The Day I Met Niall Horan on the Plane

Chapter 1

I sighed and finally settled into my first class seat on the aeroplane. I was sitting in the front row on the window side. I looked out, dreading to find out which pervy old business man will be sitting next to me this time. I was so used to traveling now. My parents got divorced when I was 10 and since then I have been traveling alone from London, where I live with my mom to LA, where my dad and his monstrosity of a wife and children live. It's usually about a ten hour flight. I took out my iPod and played my One Direction play-list. I know its a bit weird for an 18 year old to fangirl over them but I can't help it! they are so cute! Especially Niall..... I looked dreamily out of the window and daydreamed about that gorgeous Irish boy. I was so lost in my daydream that I didn't notice someone had come an sat next to me.

With One Directions Summer Love playing from my headphones, I sneaked a peak at who was sitting next to me. His face was turned so I couldn't see him properly, but he seemed to be around my age with blond hair. I turned around and concentrated on looking out of the window while the plane took off. I saw London City as the plane soared up into the sky and I mentally prepared myself for the horrors that were about to come while visiting my dad. 

My dad and I have never had a good relationship. I'm a more outgoing, crazy sort of girl while he wants me to be like his new wife's daughter, the conservative goody-two shoes with perfect grades and no social life. I scoffed at the thought of me ever being like here, we both are literally polar opposites. I never got along with my step-sister either. When my dad remarried the step-monster when I was 12, even though she was only 2 months older than me, she would always try and boss me around and got me in trouble for every little thing I did. I always hated that, I never ever let anyone tell me what to do. My relationship with my step-mom is a whole different issue. In front of everyone we act fake and polite to each other but when we are alone we go at each others throat. Ugh, I don't know why I'm still forced to go visit them. I get nothing out of it, except maybe anxiety issues. 

We were about half an hour into the flight and half the people were already asleep. Another thing I never figured out, how can people sleep on a plane? I have never been able to. I cranked up the volume of my music and looked out the window again, still paying no attention to the boy sitting next to me, though I could feel him staring at me. 

Ten minuted later, I felt a him tap me very lightly on my shoulder. I took my headphones out and turned my head and looked at the boy. 

Except it wasn't just any boy, it was Niall Horan. 

Niall Horan was sittng next to me on a ten hour flight.

I mentally screeched.