Undercover

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My lungs started to ache as Perrie and I ran through the streets, hand in hand. My shoes were back at the gala building, along with all of my problems. I could feel the dried blood on my nose and saw it stain the beautiful dress I was wearing. We ran through the soft, wet grass, yard through yard, leaving the flashing lights and sirens behind us. Harry would have to come up with an excuse, because now, it wasn't my problem. I was done with the motherfucker.

"One...more...block," Perrie heaved as we made our way back to the hotel. I could just barely make out the lit up sign in the distance as we approached. The street was to our left, various cars passing us by as we ran into the night. Some men whistled, others ignored us, but I didn't care. I felt alive, I felt...free.

The hotel started to get bigger as we ran closer. My feet pounded on the green grass and my breaths were staccato. I was always the first in my class for physical education back at the academy. I loved the feeling of being active; running so no one can catch you, fighting so no one can touch you. It was exhilarating.

We made it to the entrance of the hotel. I bent over and placed my hands on my knees, breathing heavily. Perrie place her hands on top of her head and stretched, also trying to catch her breath.

"Stand up straight and put your hands on your head, it helps circulate your breathing," She informs me. I do as she says and close my eyes, reliving the past hour of my life. I was kind of a bad bitch. I like it.

"What do we do now?" I ask her as we make our way into the lobby. It takes me a moment, but I realize that I left my purse back at the place, which contained my phone, money, and key card for our room.

"We pack up our stuff, and we get out. I found a cheap hotel just down the street. It's quaint, but it got some good reviews," She says as she scrolls through her phone. Luckily, she had her purse with her.

"Ok. But I left my stuff back at the gala. Like my shoes and my purse," I tell her, trying to stay calm. I finally start to realize the deep shit I have just gotten myself into. If my boss found out about the fight, I'm definitely sacked.

"It's fine, we can go pick that up tomorrow. For now, let's do what we can," She says and we take the stairs up to our floor; the elevator was taking too long. We reach our room and Perrie bustles with the key for a bit before she finally gets the door unlocked. To my relief, the room is empty. I was getting a sneaking suspicion that Harry might have beaten us back to the room. As fast as I can manage, I run over and start to shove my clothes back into my duffel.

Perrie runs to the bathroom and starts to collect everything she left in there. We work silently and fast, knowing that the boys could be back any minute. I desperately try to squish my clothes down to try to get the zipper closed on my bag while Perrie snoops around the hotel room.

"What are you looking for?" I ask her breathlessly. It seems as if this whole trip is sucking the breath right out of my lungs.

"Some of Spain's currency. I only have american dollars, but I know Zayn left some euros here," Perrie says and I start to notice that the more stressed she is, the thicker her british accent stands out. Just as I get my zipper shut I hear yelling outside. I peer out the window to find Zayn and Harry slamming the doors to a black car and heading into the building. They seem to be in mid argument. Just as Harry looks up towards the window, I plop down onto the floor.

"Bad news, Harry and Zayn are back," I urgently whisper just as she holds up a wad of euros in triumph.

"Ok let's go," She says as she grabs her suitcase. I adjust the strap of my duffel bag on my shoulder and slip my feet into my sneakers. "Wait!" She yells.

"What?" I ask her as she rips a piece of paper off of a notepad. She picks up a pencil and starts to scribble on it frantically.

"Ok, now let's go," She says as she throws the pencil and picks up her suitcase again.

"Is there a backdoor out of this place?" I ask her.

"Yeah, we'll take the stairs again. They'll definitely take the elevator," She says and we run towards the stairs again. My feet pound down the concrete steps and my hands slide down the railing. Perrie guides me through the stairway and into to the lobby. Though I wish I was more discreet.

I look towards the closing elevator doors, and to my dismay, make eye contact with Harry.

"Wait Belle!!" He yells just as the doors slam shut.

"Shit," I whisper to myself as I start to get teary eyed again.

"Come on Belle, we need to go," Perrie demands as she grabs my elbow and yanks me after her. We run into the street and she finally lets go of my arm. I crash into a few people who swear at me in spanish, but I keep going. The world starts to swim before me as the tears run down my cheeks. I try to blink them away, but they keep coming.

I focus on the running, letting my sore legs and empty lungs distract me from the emotional pain running throughout my body. Perrie's figure is blurry in front of me, but I manage to stay behind her.

She stops abruptly and I accidentally run into her. I try to say sorry but the word comes out soundless and meaningless. I look towards where she is looking and I see the hotel. When she said quaint, she wasn't kidding. It looked like a medium sized house, made out of sagging wood. I did like it though. The outside was a bright green color with white Christmas lights lining the roof of it. The porch in front was small, with white whicker chairs and a flower printed bike leaning against the wall next to the door.

If it wasn't for the sign that said El Castilla de Sol over the door, I would've mistaken this for a house. This hotel reminded me of all the things I wanted to be; happy, bright, and in its own little world.

"This is it. It only runs for fifty euros a night and has complimentary breakfast," She says as we walk up the creaky steps to the door. Perrie opened the door and walked right in. The 'lobby' was refreshing, with a giant mosaic of a desolate island covering the walls and a mural of the sea on the floor, making it look like you were walking on the ocean. Colorful rugs sat under more whicker chairs with multi-colored seat cushions and pillows on them. A glass table with some spanish magazines sprawled out on it sat in front of the whicker chairs.

We walked up to the coral colored front desk and approached the old lady sitting behind it. She looked like a classy lady, with her grey hair put into a bun on top of her head, a white dress, tan skin, and pearl earrings dangling from her ears. Wire framed glasses sat perched on the bridge of her nose and her eyes were a pale blue.

"Hi, we'd like a room for the night," Perrie sighed, showing her exhaustion.

"No hablo engles?" She said, though her words sounded more like a question.

"You don't speak english? Great, that's just great. That's muy bueno. Now I'll have to get by using what I learned in fifth grade," She says sarcastically and throws her hands up in defeat. The long night has really taken a toll on her, I could already see a ring of purple forming under her eyes. It was about three in the morning; man, time has passed quickly.

"Uh, me llamo Perrie. This...es Belle. Nosotros...duermo...here," She says as she tries to act out what she's saying, mimicking sleeping and then pointing to the floor. I think she just introduced us and said we sleep here. I don't know, I was always bad at spanish.

"Que?" The old lady asked and cocked her head to the side.

"Um...okay. We have euros...yes, mmm, money, good. Money good. Euros muy bueno. Soy de dormir. Como...la cocina...to duermo in," She says and the old lady looks like she's trying to hold in laughter. She smiles politely at Perrie and chuckles a bit.

"Uh, Perrie, I think you just said that we have good money, we're from sleep, and something about sleeping in a kitchen," I say hesitantly, also trying not to laugh.

"Well, you're not helping so I'm trying my best!!" She yell/whispers to me. I just hold up my hands in defeat and try not to laugh.

"Mama what are you doing up? What's going on?" Someone asks as they walk in. She was like an exact replica of the old lady, only younger. She had deep, tan skin, long, dark, curls, pale blue eyes, and was currently wearing a robe and some slippers. She had an american accent, with a hint of a spanish one.

"Wait, you speak english?" Perrie asks? She looks like she's about to go off on the old lady, so I step in front of her and grab her hand, squeezing it. She squeezes back, perhaps a bit too hard.

"Yes, sweetie, I do. But I also speak spanish, and I have to say, you were quite amusing," She says with a chuckle as she puts her fingers to her lips and closes her eyes, possibly reminiscing in what just happened. Perrie tries to lunge at her from behind me, but I hold her back, smiling at the old lady when she opens her eyes again.

"Uh, what can we do for you?" The younger lady asks us. She looks to be about 40 years old, and judging by her completely bare hands, is single, or at least not married. She was very pretty, though.

"We are in desperate need of a room, if you couldn't tell," Perrie says with a light laugh, gesturing to our messy appearance and bags hastily dropped at our feet. I almost forgot about the dried blood on my face and dress, making me suddenly embarrassed to be in public.

"Oh girls, I'm sorry. But we only have about fifteen rooms and all of them are booked," She says sadly, tightening her robe.

"Please miss. We are desperate for anything. We've had one hell of a night and we just need some place to crash. We'll pay extra," I speak up, grabbing the wad of cash and holding it up. I was truly desperate and probably looked like shit. I knew I looked like I was about to cry, probably because I was. So much emotion has been building up and I swear I'm about to break down if we don't get a place to stay.

"Come on Mags, let them stay. Look at them, they look like they've been through a lot and really could just use a bit of good luck tonight," The old lady tries to persuade the younger lady, Mags.

"But where, Mama, where?" She asks with an exasperated sigh. Man she looks tired, but then again, so do we.

"Let them stay in Muriel's old room. I believe she cleaned it out before switching rooms, but the bed, sheets, and pillows are still in there," She says. I have a sneaking suspicion that Muriel is Mags' daughter, but it's just a hunch. Mags sighs and runs a frustrated hand through her hair, something I've seen Harry do many times. Harry.

I ignore the pang of sadness and blink back the tears that threaten to spill over. I can't believe he had a girlfriend. Well, has a girlfriend. I close my eyes and try to fight the image of them kissing, her sitting on his lap, and him looking so happy.

"Ugh, come on," Mags says, snapping me out of the horrific images I was tempted to look at. She leads us through a door and down two sets of stairs. We get to the very bottom and find a single door. It was a white door, the paint peeling off of it. Around the door, swirls of color twirled around each other. It made the dark space look a bit brighter.

"Who did all the art?" I ask.

"My daughter, Muriel. My sister did the mosaic in the lobby, but all of the paint was done by Muriel. She's got a real talent, doesn't she?" Mags asks as she opens the door to the room.

"Yeah," Perrie and I say at the same time. It was a small room, with a queen bed in the middle, a dresser pressed against the wall, and a small attaching bathroom. The walls were a sea blue, with a white ceiling above them and white floor boards. The bathroom had white walls, a yellow floor, and simple furnishings like a sink, bathtub, toilet, and mirror. White bed sheets and pillows laid scattered on the queen mattress, which sat lonely on the ground and pressed up against the wall. Thin windows lined the top of the walls at the base of the ceiling all the way around.

"So this is it. I know it's not much, but it's all we got, and by the looks of it, it's ll you got too," Mags says as she runs another hand through her tousled hair. Harry. Damn it!

"Thank you, we can't tell you how much this means to us," Perrie says.

"Your welcome. Now, because of the lateness of the hour, we will discuss payment issues in the morning. For now, get yourselves cleaned up and off to bed. Towels should be in the bathroom and breakfast is from six to ten. I believe that the hot water still runs down here. Let me know in the morning if you need anything. Good night girls," Mags says and walks out, slamming the door behind her, before we get a chance to thank her.

"I like her. She's kind, but in a straight forward way. Very helpful, she is," Perrie says and I laugh. She does have a certain charm to her.

"Yeah. Now let's go get cleaned up," I say as we both walk into the bathroom.

Notes

PHEW. GLAD I GOT THAT DONE. Hey guys :) So sorry this chapter was a filler, but trust me, shit will be going down in the next chapter, just wait. (Did you guys think Perrie's spanish attempts were at least a little funny? Hah I know I'm not funny but whatever)

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