OBSESSED |kian lawley fan fiction| ON HOLD

this crazy life 1

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OBSESSED

I used to love planes and everything about the whole experience along with it, just knowing you're in the clouds going to a new place is honestly the best, but it gets old quick when you're always on one. Stuff like that seems to be happening a lot lately. The things I like the most are being turned into something I resent. I never thought that my dream, the thing I've wanted for the longest, would become a hassle to maintain.

"Emily come on." I heard muffled, I pressed the button on my apple headphones and paused my music.

"They called our plane we gotta go, grab your stuff." My friend Taylor said pulling her luggage over to where her phone was charging. I hopped up and got my stuff together and walked over to her. She placed her charger in her carry on and smiled at me, "got everything?"

We're flying from New York because I was visiting family and I also had a meeting to discuss my future and a tour I might be going on but that is still in the works.

I looked at her as I plopped another grape in my mouth. A way for me to think I'm being healthy when in actuality I'll probably eat a cupcake right after. "Yes mom everything is with me." I teased.

"You're such an ass em." She rolled her eyes and nudged my shoulder. "Let's go.

"Taylor led the way and I followed, I was surprised to see how many people were getting on the same flight as us. We stood behind two middle aged women that began to talk crap about some guy in the line ahead of us. Tay and I started laughing to ourselves because they weren't being discreet about it. You could definitely tell they were from New Jersey. Most of my family lives there and I have lived there before too so I can tell from a mile away.

"Did that guy get the faucking memo, the hell is he dressed like that for, we're going to California not the Sahara desert." One of them said in a thick accent and they both cackled.

As the line moved up I got more and more eager to get going. We've been waiting in the airport for hours but I don't know why I'm so excited because I'll just be sitting for the same amount of time only in a more enclosed space. At least I know I'm getting somewhere.

Tay showed her boarding pass first then it was my turn, the woman stared at me all weird. I looked around to see if anyone else was noticing it too. "You're all set, love your channel by the way." She said with a smile.

"Thanks so much, have a great day." I said smiling. I caught up with Tay down the hall. "I can't believe that woman of all people knew who I was."

"What woman?" She asked.

"The pass -check -out -lady -person."

She nodded. "Oh yeah? That's definitely what she is." She said sarcastically and laughed.

"But she did, she told me she loved my channel. That's never happened before, well not with an older person." I boasted.

"Yeah no that's great, you're doing somethin right Emily Claire." Tay pointed out imitating a British accent, but it made me instantly happy. I guess I am doing something right. I never thought making a youtube channel would change my life as drastically as it has.

We got on the plane and I looked down at my paper to see what seat I was in. I scanned the top panel where the luggage is held for the number.

Found it, B12.

"Wait what the fuck, I'm not next to you?" Tay said double checking both our papers and the number above my seat.

"Where are you then?" I asked concerned. what if she had to go all the way in the back? We probably should've planned this out better.

"Uhm behind you."

I hit her shoulder and shook my head. "Are you kidding me I thought you had to go all the way in the fucking boom docks, you better sit your ass behind me, it's not that bad."

Taylor huffed and quickly moved her stuff because of the line she had caused to get backed up coming onto the plane. I turned around and snickered sticking my tongue out at her. She just held her middle finger at me.

About fifteen minutes had passed and I was off in my own little world, day dreaming about what I need to do when I get to back Cali. I had moved only months ago and my lifestyle now is definitely not the same. I worry about different things and look at situations in a different light these days.

For some reason something made me look up, a guy around my age got on the plane and he seemed to be the last of a few others boarding.

I studied him, as do all people when they first see someone. His style caught my eye, he wore a black beanie, black ripped jeans, a dark red hoodie and a couple necklaces and bracelets. It sounds simple but there was just something about the way he wore it. He had the sleeves rolled up exposing a plethora of tattoos, I wonder if he's a tattoo artist. Or maybe just a bad boy you see in every romantic movie.

I stopped looking for a few seconds then saw someone out of the corner of my eye sit in my row. I was relieved that they hadn't sat directly next to me because I need my space. Besides there's no need when there's three seats in this row.

When I glanced over it was the guy...and he was staring at me. I gave him a small wave and a half smile with my lips pierced together.

"Hi." He spoke quickly with no real distinctive emotion.

"Hello." I said. I began to put my headphones back in but I was interrupted.

"-I'm Kian by the way. Just wanted to introduce myself cause we'll be sitting near each other for a while." He smiled. It's the first time he's done it, his smile is actually gorgeous, I'm kinda jealous.

"Yeah I know it's a pretty long flight, I'm Emily." I said with a friendly smile.

"It's nice to meet you Emily." His voice slowly faded when he said my name, he zoned out a little too, kinda like he was trying to figure out where he's seen me before.

When I looked back at my phone I could still feel his eyes on me. I didn't really think anything of it until I still felt the same way ten seconds later. So I turned my head and pretended to look at something in the front of the plane, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him look away, I'm guessing he thought I had noticed.

I don't know if I can sit next to this guy if he's gonna keep doing that. But I don't think I should be worried.

....should I?