Your Choice (A 1D fanfic)

Prolouge

I rushed out of the terminal and towards baggage claim. I was already late! My uncle expected me 45 minutes ago. I let out a sigh of frustation and ran my fingers through my hair. Baggage claim. Baggage claim!! Ugh! Where is it?? My eyes scanned the sign. Bathroom, not it! Starbucks, not it! Gate 37, not it! Baggage claim!! I ran over to the busy and crowded area. I'm so fricken late! Uncle Simon is going to kill me!! Yes, my uncle is Simon Cowell, the rich guy popular for his rude attitude on American Idol. Although he seems mean, he's actually okay and just very professional and business like. (The complete opposite of clumsy old me). I decided to stay with Uncle Simon for the summer to get a start in my music career. 3 months in England sounded fun over the telephone, so I rushed over immediately after I got the call. 

I spotted my hot pink bag and made a dash for it before it could disappear back into the baggage place behind the weird flappy things. I made a mad dash for my bag when I ran into someone!

"Hey! Watch where your going!" The guy scowled behind his sunglasses and tried to straighten his black hair out with his fingers. There was a tattoo on his arm. The word ZAP, I think.

[Choose one]

["I'm so sorry!!"]~ ••••••••••• 

[Maybe YOU should watch where you're going, jerk!]~ ------------- 

[... Walk away quickly]~ >>>>>>

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"I'm so sorry!!" I covered my mouth with my hands. How could I have been so clumsy!! Way to go, genius! I mentally scolded myself.

"Well you should be!! This was my favorite shirt!" The stranger took off his sunglasses and looked down at his now coffee covered, white, v-neck shirt.

"Well no offense, but why did you wear your favorite shirt at an airport?" I mean, what kind of idiot does that?  

The guy scoffed.

"How dare you! Do you know who I am?" The guy's brown eyes darkened as his nostrils flared slightly. He muttered something under his breath.

"Look, I'm really sorry okay! But I'm kind of in a hurry so here's my number so I can meet up with you somewhere and give you a new shirt." I quickly scribbled down my number and handed it to him before leaving after my bag.

"I don't want this!" The guy yelled after me, throwing it down and storming off. Who did he think he was? I pushed my thoughts aside and ran after my pink bag. Uncle Simon was going to kill me.

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Um, excuse me?  

"We'll maybe YOU should watch where you're going, jerk!" I quickly retorted back.  

He suddenly grabbed my wrists and pulled me really close. I panicked and was paralyzed. He was kind of hot.

"Watch your mouth or I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." He let go of me and briskly walked away. That was weird. I took a few deep breaths. Well, England and I are not off to a good start... I rushed to get my bag before it disappeared again and rushed over to Uncle Simon's.

Crap! I decided to walk away quickly and act as if nothing happened.

"Hey, come back here! I wasn't done with you!" I felt a big hand on my shoulder. "You ruined my favorite shirt!"  

I stared at the stranger out of fear.

"Please don't hurt me..." I pleaded and the strangers grip softened.