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Chapter 4- 'Love.'

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And we were all abroad.

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Charlotte's POV.

The plane was finally settled in between clouds. All you could see was the blue sky and the cotton like clouds. I've never really been fond of plane rides. Much less a 16 hour flight. I swear; Australia and UK's HUGE time difference sucked. Jake; my cousin, told me about how it takes about a week or two to just get settled in the day & night thing. As much as I wanted to get there soon, and look around London, breathe in the British air, I knew I'd have to wait about 11 hours more. I looked beside me, and saw that Harry, or the Curls, as I call him, was asleep. Soft snores escaping his lips. So, I decided on doing the most reliable thing to do, right now, put some Taylor Swift music & sleep. Yeah; I sure as hell was going to do that. After putting my beats on, and snuggling in the business class recliner, I zoned out, dreaming about London.

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5 Hours Later.

Niall's POV.

I needed to see it. I needed to see what was happening. I needed to see her.

I immediately got up from my seat. And turned around; walking to aisle next to where I was sitting, and towards her and Harry's seat. Even thinking about a excuse to go see Harry. An idea made it way into my head; as I grinned about the fantastic plan. I saw them; sleeping. But thank god, they were not curled up against each other, or cuddling. She was snuggled into the recliner, and Harry was sprawled across his seat. I thought of waking Harry up first; loudly. So that she would also wake up from her slumber.

I started to shake Harry's shoulder. "Harry? Wake up. Haaaz?" I started so speak louder. And he groaned and buried his face into the red leather of the recliner.

"HARRY!" I yelled. Causing him to jump from the sudden surprise. Also, much to her dismay, she got up and rubbed her eyes as well.

"What is it, Niall?" Harry grumbled. Clearly annoyed. As I was about to answer, he turned to the green-eyed girl, "Hey, Charlotte. Sleep well?"

Charlotte, so that was her name. Typical Australian's.

She spoke up; "Yep, I think did. My neck hurts. Thanks, though." She smiled at Harry, which he returned. And they both, turned to me. Charlotte, looked at me; in surprise? I don't know.

Harry broke the silence; "Anyway, Charlotte, this is Niall. Niall, this lovely lady here, is Charlotte Grace." He winked at her. So much for being flirty, Harry.

I took out my arm to shake hers; smiling. "It's nice to meet you, Charlotte."

She gladly? took it. "It's nice to meet you, too, Horan." She spoke in her thick Australian accent, smiling. I've always had a thing for accent's, maybe because I had one of my own as well. Especially if they were Australian's. No offence to other's though.

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Charlotte's POV.

It's nice to meet you, Charlotte.

I swear, those 6 words, coming out of his mouth, in his fucking hot Irish accent, were more than anything to turn me-on. As much as I tried not to look freaked out, or stutter, I was having a hard time. I wasn't a Directioner, after all, and that was the truth. But, having one of the world's most sexiest men standing in front of you, and litreally talking to you; looking you in the eye; with his gorgeous baby-blue eyes, anyone would be having a hard time to control themselves.

"So, Nialler, why did you ruin my precious sleep?" Harry groaned; playfully, I guess.

Niall spoke up, removing his gaze from me, "I actually needed your help with something, Haz. Also, I need your MacBook."

"Yeah, sure. What's up?" Harry replied, taking his MacBook out of his large duffle, no hand, fuck it, whatever bag.

They started talking about something related to writing songs or recoding sessions.

As they were talking to each other, I was looking back & forth between the two boys. Trying hard to not stare at the certain blonde haired guy.

I groaned, trying to figure out the amout of time left before we arrived at London. I surely would get a bad headache after getting off of this flight. Then, I thought of asking the boys; because they must have flown out from Melbourne to London a couple of times, seeing that there job consisted of touring to endless points.

"Hey guys? How much long until we arrive? I think I'm gonna be sick." I said; annoyed.

"About 6 more hours, love." Niall answered. HOLY SHIT! He just called me 'love'. Wait, why was I freaking out about it? I don't know. I just decided to shrug it off and reply.

"Fuck." I cursed; litreally annoyed.

Niall & Harry just chuckled. Until, Harry spoke up, "Do you not like plane rides or something?"

"Yeah, I hate them. Even the shortest of them, this is a fucking 16 hour flight, what d'you expect?" I replied, sounding a little rude. Niall let out an adorable laugh.

"S'alright, love. You'll be okay." He called me 'love', again. I swear, if he fucking calls me that again, I'd be dead.

"Anyway, I'm off to sleep, boys. Try and wake me up an hour before we land, okay?" I asked the two gorgeous boys; rather politely.

"Yeah, sure, Madam." Harry said, chuckling and saluting me. I laughed and playfully hit his arm before snuggling into the red leather, and closing my eyes.

Just then, I heard an Irish accent say, "Sleep well, Grace." I smiled to myself.

Remembering each time that voice called me 'love', before letting darkness elope me.

A/N- Hey kiddos! Chapter 4's also done. Let me know if you guys like it. And, even if you think its shit. Or the story's shit. But, I swear, it'll get better. Do vote & comment. :)

Love you cupcakes, N. x