The Maid. ( A Harry Styles Fanfic) -ON HOLD-

Chapter 3.

     I sat in the front seat of the car, watching all the cars pass by as we took the very familiar route to JFK airport in New York. I had my headphones in once again listening to some instrumentals and blocking out all sounds around me. Paul made no effort to talk to me which was good because I  wasn't one for much talking anyways. 

     The traffic wasn't backed up as it usually was so we flew down the road until we took the right exit to the airport. As a baby I was always fascinated with planes and it was my dream job to become a stewardess. I watched in awe as a Boeing 747 landed right before another one took off. I haven't been on a plane since 2005 when my family took a trip to New Zealand, back when I still had a family.

     Paul parked the car and we both undid our seatbelts and exited the car. Looking to my right, I could see all the planes and I got excited to think that in a few minutes I would be on one them. I smiled at the thought and followed Paul to the trunk, pulling out my suitcase and bookbag. We made it across the parking lot and I pulled out my passport.

     "Have you ever been on a plane?" Paul questioned.

     "Yep. Love them." I answered.

     "Well hand me your passport and lets make our way to security."

     I handed him my passport and followed behind him as we pushed our way through the crowd waiting to go to their destinations. The line moved quickly and in no time we were just sitting and waiting for the announcer to call for Flight number 763 to London Heathrow Airport. I took out a scrap piece of paper from my bookbag and a pen and began drawing. Flowers and vines littered the paper as our flight was called. 

     The plane was nearly empty as we entered, finding our seats and putting our carry-on bags into the storage cabinet above our heads. Sitting down, I was glad I got the window seat. Pulling up the visor to stare out the window I thought about random things. Will the boys like me? Will I actually live with them? Will they absolutely hate me and send me back to the orphanage? My thoughts were interrupted as the captain of the flight came on the loud speaker and told us to fasten our seatbelts and enjoy the flight. Flight attendants went around handing out pillows and blankets for the long trip and as they got to us I couldn't help but smile. One day that would be me doing that. 

     Once the plane took off and we started reaching the max altitude I turned to my right only to see Paul dozing off already. I pulled out my Ipod and turned on shuffle and raised the volume all the way. I decided as long as I have signal I should play games. Alternating between Fruit Ninja and Temple Run for a while, I felt my eyelids becoming heavy. Shutting off my Ipod I closed my eyes and soon feel into a deep, dreamless sleep.

 I felt something on my right shoulder, shaking me slightly. Slowly opening my eyes, I realized it was Paul trying to wake me up and tell me we've arrived. Unfastening my seatbelt and standing up to stretch, it hit me. I was in London. I was going to have a job here. I was going to meet One Direction. Taking a few deep breaths to stop myself from hyperventilating I grabbed my bookbag and followed Paul off of the plane and into the airport. After retrieving our luggage we trekked out into the cold and rainy place called London. A black van pulled up and Paul motioned for me to put my bags in the trunk and get it. Sitting directly behind the driver, I stared out the window watching the various cars pass by. The closest I had ever been to London is when I had a stop-over in Switzerland once. 

     "Oh by the way, the boys are currently living in a small house together while their mansion is being remodeled. Your apartment is right across the hall from them. Its quite small but your only one person so it should be fine." Paul spoke up from the front seat.

     "Oh ok." I replied quietly. I was getting more and more nervous each second. My throat was dry and stomach was in knots as we pulled up to a small white house. It looked a bit dirty from the outside but I still had no idea what it looked like on the inside. Paul grabbed my suitcase and I grabbed my bookbag, once again, and followed him up the stairs.

     "The boys aren't here right now. I believe they went out to get some food and they'll be back shortly but lets show you your apartment right now." Paul spoke.

     At the top of the stairs there were 2 doors, each with a white board on them. Paul opened up the door on the right to reveal a tiny apartment, the perfect size for me. There was already a small sofa and tv in the living room. My feet carried me down the short hallway to the bedroom. Its was perfect. Nothing more than a bed and a dresser with a mirror it matched my style. Plain and simple. I dropped my bookbag onto the floor and just stood in the middle of the room admiring its simplicity. Paul took this as his cue to leave and told me that I would definitely know when the boys got home. I flopped down onto the bed and just smiled. This was awesome. 

     Well at least I thought it was awesome until I heard footsteps on the stairs and my heart nearly stopped.

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A.N.

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