Don't get me caught up in that

Chapter 2:D

Chapter 2:D

I got out of the taxi, gave the driver the money and started to walk to the airport doors. When I got into the airport, I went and looked at the screens that have the information on them. I saw it said Los Angeles to London; 10:45; on time, I looked at my iPhone and saw the time was 10:05. I went into whsmith and I brought a couple of magazines to read, two bottles of coke, a bag of doritos and a bounty. Then, I went into burger king and brought a cheeseburher and chips. I read my phone again, this time I saw it was 10:20 so I went and put my suitcases on the conveyor belt. I walked onto the plane, found my seat which was 16B and belted up my seatbelt. 

I was hoping no one would come and sit by me, but of course they did. It was this man, in about his early 20s, I think he said his name was Jake. All I knew was he was really cute, he asked me why I looked so down. I told him my story and he said he was sorry for me. He said I would like London; he lives there but he went to Los Angeles for a buisness trip or something like that. He asked which part of London my dad lived, I just shrugged, I wasn't quite sure. This lady came down the aisle and said to him 'this isn't our seat and why are you talking to a strange girl.' He said bye to me and off he went, in a way I was quite realived because I just wanted to be on my own to think. In another way I wished I could've got to know him a bit better because he seemed really nice plus he was really cute.

After about 1 hour of flying, I was really bored and I couldn't concentrate because I was worrying about what it would be like living in London and what would my 'dad' think of me. I kept on going over what I would say to me, even though I knew that wouldn't help me. I also really wanted to ask him questions when I got there, like; Why did he abandon my mum when she was still pregnant with me? And did he ever want to come and see me? 

After over 10 hours of flying, I got off the plane, picked up my suitcase and starting walking to the doors to see if my dad was there. OMG!! There he was waiting for me, smiling, with his arms open for me to run into his arms and hug him. Of course I wasn't going to, did he seriously think I would, surely he'd know I'd be nervous? 'How are you, Keeyle? Oh my god I have been waiting for this day since I found out you were coming to live with me. I bet you were excited as well, weren't you?' I didn't know what to say, I was nervous and scared more than anything. I just froze and nodded. 

When we'd finished our short conversation, we went outside and got into his Porsche. God, it was a really nice car, if he had all this money, why didn't he send some to my mum? I was going to ask him, but I thought I'd better not; I didn't even know him yet. As we parked outside his house, okay my house now, but I didn't really think of it as my house yet. Anyways, as we started to walk in the door, my heart was beating really fast, I was sweating and I felt really sick. I went into the living room and put my handbag on the sofa. As I looked up, I saw a young guy, in about his late teens, early 20's with his back turned to me. I said 'hi, who are you?' When he turned around I knew exactly who he was, I'd seen him all around. He finally spoke and said 'hi, I'm Niall Horan, you probably recognise me, of course you do. Anyways,  I've probably never been metioned before but I'm your half-brother.'