Envy (Niall Horan) [BOOK 1]

Eli's POV
All night I couldn't stop thinking about the boys I saw in the lobby. We're they the guests? They looked too young to be guests here. How could they afford to stay here? The curiosity I have in my mind is growing. I want to find out the answers to my questions so badly to the point we're I'm starting to feel consumed. It is now nine-thirty in the morning as I look to the bed next to me seeing it empty. Sofy had already left about two and a half hours ago to the kitchen so she can help prepare the breakfast for the morning buffet. I go to the bathroom to turn the water in the shower on, when I spot Sofy's iphone charging on the night stand.
She left it I guess since she doesn't want to be distracted by texts and calls. Sofy is really serious when it comes to cooking. She has to cook it perfectly and she always succeeds in doing so which amazes me. She is a professional chef who gets paid way more than I do, and cooks foods I can't even pronounce. I always wondered why she lived in this small room when she could afford a much more extravagant apartment or maybe even a pent house. With what she makes she can even buy a house. But no. She likes this small room I recall her telling me. She said she likes the simplicity of it and she likes how it's right near the kitchen, so if there's an emergency in the kitchen she's there in a flash.
Sofy always tells me that I could use her phone to listen to music when I want, that she doesn't mind. Since there's no one here, I take her phone and play a Frank Sinatra song. I've always loved jazz ever since I was a little kid. The familiar songs always take me back to my childhood when my mom would hum and sing "The Way You Look Tonight" when I was little. It always calmed me down when I was scared and was even a stress reliever for me. As I shake my thoughts, I leave the phone that is still playing, right next to the sink and I walk into the small shower. As the warm water touches my skin, I can't help but close my eyes and hum to the music. I feel as if I'm in my own little world...just being lost, yet not caring.
After I twist the nob to stop the water, I step out and I dry my self completely before I put on my undergarments and uniform which consists of a plain black shirt with jean shorts and an apron. I pin my name tag on my shirt and put Sofy's phone back to charge. I sometimes wish I had a cell phone, so I wouldn't have to bother Sofy all the time, but I find phones a waste of money especially since I have no one to talk to that isn't in close distance to me.
I shrug at my own thoughts and I soon walk out of the room. Before I begin my 'wonderful' job, I greet Sofy in the kitchen, eat two pieces of toast with butter, grab my cleaning cart and begin to search for rooms to clean. As I walk down the hall of rooms I so recognize, I see how only a couple of people have already left their rooms to explore the city or to just eat breakfast. I clean rooms 15, 21 and 25.
I feel myself stop in my tracks as well as my eyes widen in realization. I might get the opportunity to clean the rooms of the five mysterious boys! I walk fast pushing my cart down the hall to the first room I remembered was only vacant with zipped up suitcases. Room 32. I knock quietly, not wanting to wake them if they were still sleeping, but loud enough for them to be able to hear me if they were awake.
"House Keeping." I mutter with my lips close to the door.
No answer so I continue to go to the next room I remember. Room 48. I completely ignored all the other rooms, mentally adding a reminder to go back and clean them after. To be honest I could seriously care less right now about the rest. I might be too excited about this, but hey...my life is pretty dull and this just adds a little spark to it.
I knock on the door with a little hesitation and do the routine I always do before I clean a room. No answer. Are any of them even in the hotel still? I bite my bottom lip as I lift my hand slowly to the door handle. Come on. You can do it. You can do it.
As my hand is now turning the silver handle, I can't help the panic that spreads throughout my body. I quickly take my hand out. I can't do it. I can't do it. i can't do it. Damn, I'm such a chicken.
The next room... I'll do it for the next room...no matter what. I nod my head at my own promise as I search for the last room. Room 52.... As I get closer to room 52, my hands begin to grip tighter around the cart handle as I push and my breathing begins to be a little faster. Calm down Eli.
I feel my body stop as I now stand infront of the dreaded door with the number 52 plastered on it. I swallow hard and I begin to lower my head to the door, my mouth only centimeters away from it.
I do the same knock on the door and I say the same phrase, but this time with anticipation marinating the words.
Again...no answer. I nod my head again, reassuring myself as I unlock the door with the key card I have that has access to every room in the hotel, and I open it slowly. There is no one in sight... I let out a breath of relief before I bring in my cleaning cart in with me so if I get caught I can just make up an excuse that I was just cleaning.
"Hello?" I whisper just in case someone is here but I just can't see them.
Silence.
I gulp as I begin to search through the messy room, my eyes roaming and scanning every last thing in sight. I've never done anything like this before. I feel so gutsy and rebellious yet a little guilty.
I would hate for someone to be looking through my stuff, but I can't help it... For some reason, I just can't erase this urge I pocess of wanting to know about these boys lives. I guess I'm just curious to know how they could afford to stay here... I'm guessing they are just brothers or cousins that have rich parents, but then again they could be more, which is the reason why I'm here.
As I observe the room, I pick up the clothes that are scattered all over the floor, digging through the pockets of the pants. I groan as my hand finds nothing but lint in the expensive denim pockets.
Maybe I should just give up and leave... I don't think I'm going to find anything here. I mean why would they leave something important here anyway? I throw the pants back on the ground and my eyes suddenly narrow as a light begins to flash me. What the heck?
I look to the right to see a silver looking thing on a small table next to a window reflecting light. Is it what I think it is? I slowly walk up to it, cupping my eyes as I'm doing so, so I won't turn blind from the bright sun light that is reflecting from the object.
A smile creeps on my face as I see that my assumptions are corect. It's a phone!
I pick it up carefully, not wanting to drop it and I observe it intently. It resemble's Sofy's phone but instead of having round corners, it has a square/cirlce mixture. I press the small circular button that turns it on at the bottom and the screen lights up. Wow, he didn't lock it. That's kind of dumb of him, but hey, it's better for me I guess.
I look for the gallery app and I press it, revealing 1,280 pictures. Woah.
I begin to notice how many of the photos are of huge crowds and instruments. But the photos I saw the most, were photos of the blonde boy I saw in the lobby last night. I couldn't really examine him in the lobby last night since I was not that close to him.
I zoom in on the picture, examining his face. His eyes are a deep, mesmerizing blue that look like tanks filled with water. They even look like marbles and I can't help my lips from parting a little at the thought. Are they even real?
My hands begin to shake at the sudden sound of footsteps behind me. Shit. It's most likely Steve, the hotel manager. I know I'm going to get a lot for this. I take a deep breath and I close my eyes shut for a while, getting myself prepared for what is most likely going to happen.
"Look Steve I-"
I feel my eyes widen and my heart stop completely as I turn around and face the blonde, blue eyed boy from the pictures...The blonde blue eyed boy, who's phone I am holding right this second...
"Have you found what you we're looking for?" he asks.
Crap.

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