The Edge of Goodbye
I pull out my stash of cash out and pay for the room.
“Alright guys you will be in room 422, you’ll want to take the elevator to the fourth floor and take a left and the room is at the end of the hall.”
“Thank you” Wyatt and I reply.
I take the old gothic style key and hand it to Wyatt while I grab my backpack.
“Have fun! I hope you enjoy your stay in Hollywood.” The lady says as we walk away
Wyatt and I take the elevator upstairs and walk down the very long creepy hallway. for some reason it smells highly of Sulphur which makes me think of American Horror Story. When we get to our room we set our backpacks down we leave again to go adventure around, We make our way along Hollywood Boulevard looking at all the Stars on the walk of fame.
On the corner of Hollywood Blvd and Vine street we find two of my favorite people; Johnny Cash and right beside him Steve Irwin aka The Crocodile Hunter. Wyatt and I take pictures of each other posing by our favorite stars. Wyatt is just about to take a photo of me with the king of pop Michael Jackson’s star when we are swarmed by screaming girls. I stand up quickly before getting trampled and bump into a massively hard body, I look up and meet a pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes and brunette locks.
If you haven’t guessed yet it’s Niall Horan from that one boy band. From what I hear they have gone on a break and not to toot my own horn I kind of fangirled over him. He’s the hottest one of all of them and his album Flicker is amazing; but don’t tell Wyatt that.
“So sorry love, are you alright?” his Irish accent captivates me
“I.. I um, Yeah I’m alright. My apologizes Mr, Horan” I stutter like a giddy school girl.
“Please call me Niall, how about a picture or two yeah?” He asks grabbing for my phone.
Niall take a few pictures of him and I before he goes about his business, before he leaves though I pick up the courage to ask him for an autograph, seeing that I didn’t have anything handy I took of my pink Nike hat and Niall Horan signed it with a little not as well.
“ Best wishes to my new friend, Dochas Niall Horan xx” After that he hugged me tightly and went into the nike store.
After my fangirl moment I walk back to Wyatt who is still standing by MJ’s star.
“Oh my god did you see that” I shout at him
“Which part? The part where little miss good girl looked like a horny school girl or the part where you couldn’t speak? either way I got it on camera” Wyatt asks me
I squeeze his face in excitement and kiss his lips hard. After two seconds I open my eyes wide and pull back,
“Oh shit I am so sorry Wyatt” I say covering my mouth
“No Mills it’s fine really.” he smiles at me
After we gather our composure we decide to go over to Rodeo Drive and get on one of those bus tours that takes you up into the hills to see celebrities houses.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen who is ready to get this tour started?” The guide asks
Everyone on the bus whoops and hollers as the bus takes off. We make our way up through the rolling hills of close by Calabasas California.
“Here we are pulling up to this stunning Gothic style, eight bedroom six bathroom which had 3540 square inches of living space. This is the home of Jack Nicholson” The guide tells us
We drive past a few more huge mansions one being the Kardashian/ Jenner home and the home of Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth. As we go further and further winding up and down roads we come to a stop. Wyatt grabs my hand and yanks me up. We follow the group off of the bus, while the others follow the tour guide Wyatt pulls me in the opposite direction and runs across the street.
“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper shout at him
“Shh, just trust me” he smirks.
When we finally get down the driveway unnoticed I hide in the bushes by the front door. Wyatt pulls a card out of his pocket and swiped it on the big grey lock attached to the front door. I can’t believe it but it worked and the front door swings open.
“Where on earth did you get that?”
“I grabbed it off of the table as the tour guide was talking. wanna take a look inside of Casa De la Bieber?” Wyatt says
“What! this… this is Justin Bieber’s house” I shout at him a little more loudly and swat his shoulder.
“Yeah, it’s for sale so nobody lives here.” he tells me like it’s not a problem that we are breaking and entering into Justin Bieber’s fucking house.
Wyatt and I waited around and watched as the tourists climbed back up onto the bus and left. When we were in the clear Wyatt swiped the card again and three green lights appeared indicating that the alarm system has been disabled. When we walked inside there were two sets of keys hanging on a nail. One read FD and the other BD. I’m guessing for Front Door and Back Door.
“See Mills what’d I tell you I’m a pro at this shit” he declares
hope things are going ok with everyone.. lots of love to you all xx