Ever After? ( One Direction Fanfic )

Chapter 2: Hands off my nuts!

Rubbing my eyes, I look out the window to see that we're starting to descend. Then I remember that I had taken a nap since it'd be a long flight from America to Europe. I look over at my dad, who has his head resting on his shoulder, still fast asleep. Smiling to myself, I give him a quick shove to wake him up. He jerks his head up and shoots me a glare before looking out the window. The sun was coming up, so it was still early morning. Since the sun was only just rising, it made the sky a beautiful golden pink color.

We land in England, our final destination. Grabbing my suitcase out of the overhead compartment, I make my way down the isle behind my dad. When we exit the plane, there's a large group of people huddled together. Flashes of light expload from cameras and there were screams so piercing that I'm surprised I didn't go deaf.

I gave my dad a puzzling look as before he hopped up on a chair and piered over the group. He was a tall man, so he was able to see over everyone. Quickly, he whipped out his camera from what I call his " Pap Bag ", where he keeps his camera, recorder, everything he needs for the business.

" Wait by the luggage carousel! " he yells before running over to join the huddle of people.

Rolling my eyes, I make my way over to the carousel. I figured it was probably some celebrity that had arrived at the airport. When I approached the carousel, I looked around to see that it was mostly vacant. A few people scattered around, but that was pretty much it. When the luggage started coming around, I tried see where mine was. My suitcase was a neon pink zebra print one.. I loved bright colors!

When I saw mine turning the corner, I reached out and tried to grab it. The weight was too much for me, so I struggled to get it off the moving belt until a felt a pair of hands cover mine.

" Woah, careful there, " a foreign voice chuckled.

I turned around to see a tall blonde boy, probably a few years older than me, standing in front of me. He looked really familiar.. but I couldn't place my finger on it.

" Thanks.. " I reply slowly, still trying to figure out where I've seen him before. Was he someone from my school? Was he in a magazine? Ahh, I don't know, and I don't really care, either.

" I'm Niall, " he sticks out his hand. I detect an accent.. Irish? Probably.

" Savannah, " I shake his hand.

He's smiling, but I notice he's got a bit of confusion on his face. Maybe he was just as puzzled about the whole ' celebrity ' thing as I was.

" Do you know who everyone's freaking out about? " I ask as I take a seat.

He grabs a few black suitcases that come around.

" Yeah, have you heard of the band One Direction? " he asks, grabbing another suitcase off the belt.

" Ugh yes, " I roll my eyes. The girls in my school would not shut up about them.

After a moment he pauses and looks at me over his shoulder, giving me a confused look. I return the look with a raised eyebrow.

" Well.. Er.. They're the one's at the airport. " he finishes as he grabs two more suitcases.

" Geez, how much did you pack?! " I ask, examining one, two, three.. about six suitcases.

" They're not all mine, some are for my.. friends, " he laughs. He was a cutie, his smile was adorable and he had really pretty blue eyes.

I nod my head as he comes over and sits in the seat next to me.

" So, I take it you're not a fan of One Direction? "

" I mean I've heard a few of their songs, and their good.. but people won't shut up about them, especially the girls at my school. It gets so annoying " I groan. I look over at him and he's just smiling. I quickly become self concious and look down, letting my hair fall in front of my face.