She's Not Afraid

Flight 413 boarding.

~Nikkita's POV~

Today, the flight for Dublin was finally here! Well it was 3:00 in the morning, comes in an hour! We are all buzzin' for it.

Louis and I spent our last night with dad seeing as we are still not going to be home for a while. The boys have some time for themselves for a little bit after the Dublin shows and Niall's going to stay with his family. He wants me to stay with him, which of course I said yes too.

I quickly chucked on my dress. I had to look nice knowing that photos are going to get taken from the front of the airport. It was a high neck, sleeveless, bright red dress. It was new. I loved it to death. Just incase I put on black tights on.

After I got that on with my black doc martins, I walked towards the bathroom. I brushed away at my teeth, then got my hair of my face. Then chucking on my makeup: concealer, foundation, powder foundation, some cheek contour, pink blush, red lipstick, black eyeliner and a load of black mascara. I then did my eyebrows, I almost forgot about them.

I brushed through my long blonde hair, curling the ends. I put on my black bowler hat too.

When I had finally done in there I went to get my carry on bag. It had one of Niall's baggy shirts and green plaid pajama pants. Just incase for my flight.

I ran downstairs, sitting down next to Lou as I ate some toast. He was dressed in black jeans rolled up at the ankle, red and black vans, a dark grey shirt and a zip up black hoodie. As for his hair it was bed style: messy, water run through it and he had put jell in certain parts. Probably jell that's left from yesterday...

Louis and I pulled our luggage into the back of Dad's FWD.

"SHOTGUN!" Louis screamed running towards the front seat. This happened every time we go in the car...

"BITCH PAUSE." I raced after him shoving him out of the way as he fought back.

We pushed and kicked as much as we could, still being a dead tie. Dad walked straight past us and hopped into the drivers seat.

"Nikky, Boo called shotgun first. Besides we don't want someone crying at the end of this, like always. Boo..." Dad spoke in his kiddy voice.

"HEY! I don't cry every time!" Lou defended himself.

"Yes you do..." I stared back as I let him have the front seat.

"Shut up!" He poked his tongue at me as I pretended to punch him. "OK! OK! OK! I'LL STOP!" I chuckled to myself at his girlish screams.

I watched the dark, motionless streets as we made our way to the airport. Lou making us leave much earlier than I would like. Well I'll get maccas breakfast when I get there and when Niall gets there.

That's when I got nervous.

Niall's family were meeting us at the airport when we land and I must say, once again, I'm so fucking nervous. What if they don't like me? What if I stuff up and Niall sees me differently because of it? What if they all hate me causing him to put family first and he leaves me?

I shook of the feeling as dad pulled the car to a stop as we all jumped out. Lou and I grabbed our suit cases and said goodbye to our dad. He never went in to watch Lou leave, we all know he would cry. Except I would go in last minute and wait until the plane had fully disappeared.

This time was different, I'm going with him. Oh and his best friend is my boyfriend who is also 'supposed' to come...

We waved at our dad as we walked through like dead zombies, quickly walking better when camera's started slashing at us. We got our Tomlinson strut on as we walked through the paparazzi and fans= not giving any shits.