Moving Novels: They Don't Know About Us (Zayn's Story)

Chapter 2- Leaving on a Jetplane

Picture of Luke on the side :)

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One of my favorite moments of all time is that silent walk to the plane. You're strolling down the ramp, with your small baggage on hand; feeling so cool, feeling so swag. You know, like in the movies. You hear the plane's engine roar, and you see the always-smiling, too-attractive flight attendant welcoming you on board.

Ah, the serenity of that moment. But, unfortunately... that was the only thing I liked. Everything that comes after walking...

Well, all hell breaks loose.

"Okay, that's it. I'm taking a yacht." I shoved my luggage in the arms of the lady attendant, who, might I note, was still smiling even after I shoved my Prada bag on her face. Literally. Before I turned around, I narrowed my eyes on her. I was trying to send her brain signals.

You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy.

Then, I ran for dear life.

Which worked for like, 5 meters, until my guy friend, Luke caught my waist and lifted me over his shoulders like a freaking sack of potatoes.

"You're a stylish sack of potatoes." He giggled and walked back to the private jet.

"Stop reading my mind!" I groaned and flopped on his back. I FLOPPED.

"It's not my fault you're too predictable." I can just feel his smile creep on his face. Which was beside my ass. "Your adorable ass." I groaned. Again. He laughed I drew back my arm and slapped his bum in response. I heard him squeal, then I resumed to flopping down my best friend's back, smirking, this time.

You see, this annoying friend of mine is, wait for it, EMPATHETIC. He can sense what others are feeling, or thinking- but the thinking part, he tells me, doesn't come across clearly. But unfortunately, he says that MY thoughts were broadcasted too loud, and I thought to myself too often- and it also helped that I am a very open person- that he can actually just hear me in his head whenever I was in a meter radius.

Major crapola on my part. MAJOR.

I felt cold air blast on my legs as we inch closer to the entrance. That was when I started to hyperventilate. I do that when I'm nervous, scared, or I laugh too hard. But this is no joke...

I'm afraid of flying. Luke paused at the foot of the ladder. I started to shrink. They didn't know I had a fear of planes.

Or heights.

Or falling.

You know what? Sometimes it just sucks to have Luke hear me.

"It's okay. We'll stay by your side." He whispered in a soothing voice. I calmed a bit. For a moment there, I felt safe.

Wait, I did say, FOR A MOMENT, right?

When I relaxed, Luke, the cute, millionaire prankster that he just was, started running up the ladder. Then I was screaming. Then, bobbing. Then, flapping against the wind like a freaking flag. Then, we were inside the cabin and I was about to puke.

Luke was giggling and catching his breath, then he started to sing the National Anthem.

Wtf, Luke?! I screamed in my mind. He just kept laughing and singing the freaking Anthem. I brightened at the idea that drifted in my mind. Luke immediately tensed.

"N... No, you wouldn't dare!" He begged. He tried to put me down and throw me on my seat but I wrapped my feet around his arm pits, and held on to his shirt. I was a gigantic bug over his shoulder.

Oh, Luke. You shouldn't have messed with me. I immediately pictured the scarring mental image of Luke's grandmother, stripping in front of me. It was the night I slept over at his house when we were kids, and his very old and wrinkly grandma needed someone to help her wear her undies.

Luke started thrashing and screaming. And I was just throwing a fit over his shoulders. He kept shouting and I kept laughing. But then, we were cut off by frowning Jake at the door of the cabin.

"Yes... Okay... Okay, mom... What? Of course, I did..." He blushed and rolled his eyes. "I understand. Bye. Love you, mom." Jake sighed and pocketed his iPhone.

Luke fake-coughed while saying, "Cough- Momma's boy- Cough! Cough!"

"Oh, shut up." Jake removed his sunglasses, revealing his gorgeous, hazel eyes. It was two shades lighter than my dark-chocolate ones. Luke turned to face him, so that means that my bum was also facing him.

"Uhh... So," I heard Jake mutter. "What up with the sack of potatoes?"

"STYLISH sack of potatoes." I bounce up and down Luke's shoulders as he giggles at our inside joke. "Which, the potato might add, is losing blood on her face, and feeling on her legs." He just laughed harder. I can just imagine Jake narrowing his eyes at us.

"Get a room." He turned around and began hitting on the flight attendant... Who was STILL smiling. I shivered.

You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're creepy. You're cree-

"Cut it out, Mandy." Luke laid me down and went over to the plush chairs to sit down. He stretched his arms... his TONED arms. His shirt crawled up a bit when he lifted up his arms above his head, revealing his slim waist, and some of his six pack... And just below his belly-button I eye his...

Oh, crap.

I measured our distance and let out a breath of relief when I saw that we were two meters apart when I thought that. I covered my face in shame. That would have been embarassing. Luke was just that attractive. Just mix in his good looks and my raging female hormones, then, voila! Crapola mind-reading rocks my world.

I got startled out of my wits when the female attendant started to talk enthusiastically on the mic, toward the center of the plane. She starts to explain the safety features of the aircraft, piped the emergency exits, and basically just creeped me out with her smile.

Later that afternoon, I drifted off in sleep and had a nightmare that the female flight attendant was actually a hottie-loving alien, and that she was planning to kidnap One Direction and Luke and Jake to take on her spaceship to Mars.

I woke up to the sound of the voice of the pilot telling us that we should fasten our seatbelts and that we were about to land in Doncaster, U.K. I frantically looked for Luke and Jake, and I was relieved to see that they were still there. Meanwhile, when the flight attendant walked past me, I shot looks of daggers at her, and formed a crucifix with my point fingers.

I smirked to see that I broke her smiling facade, when she looked at me with horror and scuttled away. I caught the gaze of the boys, looking at me like I had just lost my mind. I just smiled innocently and looked away and out the window. I marveled at the sight.

Doncaster, here I come.

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A/N: I just hope you all bear with me! It's chapter two, and the first mention of the boys are up next! Yeeeey! Please don't get confused. Hahahaha :D Thanks, sheeps.

Dedicated to Shyvie for liking this chapter so much, and for being so supportive! ^^)

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