Sam's POV
I sit down in my seat on the plane and look out the window at the runway. All of a sudden someone plops down next to me and starts softly singing a song. I recognize it as 'Story of My Life' by One Direction. I turn my head to tell them how much I love that song when I see a familiar tiny head of blonde hair
"It's you!" We both gasp at the same time.
Sitting next to me is none other than the little girl from the airport bench.
"What are you doing here?" She gasps.
"Flying to Florida to meet my friend...what are you doing here?"
"I'm flying to Florida to visit my Granny." She crosses her arms.
"What town?" I ask.
"Wellington." She mutters.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because that's where I'm going too."
She frowns. "Oh."
"Gee, thanks." I scoff as I unlock my phone to turn on airplane mode.
After a few minutes of silence I turn back to face her.
"Well, we're going to have to sit next to each other for a few hours so we might as well get to know each other...and I promise not to say any more bad words....Well, unless Niall gets a tattoo, Zayn comes back to the band, or Harry gets back together with Taylor..." I add.
"You like One Direction!" She practically screams.
"Like them? Pfft, girl I love them."
"Oh my god. SAME!" She squeals.
"Hm," I smile. "Looks like we will get along just fine..."
"So, what's your name and who's you favorite member?" She asks.
"Samantha, and Harry. How about you?"
"Caroline, and Louis." She answers. " Also, how do you feel about Perrie?" She asks me.
"Honestly? Little Mix is awesome and I love her, besides it is not her fault." I emphasized the word it, referring to Zayn leaving the band.
"Really?"
"Oh sweetie, allow me to enlighten you."
For the next two hours I basically tell her everything I know about One Direction and played every one of their songs on my phone, She listened intently the whole time, and she laughed when I showed her the video diaries, and her eyes grew wide when I told her that Niall's hair isn't actually blonde, and she started to tear up when I discussed with her my theories as to why Zayn left the band.
After a short two and a half hours the plane landed and there was only a few doors and security guards separating me and Mia.
I took a small piece of paper out of my pocket and scribbled my phone number. "Text me if you want to talk about One Direction some more." I smiled and hugged her before we parted ways to get off the plane...
