America's Suitehearts

**Hailz’s POV**
“Hey, uh, what are you doing tonight?” Wait, what. My heart and brain both just quit on me. There’s no way he just said that, this is the really real world, these kind of things don’t happen in real life. I turned around and looked at him for a second. My face must have shown my shock because he quickly added “I mean, we have a concert tonight and, uh, it’d be cool if, you know, I saw you there, because… yeah.”Oh shit, this is happening. This. Is. Fucking. Happening. Am I dead? Wait, he asked me something. Oh God, I have to answer. Shit!
“I, uh, I-I can’t. I’m working tonight.” I managed to get out
“Oh, well, uh, I heard there’s a thing upstairs later tonight, so you know if you get off work and want to go…” he trailed off. Oh fuck. Oh Christ. Oh, he’s so goddamn cute.
“Actually, I’m kinda working the bar up there at the thing tonight, so…yeah.” I said as I brushed my bangs out of my face. He smiled and my heart exploded.
“Sweet! So, I’ll see you there.” He said “I’ll be the drunk guy that’s really loud and probably dancing on the tables.” I giggled and smiled at him.
“Cool. I’ll be the one behind the bar, probably mixing your drinks.” I replied. We stood there, just kind of giggling and smiling at each other for a moment. I would’ve happily spent the rest of my life like this, but unfortunately I had more deliveries to make.
“I, um, gotta get back to work, but I will, uh, see you later.” I said reluctantly
“Yeah, I’ll see you.” He said back. I gave him one last smile before I turned around started pushing my cart to the next room on my list of deliveries. Wha-? How? HOW DID I JUST SURVIVE TALKING TO CHRISTIAN COMA?!Holy shit, this is a major thing for me, I mean, I can barely talk to guys I don’t feel attracted to! Oh whatever deity that hath blessed me today, I give thee my humble gratitude. I spent the rest of my morning shift with my head in the clouds, somehow managing to get the right food to the right places. I barely even noticed that I had wandered into the staff room until Alex started bitching at me about being late to a staff meeting that I didn’t even know was going on.
“Are you even listening to me? I thought we agreed you would at least pretend to respect my authority when we’re at wo-” he said, but I put my hand over his face to stop him.
“Shhhhhhhhh.” I whispered as I stroked his face “No more words, Hailey is in her happy place now.” He fitted me with one of his signature unimpressed faces and told me to just sit down and that we’d talk when he finished the meeting. He rambled on about this morning’s incident with the rooms for a few minutes before he dismissed everyone and took me back to his office. He sat down behind his desk and looked at me seriously.
“So,” he began then put his elbows on the table, rested his chin in his hands, leaned forward, and continued with a knowing smile and his most flamboyant voice. “Who is he?” He liked to take me to his office and pretend that I was in trouble then just gossip with me for a bit.
“What?” I asked
“Honey, I’ve known you since the fifth grade, you never get anywhere near this happy unless there’s a cute guy involved.” He said “So, who is it? Ooh, is it one of those band guys?” I felt my cheeks get warmer as I smiled.
“Maybe” I said coyly
“Ohmygosh, it is, isn’t it? This is wonderful! Now you two can go out and fall in love with each other and get engaged then your ass can move in with him and Damien and I can live together and we’ll go to your wedding then you and him can have a bunch of babies that will kill your sex life and be a happy dysfunctional family while me and my bae will happily ever after! Which one is it?” he gushed. He squealed and jumped up out of his seat. I did not expect that ending. He’s clearly put WAY too much thought into this. Note to self: Restrict Alex’s reality show watching from now on.
“Hey, I thought this was my fairytale!” I laughed, trying to change the subject. I usually liked talking to him about guys, but he had a nasty habit of either being hypercritical of the guys or trying to ‘help’ me with the guys which usually ended in tears and another restaurant I’m too embarrassed to ever return to.
“Not everything’s about you, bitch.” He said with a hand on his hip. “Anywho, you didn’t answer my question. Who is he? It’s not that big, scary guy with the face and head tattoos that checked in earlier, is it?”
“First of all, that would be Ronnie Radke, secondly, he’s not scary he’s awesome, thirdly, no, it isn’t him.” I said
“Well then, who? Is it that one drummer from that band you’re obsessed with? The one that said he had a Chihuahua for a dick? What’s his name?”
“Christian Coma” My heart fluttered just thinking about him, holy fuck.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” I looked down and bit my lip. That apparently told him everything. “Aha! I knew it! Wait, isn’t he, like, in his thirties?” he asked
“Yeah” I already know where this is going.
“You realize that if you two start dating that’ll make him a total manther, right?” he said as he sat back down
“And this matters to you because?” I asked. He knew he was heading into dangerous territory and I could tell he didn’t want to risk going any further.
“Never mind, anyway, I gave your housekeeping shift to one of the new girls so you could focus on tonight’s event, now could you go find Kate and Cassidy and start prepping upstairs, please?” he asked as he turned his attention back to hotel business.
“You got it, dude.” I said before turning then walking out, still on a bit of an adrenaline buzz from earlier, and hunting down my fellow bartenders.

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