Zoe provo-
"Mom can we go to the beach?" I asked hoping she was going to let me go. I need to talk to Sophie and tell her about my trip. "Right now?" My mom asked as a question. "Yes mom I want to walk on the beach it's so pretty tonight." "Fine be back in 20." "Thanks mom" I got up and grabbed my phone and walked out the back door to the beach. I hope Sophie can talk. I dial Sophs number. "Hi you've reached Sophie and I can't get to your phone call at the moment but I will call you back, (Sophie One Directions on tv) Zoe I know I will be right there. Well Bye!" Great voice mail. Okay maybe when she lands she will call me. I headed back towards the house.
Sophie provo-
I woke up on Aaron's shoulder oh that was awkward. But I slept so good. I looked up to see Aaron awake. "How much longer?" "30 mins. We have arrived in London." I smiled and looked out my window. Crazy to think that today has turned out this way. The attendant then said," Welcome to London hope your stay is amazing see you again." I picked all my stuff up and got off the plane once it landed and I was walking with the boys. "Sophie how did the plane ride go?" Nash asked. "Good, It wasn't as bad as I thought." I said laughing. "Well boys it was nice meeting you I have to go. I have a wedding to get to that starts in 3 hours." All the boys hugged me and asked for my number. I waved goodbye and went to the pick up place for my bag. I walked out and got a taxi and went to the chapel. I hope today goes better then I think it will.
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