Fly, My Dear

Chapter 1

Karlie

"Bye, Nonna! I'll see you at Christmas, love you." I said to my grandmother. The last three months here in Melbourne have been amazing. I wonder if this will be my last bit of fun for a while.

"Take it easy, darling. I love you too." She kissed me on the cheek in got back into herblack Toyota Camry. I waved her off as she drove away. I'm going to miss her so much. I walked through the automatic doors into the busting airport. I checked my two bags in and my one carry-on, which was my canvas bag. The line for the security was massive. I got behind a man with blackish buzzed hair. He was really big and muscular. He took out his phone and called someone, looking impatient.

"Where are you?" I heard his Irish accent ring out. Once the other person on the phone answered, he said, "Come here before someone sees you." Then hung up. That sounds suspicious. Ok-ayyyy. Once I made it through security, I went over to where those big tv's show what time and number your flight is and if its on time.

'FLIGHT #593 MEL TO LON- 22 HOURS 55 MINS- ON TIME'.

I'm going to need food for this flight. A lot of food. I quickly made my way to a food stand. I got some chips, a pre-made turkey sandwich, and a water. I payed the man and turned around to go to my gate, when I collided with a hard chest.

"I wasn't looking where I was going, are you alright?" I asked the stranger. He seemed to have dropped his bag. I bent down to pick it up, as did he. We bumped heads, and he laughed a bit. "I'm sorry!" I put one hand over my face, embarrassed.

"That one was all me." A husky British accent rang from his pink lips. He took my hand and helped me up, his bag hanging off his arm. That's when he took his sunglasses off, and I looked into the eyes of Harry Styles. "Your name is?" He asked me.

"Karlie." I told him, shocked to be standing in front of a world famous pop-star.

He held out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Harry." I shook his hand.

"Yeah, I know." Whoa. I never, ever thought I'd be in this position.

"You're very beautiful, Karlie. If you don't mind, can I have your number?" He asked me, with a sexy little smirk on his face. I think not, babe.

"Yeah, no." I told him.

"Why not?" He all but whined.

"Because Harry, I know your reputation, and I know that if your fans see you with a girl they will go ape shit. I may be murdered. Also, we just met, what, a minute and a half ago?"

"You know, I do enjoy a chase," He looked down at me.

"Good thing I'm quite the runner." I fixed my beanie, and saluted him. I turned my back to him and walked to my gate with my food. I bet you $20 he's looking at my ass. I looked back at him, and sure enough, he was. His eyes flickered to my face. His eyes widened a bit when he realized I caught him, but then winked, looking me up and down. I rolled my eyes and continued on walking. What a sleaze.

"Flight #593 to London, England is now boarding." The lady said over the intercom. Just in time. I hurried to the gate and got into my spot in line. I had seat A12. Thank God I'm going to be one of the firsts on. The first people on always get the best seats. Not many people are on this flight, though. I can tell there won't be a lot of seats filled.

The guy from the security line got in line behind me. I swear to God, if he's bombing this flight, I'll cut him. I will mess you up. Five boys came into line with him. They turned towards me, and I swear I think my brain came out of my ears.

Are you serious, right now? Is the world shitting me? Harry gave me a bright, sarcastic smile.

One Direction is on my flight. I'm definitely jumping out of the door at 30,000 feet.

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