madams, Sirs. These gentlemen are going to escort you to your respective cabins. Have a great stay!” She grins at us while handing over the keys as she trails her eyes to the valets waiting to take our bags.

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Our cabin is in the opposite direction with the boys’, so we separated from them minutes ago. The resort is a paradise. The path to our cabin is steps made of fine marbles in between curb stones having heaps of various flowers of various colours; with little palm trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind blowing through their leaves. The cabin looks like a big hut but is made of fully-furnished materials. The doors are the ones you see in Chinese houses that you slide in and out.