My Aunty Is 1D's Stylist *Complete* [Editing]

Chapter 7| Are We The FBI Or Something?

Chapter 7| Are We The FBI Or Something?

After a long, long night of packing clothes and everything a girl can't live without in a year was stuffed into my three heavy luggages in my room. My eyes were about to give up on me before I heard Liam yell up the stairs keeping me wake.

"Hazel were about to leave." I groan, talking my stuff down the stairs slowly and painfully. I guess you could tell I didn't get the greatest sleep in the world last night. In fact I didn't get any sleep last night.

The ride was nearly 12 hours to get to the airport, I was thankful for that so I could snooze in the car ride.

"You got everything sleepy?" Niall chuckled handing me a warm coffee from Starbucks. I gladly take it and ignore that fact he called me 'sleepy' for a nickname.

"Thanks." I mumbled taking a sip of the coffee. I moan of delight, feeling to warm coffee go down my throat was heaven right now. I open the car door getting into this black van with tinted windows. Are we the FBI or something?

I was siting near the right hand side looking out the window. Me, Niall and Harry were on the side I was sitting on while Zayn, Liam and Louis were facing us.

I was in no mood for taking but closing my eyes into a peaceful dream right now. I felt someone lean in but couldn't tell because my eye were closed. There hot breathe was on my neck making shiver, it didn't feel wrong it felt so right,"Go to sleep princess." the irish accent filled my ears.

I last couple of thing before I feel right asleep was by head was leaning on Niall's shoulder and his arms around my waist which was rubbing his hand in motion circles. Felt so good, and I had a smile on my face too. Life was good.

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"Hazel,Hazel," someone singed my voice, shaking me to get up. My eyes slowly open to meet the sunlight that was coming through the windows. I lifted my head to see Zayn in front of me.

"Are we there yet, because if we are thank the lord." I mumbled rubbing my eyes from the guck in my eyes.

Zayn chuckled looking at me weirdly before saying something,"No, we're at an gas station. Talking a pit stop. Probably will only take 20 minutes." Zayn explains leaving me in the van.

I didn't need to go so I stayed in the car. I felt like a popsicle melting on the gravel ground.

Soon enough my waiting level was going low. What the hell was taking them so long? I've been in this van for about an hour while Zayn said 20 minutes tops.

I open the door while slamming it shut because we might be late for our flight. Other the other hand I was pissed. I open the store door feeling the cold metal again my hand felt refreshing. There was a little bell that went off signaling there was a customer entering the store. I spotted my five crazy friends in different parts of the store.

Harry was the fist I spotted leaning us against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets and had he's signature smile on his face. I had to admit his dimples were super cute. He was flirting with these two girls that were giggling. One girl had a pink glittery camera hanging from her wrist which I'm guessing they got pictures too.

Niall was searching down every single food aisle intensely like it was a life or death situation happen now. He had a hand on his chin, at my point of view was he was thinking hard about something. In his other hand was a blue backers containing different goodies.

I spotted Louis and Zayn in the back corner having a blast with the little arcade games. Louis was cheering on Zayn while he was probably breaking a high score on the game.