Got Me Like, Ow [Niall Horan FanFic]

Just One Plane Ride

You Got Me Like, Ow chp 2

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Chapter 2 Just One Plane Ride

   Shouldn't have wished for the time to go faster. Never wish for the time to go faster. Why did I    wish for the time to go faster? Why? I didn't like being up early. I didn't even like airports. All the stuff you got   through just to get on a goddamned plane. I didn't want to do this when we were heading to Dallas. I offered the bus. Rather rake a bus then a plane. Bus over plane anyday. Less hassle in a bus then a airport. I just guess that slipped my mind.

   Not that I was afraid of riding planes. I had been in one before but, the trouble to get to the plane was what bothered me. The bags, the passport, the security. It was all to much. And the tickets. No, I was done. D-O-N-E. No more. I'd have died. I can't stand it. Now here I was, dragging myself in line behind some weird smelly man. I didn't mean to offended him, but I had to just do something. I busted out my small perfume and sprayed it. And when I did he turned around and actually had the nerve to tell me something. He was like: "Excuse me, but some people don't prefer when others, you, go around spraying the air that they are nicely breathing with that toxic waste." I scoffed at him. How rude was that? Like dude, really I'm a kid. Calm down there now. Then he turned back around. I wanted to get even and did one more spray, just for my sake. I smirked as he turned around again. "Cut your crap and throw that prostituting spray away, you snotty nosed brat!" He grabbed my bottle and placed it on the floor before kicking it away. I was in so much shock. What...

   "Are you literally that immature, to have thrown away some child's bottle of perfume? To have told her something incredibly rude, instead of asking nicely to not do it again? Some grown man you are." I looked up at him, trying so hard to imtimadate(A/N: idk how to spell this word just say it the way it spelt. Hopefully you know what I mean.;) him. Staring hard into his eyes. Just glaring at him,sending him daggers. Trying to get him to apologize to me. Then some weird man came up to us.

   "Um, is this yours? I saw you kick it this way. I thought maybe you'd  want it back." He said handing the man my perfume bottle.

   "Actually its mine, but this man here decided to be some prick and take it out of my hands and throw it away. I don't even know this man!" He gave him a weird look. Ha, getting people in trouble is always a bit fun.

   "Sir, that is completely inappropriate. You should apologize to this young lady."

   "And who are you to say to me I have to?" Ugh, the big smelly jerk said. He talked so southern. Almost like a Hill Billy. Too bad he wasn't missing teeth like one, carrying around some banjo, wearing ripped up jeans and a crap top too. Some hillbillies just don't know how to dress anymore, its really quite a shame. But I feel mean even thinking that, but he has it coming being the dickhead he is.

   "Head of Airport Security is who." Oh snap. Someone might need some ice for that burn. Just a little sprinkle here and there with a nice touch of In Your Face! How badly I wanna high five this man is crazy. I just want to laugh in this fat pricks face and high five the dude and be like 'What Son?' Prick had it coming. Smelly old fart. Hmph. Honestly, who picks a fight with a kid? At 5 in the morning. While she's still wearing her PJ's. That's just wrong of you.     Like     she's just     a      kid. I get if you ask nicely for her not   to. But come on. Grow  up.   "Sir, don't make me drag you out of this line. Just apologize. No harm done. You wouldnt want to go all the way back to the end now would you?" The dude shook his head. I was dying of laughter already. "That's what I thought. Please apologize and then we can all move on, and get to wherever it is we are going."