Another Love Story

The beginning

     I'm freezing, I keep telling myself if I think of how much fun I'm going to have in Ireland that'll make freezing my ass off all worth it, I'm not very convincing to myself. This is my fist time to ever fly in an airplane, I'm not scared, I do not get scared easy over little things like the possibility of crashing and dying. Things as of that nature do not worry me, don't get me wrong I'm still human and have fears, I just have none that I know of yet.

       My mother is sort of a helicopter parent, you know the type whom never let their child do anything then when they do they hover over them at all times. Yes, I know that all to well. I really am surprised she let me go to Ireland, I mean she will not even let me go to the mall by with my friends, then she lets me go over seas, some times I'm not to sure about her logic in things.

        On the other hand my mother is all I have, my father died when I was an infant. I am an only child. Have no other family members I know of. So I sort of see why she has me so tightly under her wing. She does not want her little girl to get hurt. No mother does. Or no mother should, let us put it like that-

"Would you please fasten your seat-belt? We are preparing to land." said the flight attendant, interrupting my deep train of thought.

"Sure."

        "How excited are you to be in Ireland? Oh my gosh! What if we see Niall Horan, you know how amazing that would be?" said my best friend Alia.

Alia is a major directioner, I do believe looking at Harry Styles to much can't be healthy. Alia is a uprising model to be, she towers over me, with her grace and beautifulness and talent. I am envious of her height.

        The plane landed, in which jolting me back into reality. Alia now snapping her fingers at me saying

" Taylor, Taylor, earth to Taylor we are landing."

"huh?"

"We. Are. Landing. In. Ireland. What kind of drugs are you on? Hahahaha" Says Alia.

I reply "The good kind."

Then realizing we are the only ones left on the plane, I stand up and get my luggage out of the over head compartment. Then Alia and I unboard the plane and catch up with the rest if our group. When we join the group they are discussing what hotel to stay at. I decided I want no part in that discussion. So I start walking around, with my ear buds in listening to music. HM this airport is crawling with hot guys! Makes it even better everyone of them have an amazing Irish accent. Oh wow look at that guy! He has a nice butt! He is rocking them skinny jeans- next thing I know Ive been knocked down. And I'm sitting on the floor in the middle of a busy airport. What a douche, some one just ran into me and didn't even apologize. How rude.

"I'm sorry!! Really gotta go!" yelled a really good looking man while running toward the exit.

Well that's enough looking around for me I am going back to my group.

        "Taylor where have you been?" said Jesse.

Jesse is our group leader the one in charge of us the whole month.

"Oh sorry, I was looking around."

 *****

       Well first day is good I guess other than than guy at the airport. I can't stop running that through my head, there was just something about that guy. I don't know what, but there is something about him that just I don't know.

"Lights out everyone. Big day planned ahead for tomorrow get some sleep, Night guys." says Jesse