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Sofia's POV
We already entered the car and Paul was with us, putting the carry-ons and the luggage in the trunk.
"You okay there, Paul?" I asked him.
"Yes, I'm okay... Hey! It's you, Sof!" Paul said smiling and giving me a hug.
"Weren't you supposed to leave Friday?" Paul said rising an eyebrow at me.
"I was, but the boys planned this surprise and now, I am going on tour with them." I said happily because I was really happy.
C'mon! You can't blame me. I am going to be touring with my five besties for the WHOLE ENTIRE summer. It doesn't get better than that!
"Well, I'm glad to have you on tour with us, Sof! Now, I hope you are prepared for the stuff that happens." Paul said smirking.
"What kind of stuff...?" I asked, but he cut me off.
"Okay, boys! Is everything on the car?" Paul asked, obviously ignoring my question.
"Yes!" Liam said.
"Good. Now off to the airport!" Paul said going to the front of the car to drive.
We all entered the car and made our way to the airport. I admit, it wasn't a long ride, but it was complete and total silence.
Nobody said a word.
I mean like LITERALLY, it's like everybody went mute. And that, ladies and gentleman, in One Direction terms, is IMPOSSIBLE! When we made it to the airport, I was the first one to speak.
"Next time, please, DON'T EVER go mute." I said to them.
"Got it?" I said seriously.
And the worst part was that it was uncomfortable and awkward silence.
"Got it!" All of the boys said in unison.
"Good. Now, let's go to the jet." I said grabbing my Kipling and my luggage.
We had to go through all the security stuff and finally, we made it to our private gate.
"So this plane is taking us to where?" I asked to no one in particular.
"Glasgow." Niall answered.
I looked at him confused.
"This might sound strange, but, what exactly is Glasgow?" I said to them.
"C'mon! First, it was Nando's, now it's Glasgow!" Harry said.
"Hey, I haven't traveled the whole entire world, Mr. World Wide." I said sassily to Harry.
"From Gym Class Heroes to Kings of Leon to Pitbull. What else?" Niall said.
"What?" Louis said and even I was starting to get confused.
"Okay back to the subject. What the heck is Glasgow?" I asked them once again.
Liam sighed and then spoke.
"Glasgow is a city in Scotland." Liam said to clear my confusion.
"Oh, okay. So how many days are we going to stay in Glasgow?" I asked them.
"Well, in every city, we are going to stay for like three or four nights." Liam said also clearing that up.
"Thanks." I said to Liam and gave him a hug.
"You're welcome, Sof!" Liam said returning my hug.
Then a flight attendant, who was a boy, told us that the jet was ready to board.
When I walked down the stairs to the platform, where the planes arrive and depart, I was already feeling anxious to travel because to be honest, I like planes and especially traveling to places I've never been. It was impressive seeing the plane from the ground. It seemed so much bigger. The whole entire jet was as white as snow, but the nose was as black as night. It seemed old fashioned, which I liked very much. And believe me; it was even better when we entered the jet.
Two pairs of light brown leather seats, facing each other, were together in each corner of the plane. A mahogany table separated the two pairs of leather seats from each other. At the two ends of the plane, two bathrooms were held each. The front of the plane, like always, had the pilot, co-pilot and a bit of the staff. At the back, is where the flight attendants prepared the food they gave us to eat during the whole flight.
It was pretty comfortable for a jet.
Who am I kidding?
It's the most comfortable jet ever invented! I also spotted a mini bar and a sofa for sleeping. Oh lord, I am in plane heaven!
"Sweet ride, boys." I said after I finished observing the plane.
"Yep! We call her: Darcy." Harry said with his thick accent.
"Perfect name for an old fashioned jet." I said smiling.
We all put our carry-ons on top of us, in the cubicles they had for us. Harry and Niall chose oone booth or one corner of the plane and I sat with them. Louis also joined in. We were settled like this. Harry was in front of me, but to my left so he got a window seat. Niall was, on the other hand, was directly in front of me so Niall and me were beside the corridor. When Louis joined, he sat next to me so he got a window seat, too and was directly in front of Harry.
We started having conversations about random artists.
"Okay, LMFAO beats The Black Eyed Peas any day." Niall said to Louis.
"Nuh uh, sista'! They are both good." Louis said sassily to Niall.
"No, you guys are both wrong! Everybody knows that the two are off season. Will.I.Am. is the one totally IN right now even though he is from The Black Eyed Peas." Harry said smirking.
Then all of them went to a mini pandemonium...
"C'mon! Can you guys settle into something you all like! For example, YOURSELVES!" I said them obviously.
Then all of them gave me an "Oh yeah!".
They NOW realize that.
"So what do you want to do now?" Harry said, his green eyes looking at me.
"What about the very fun game of sleeping!" I said smiling brightly and adding jazz hands to enhance the sentence.
"Totally with ya'!" Niall said high fiving me and then went to the sofa and fell asleep.
"I am quite sleepy myself." Harry said yawning and then falling asleep.
"Good night, Lou." I said and then rested my head on his shoulder.
"Good night, Sof." Louis said resting his head on top of mine.
AWW! LOUFI MOMENT! But don't worry. There's still Nofia and Sarry moments waiting to happen. ;) I'm going to be posting 2 chapters more today, I think so keep an eye out. I hope you guys liked the chappie! :D
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