America's Suitehearts

**Hailz’s POV**
Come on Hailz, just make it through this, you just have to finish your rooms then you can have coffee and lunch and after that you just gotta suck it up for one more day then CC will be here and all will be right in the world again. I repeated this phrase in my head again and again while I cleaned dried up spaghetti off of the wall of a room that was currently being occupied by five obnoxious kids and their nanny (The parents were in a suite ten floors up to my understanding). Don’t misunderstand me, I love kids, I have five little siblings whom I love to bits and pieces, however, what I don’t love are spoiled little brats that don’t understand the meaning of the word ‘No’. Additionally, I do find that I like kids less when I’m under-caffeinated like this. I sighed as I wiped the last of the tomato sauce off of the decorative wallpaper and stood up.Now I just have to clean the rest of the rooms in this god forsaken hallway and I can go have lunch!I had just finished packing up my cleaning supplies in my cart when my walkie-talkie buzzed in my apron pocket. This had better be Alex apologizing for using the last of the coffee this morning.
“Lieutenant Hailey? Come in, Lieutenant Hailey. Over.” Said Alex through the crappy little speakers. I rolled my eyes and pressed to button to respond.
“I hear you.” I said as I began wheeling my cart out of the room
“God, would it kill you to play along? Over.” He huffed
“Look, I just spent fifteen precious minutes of my life scraping crusty ass spaghetti off of a wall, I still have five more rooms to get through, I’m hungry, I miss my boyfriend, and I didn’t get my caffeine fix this morning because you drank the last of the coffee, you bitch, so, do you actually need something?” I semi-growled. Note to self: Maaaybe I have a caffeine problem…might want to work on that…
“Oooh yeah, uhh…Sorry about that, but, uh, I can make it up to you!” he said nervously
“How so?” I asked as I pushed the cart down the hall to the next room with the little door knob hanger that signified that the room was empty and ready to be cleaned
“How about I make a deal with you? You let the next girl worry about the rest of the rooms in your section so you can clean room 421 for me and then you can take your lunch break.” He said
“Isn’t that Deborah’s section? Why not just have her clean it?” I asked as I stopped
“She’s unavailable right now and that room’s guest just called to request an urgent cleaning. Please say you’ll do it!” he begged
“Fine, I’ll do it, but you owe me!” I said while I wrestled with the cart to get it to turn around
“Yay! I’ll let him know you’re on your way!” he replied excitedly. After I finally managed to get the cart turned around, down the hall, onto the elevator, back off of the elevator, down another hall, and around a corner (which was much harder to do than it sounds) I finally got to the room.
“Housekeeping!” I panted as I knocked on the door. Hot damn, you’d think between this and shaking cocktails my arms would be freaking ripped. I waited for a response while I caught my breath, but one never came. Figuring that whoever was staying in this room had cleared out so I could clean, I unlocked the door with my master key and opened it up. I then tried to quickly pull the cart in far enough so it would stop the heavy as fuck door from swinging back and hitting me but of course, since the universe is pissed at me today, I failed. The door slammed into my ass and pushed me into the cart’s handlebars. “Excuse me, Mr. Door, but not even my boyfriend gets to smack my ass that hard!” I muttered to myself as I pushed the door back open so I could finish dragging the cart into the room and then positioned it so it wouldn’t block the bathroom as the door shut behind me without my ass in the way. God, this is gunna be sore for a while!
I took a moment to smooth out my uniform and collect myself before I assessed how bad the room was. Wait…What the everlasting fuck? The room, aside from the guest’s suitcases in the corner (which looked like they hadn’t even been opened yet) and a pair of black men’s shoes that were set next to the slightly unmade bed, looked like it was in near perfect condition. I stared at the room and tried to figure out how damn OCD someone would have to be to deem this a mess that needed to be cleaned urgently. All of a sudden, two strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist and hugged me from behind.
Every muscle in my body froze like a deer in headlights except for my heart which was beating so hard that I half-expected it to jump out of my chest and run out of the room screaming ‘FUCK THIS SHIT!’ at any second. Oh Jesus, what the hell is going on?! Is this Kyle?! No, no it couldn’t be, they put him in a cell at the county jailhouse. Besides, this person smells significantly better than he did on his best days. Actually, they smell really familiar…who is this? The mystery person rested their chin on my shoulder and nuzzled my neck. Okay, getting real creeped out real fast, now. I was just about to employ the first self-defense technique that popped into my head when they spoke.
“Did I scare you, baby girl?” he chuckled in my ear. WHAT?! NO WAY! THERE’S NO WAY THIS IS…
“CC?” I asked as I turned around and absolutely lost my shit when I saw his face smiling back at me. “CC!” I squealed as I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck. Honestly, I don’t give a solitary fuck about anything else right now, I got my CC and that’s all that matters.
“Whoa! It’s almost like you missed me or something!” he laughed as he caught me and spun around with me
“Whaaat? Nah!” I giggled “Well, okay, maybe just a little.”
“Well, that’s good because I missed you a ‘lottle’” He said as he sat down on the edge of the bed and positioned me in his lap so that I was straddling him
“A ‘lottle’?” I asked as I loosened my arms and sat up to look at him
“Yeah, you know,” he said with a smirk “it’s like a little, except a lot.” I tried not to laugh, but it was just so dorky and adorable that I couldn’t help myself
“Is that why you’re here a day early? Because you missed me so much?” I teased. He sighed as his hands ran themselves up my arms and the look in his eyes looked like he had some bad news. “What’s wrong?” I asked feeling a little worried. He looked down for a minute then met my eyes.
“United Airlines kinda sorta majorly fucked up.” He said disappointedly
“How?”
“They seriously overbooked my flight and ended up moving me to an earlier flight, as you can see.” He continued “And, you know, that isn’t so bad, but the thing is, they wouldn’t let me keep my original departing flight and the only other available flights were the day after and the day before I was supposed to leave” I could already feel my heart start to sink. “And since I’m supposed fly from here to the UK for the Euro leg of our tour I can’t take the later flight because it would be too late, so…”
“You’re not going to be here on Valentine’s Day.” I finished for him. I know that in the grand scheme of things this really wasn’t that big of a deal and that I should be happy that I get to spend any time with him or to just be with him at all, but still, part of me wanted to throw a little tantrum and cry a bit.
“Well, I’ll be here in the morning, but yeah, I’m sorry, babe, I know how much it meant to you.” He said sadly as he pulled me into a hug
“Don’t, it’s not your fault, it’s their mistake and, god, its such fucking bullshit!” I sniffled as I wrapped my arms around him
“Yeah, you’re telling me.” He scoffedwhile he ran his fingers through my hair. We stayed like that for a while, just wrapped in each other’s arms, while I tried to figure out how to make the best of the situation.
“Well, on the Brightside, at least you still get the same amount of time here.” I said eventually
“Yeah, I guess there’s that.” He responded halfheartedly. He probably still feels shitty about not being able to take me on my first Valentine’s date like he said he would. After another moment or two of thinking, I had an idea on how to cheer him up.
“And, you know, if you wanna look on the SUPER Brightside,” I began with a coy smirk as I sat back up which made CC look at me with just a hint of suspicion in his eyes “We still have plenty of time for things like…” I continued as I tucked a few stray strands of hair behind his ear before I placed both of my hands on either side of his face and leaned into him “this.” I finished right before my lips pressed against his. I could feel him grin for a second before he kissed me back and slid his hands onto my hips.
“Well, when you put it THAT way…” he chuckled between kisses. Everything was going great at that moment, we were lip locked, his hands were beginning to push down on my hips, I was considering undoing the top couple of buttons of my uniform, and then my stomach decided to remind me that it was lunchtime by speaking whale. I pulled away in embarrassment, fearing that I had killed the mood. Oh god, that was so not sexy, oh god! But much to my surprise, instead of being grossed out, he responded. “What was that, Hailey’s tummy? You wanna go get lunch? Well, that sounds like a great idea, let me get my shoes on!” He said which made me giggle as I got off of his lap so he could get his shoes. Well, mama always did tell me that a man whose response to hearing your stomach growl is to not be rude and get you something to eat was a keeper. As soon as he was ready to go he went and held the door open for me so I could take the cart out and leave it in the hallway. As he was about to close the door, he paused and gave it a kick. “Nobody gets to smack her ass but me, got it Mr. Door?!” he shouted as he walked out and let swing shut behind him which made me laugh my afore mentioned ass off. “Come on, baby girl, let’s go.”

Notes

WE MADE IT TO 69 SUBCRIBERS!!! HOLY SHIT!
In honor of this, I'd like you guys to leave your favorite sexual innuendos, dirty jokes, that's what she said jokes, and anything else you'd like in the comments and I'll put them in the next chapter!