Wanderlust • Calum Hood •

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The harsh ringing of my alarm fills my hotel room. I wearily pry one eye open and glance at the time - 7:30. If I don't get up now I'll miss breakfast. The thought of food makes my stomach growl, and I'm torn between the warmth of my bed and food. My stomach releases another growl, and food wins.

Grumbling, I pull my body from the bed and change into some clothes - nothing special, just a hoodie and some leggings. I tug my long, dark hair into a messy bun and have a quick clean, but then I'm out of the door.

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It's quite busy in here today - there must be someone famous staying in the hotel. It's always like this when there's a celebrity about. Teen girls are milling around the entrance, but security won't let them in. There's a few sat at the breakfast tables, all of them with huge hopeful eyes and eccentric makeup. I'm guessing boyband.

I head over for the cereal, noticing there's not many cocoa pops left. At best there's a bowl full, and I'm not in the mood to wait for the dispenser to be refilled. I'm hungry, and I want my food now.

My pace quickens when I notice a dark haired tan guy eyeing up my pops.

I grab a bowl and shove it under the dispenser, earning a glare from him.

"Hey, I wanted those," he complains.

I shrug, "too bad."

The pops fill my bowl, leaving a measly amount in the dispenser. I glance over at him. He's kinda cute - I almost feel bad for taking the cereal. Almost.

"Someone will refill it soon. Don't be too upset." I say, noticing his sad expression. At first I think he's being a little over dramatic, but I'd be upset if someone stole my pops too.

He half smiles, "it's just been a bad morning."

Now I do feel bad for taking the cereal. I can feel a good deed coming on, but I really don't want it to. I don't want to give up my cereal. It's not my fault he's sad.

"Here," I say, handing him my bowl, "I can wait."

His eyes meet mine. They're chocolate brown and they're gorgeous. He's gorgeous. Cute doesn't cut it.

He's reluctant to take it at first, but after a minute he reaches out and accepts my offer.

"Thanks," he smiles. His eyes brighten a little, and a sense of achievement washes over me. I made that happen.

I'm suddenly conscious of all the eyes on me. I turn to the seating area, and nearly all of the teens eyes are on me. Why are they looking at me? I don't look that bad, do I?

And then I realise.

They're not looking at me, they're looking at him.

I turn back to him. "Who are you?" I ask, completely oblivious.

The boy chuckles, "I'm Calum. Calum Hood."

I half recognise the name.

"Are you in a boyband or something?"

"No!" He says abruptly, then blushes. "I mean, no. I'm in a band. We play instruments. We're not a boyband."

I nod, "oh. That explains the girls then."

Calum glances around and gives a brief nod, "so who are you?"

"I'm Finn. Finn Brooklyn."

"Brooklyn. Like the name of the hotel."

"Exactly like the name of the hotel. My parents own the branch."

His eyes widen a fracture. He probably wasn't expecting the daughter of two of the wealthiest businesspeople in the world to look like such a slob.