You Again

Chapter 1

Hello reader!

Thank you for deciding to read my story, I hope you enjoy it!
However, word of warning, this is a sequel and therefore it may make more sense if you read the original first before this. It's called: "What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger."

This story is also a fanfiction, which means that One Direction will be mentioned. I am aware not all readers enjoy that, but the way I am planning to write this story means that there won't be a lot of emphasis on the band, the boys in them will just be the characters. The only difference this has to normal books is that you already know what they look like.

Anyway, enjoy the story and don't forget to comment what you think of it!

Carry on...

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"Mia, Mia!"

Birdie lightly elbowed me in the side as I moaned and faced away from her.

"Oh my gosh! You're so lazy!" She whispered, shoving me harder with the side of her right arm. "Wake up! The plane's landed and I can't get out until you have!"

I moaned again, waving my right hand lazily over my body at her, "Just climb over me..." I mumbled, my words sounding as if there were no spaces between them. She laughed, pushing me harder against my shoulder.

"Fine! I'm up!" I moaned again, sitting up in the chair and pushing my hair away from my face.

We had been on the plane for about nine hours, flying from Orlando, Florida to Heathrow airport in London. I've been doing a world wide tour since September and it is now June. I've loved it, every second of it. I love my fans, my crew and all the different places and cultures that I've been a part of. However, I have really, really missed home.

I grab the seat in front of me and yank myself up from the seat, my limbs heavy. "Ughhh..." I groan, licking my dry lips as I duck under the luggage shelf and stand in the isle. I stretch my arms up and squeak a bit. I look down at Birdie who's smirking at me from her seat. Her hair's a mess, she has bags under her eyes, her lips are chapped like mine and she's dressed in the same clothes that she wore to bed last night. A gentle smile forms on my lips as I look at her, she's adorable.

She stands up - far too quickly - and smacks her head against the luggage shelf. "Ah!" She yells, holding her head and moving to stand next to me. I've got the giggles and can't stop laughing until we've got our hand luggage and we're off the plane. She elbows me again and I grin at her, entwining our fingers and kissing her on the cheek.

We walk inside the airport, show our passports and enter the shopping area. Birdie and I have Henry staying near us at all times (he's my bodyguard).

"Do you think we should buy a bottle of red wine for later?" I asked Birdie, walking into Duty Free. "Sure!" She smiled, "From your description, it sounds like your parents would appreciate it."

I cough, "And what's that supposed to mean?!" Taking fake offense to her words. She just laughs and rolls her eyes, I go and pick up a Merlot from the shelves, handing it to her because she has the bag with my purse in.

I stand next to her as she puts the bottle onto the cashier desk, he looks at her and narrows his eyes a bit. "Sorry Miss, but can I see some ID?"

"Ha!" A laugh explodes from my mouth before I have time to think, Birdie is looking like a deer in the headlights.

"Urm... okay?" She hands him her passport and he nods and goes through with the purchase. Birdie turns her head to whisper to me, "I'm 26 years old for God's sake! How do I still look underage?!"

I chuckle and shrug as she takes the plastic bag from the cashier, as she walks away I lean over to him, "If I had asked to buy the wine, would you have asked for my ID?" I whisper. He blushes, feeling awkward. "You don't have to be polite about it, I don't care." I whisper again.

His mouth picks up at the sides, "Well then, no... I wouldn't have asked for your ID, to me you look older than 18, definitely at least 22."

I smile at him and let out a gentle laugh, "Okay, haha." I turn around and follow Birdie out of the shop.

"What were you talking about?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Oh I just asked him if he would have asked for my ID if I had gone to buy the wine."

"And?" She waits.

"He said no!" I laughed, "He said I look 22 at the least."

Her eyes went wide, "What! You're 24, a good year and half younger than me and yet I look six years younger than you?!"

I smiled, "Yup." Popping the 'P' and sauntering over to wear Henry was standing.

"Wait, wait!" A boy's voice shouted from behind me, "Can I get your autograph?" I turned around and the cashier boy was jogging towards me, his floppy hair bouncing up and down as he did so.

"Of course!" I replied, taking his pen and writing my signature on a piece of paper he was holding. I added "Thanks for the bottle of wine!"  above it.

I handed the pen back to him and he smiled, "I thought I recognised you when you whispered to me, but I couldn't place my finger on it until after you'd left! My little sister absolutely loves you, she has your posters around her room and she'll be so happy to now have a signature!"

I pause, "Oh, it's for her? Let me write a new one then, she won't understand the wine reference otherwise!"

He grabs another piece of paper and I write a little message to her, saying that I hope she achieves everything she dreams of and that I'm lucky to have her as a fan of mine. "Is there anything else you'd like? A follow on Twitter? Something like that?"

He shakes his head, "No, it's okay. It looks like you've got to get somewhere anyway." His eyes flash up to Henry's and I look at him too, he's signalling that he wants us to leave now. I look around and realise that this area has suddenly got really quite busy, and ever since the riot in Ontario a couple of months ago, he probably doesn't want to risk it.
"Yes, you're right, it's probably best if I do go now. What's your name? I'll search you on Twitter when I get home." I smile, Birdie takes my hand and begins to walk away from the boy.

His face breaks into a massive smile, "My name's Laurence Tompkins."

I nod, "Laurence Tompkins, wow, why does that name ring a bell? Ah well, I'll look you up!" I shout as I walk backwards away from him.
He waves, "Thank you so much!"

I turn around and follow Birdie and Henry out of the airport and into a black car with blacked out windows. Once it gets going I rest my head on Birdie's shoulder, her scent relaxing me.

"You know, Mia, I really love it when I witness you interact with your fans, you're so kind and generous towards them and you can see that they really do appreciate it. It means the world to them." She says gently to me, taking my hand and fiddling with my fingers.

I sigh, "I do try really hard to treat them properly. The only reason why I'm this successful is because of them and it's so silly because all they want is a picture, or a signature. It's such a little price to pay for doing something I love. Plus, I've also been a fan before and I know that it really fucking sucks when you put all your time and effort into a celebrity that you adore, and they're rude back to you. So I try my hardest not to be."

I close my eyes and just listen to the engine in the back ground. I feel Birdie shift and suddenly she kisses my forehead, "You know, I really do love you."

I smile, "Me too."

She chuckles and rests her head on mine.

I can tell that she's drifting off to sleep because her breathing has slowed and her hand has stopped fiddling with my fingers.

I whisper, "I love you too."