Tell Me A Lie {A One Direction Fan Fic.}

Chapter Twenty: Holiday!

Riley's POV:

Charity is asleep with her head on my shoulder when we land, with Zayn leaning on me. I poke him on the neck, feeling the tense muscles with my fingertip. He jolts awake, rubbing his eyes and I turn to Charity. If it was Georgina, I would grab her head and crack it against the window pane. But it's Charity, so I don't. I wiggle her knee, telling her to wake up.

''Leave me here,'' she mumbles, her eyes opening slightly.

''I would, but then you wouldn't get to see Greece.'' I reply, unbuckling my seatbelt. I put the tray that I had my magazines on up and lock it into place. Charity groans, ''We're here already?''

I nod, ''Yep. Now get up, you lazy camel.''

She laughs, stands up and stretches, pushing her arms over her head. I see Louis talking to the old lady, trying to get her to move, but having no such luck.

I smile, grab my bag and walk down the aisle towards them.

''Can you please move?'' Louis asks, exasperated.

''No, I will not. I need to find my shoe, it fell off while I was asleep!'' the old lady cries.

''Yo' what's up Lou, we need to get going to the drug shop dude.'' I say to him, using a slow, sluggish drawl. Seeing as she wouldn't move when he asked her politely, I decided to take action.

My plan works and the lady gives me a wide-eyed stare, looking scared. She hops out of Louis' way and I grab his wrist, tugging him along behind me, trying not to laugh.

When we get off the plane and down on the tarmac, I burst out laughing.

Louis smacks me on the back. ''Nice one there Riley.''

I nod, giggling. ''Her face.'' I shake my head, still laughing. ''She thought we were doing drugs.''

We walk to the baggage collect department and join the others there.

Nikki, Jen, Michelle, Jackie and Holly have their suitcases by their sides. As I watch, Liam, Niall and Harry pull theirs off as well.

Charity appears by my side, jumping around happily. ''This is so freaking cool.''

I turn my head slightly and smile at her, nodding.

''My suitcase!'' she yells, running up to the conveyor belt. I see this boy stick his foot out and trip her up, laughing maliciously.

I storm up to him. ''What the fuck did you do that for, huh?'' I cry, poking him in the chest then letting my hands rest on my hips.

The boy's smile disappears and he sneers at me. ''Because I wanted to, duh.''

''Don't you 'duh' me like that, you arsehole or I'll bash your ugly face into the conveyor belt, making you even uglier than you already are.''

''Oh yeah? Try me.'' the boy dares me.

To be honest, you don't really want to dare or challenge me to anything, because nine times out of ten, I'll win or I'll actually do the dare.

I flash a grin at him before shoving him down onto the conveyor belt, which is right next to us. Before I could go any further with my head bashing, Zayn grabs my wrist and drags me away, everyone having got their suitcases.

''See, arsehole! I'll take you down next time I see you!'' I tell him, Zayn dragging me across the floor of the airport in despair.

''Really Riley, did you have to?'' he sighs, shaking his head at me.