Wild Hearts Are All Over the World

Chapter 2

As soon as I wake up the next morning, we land at the airport. The pilot turns the seatbelt sign off, and the passengers quickly reach for their bags. I quickly do the same, say thank you to the flight attendants, and get off the plane. When I get off, I look around and realize how big the airport actually is. But, I see no sign of anyone that looks like they're my designated chauffeur. Of course, I know that Omar would arrange for one to come and pick me up himself. He wouldn't let his little sister walk the city streets of Stockholm alone. That would be stupid of him.

Soon, I give up looking and start walking out of the airport. As I walk, I feel someone staring at me. "Turn around, Chica," says the voice of an 18-year-old boy. I freeze. That voice...so familiar...and yet...not familiar at all.

I instantly know who it is. I just didn't know that he would come and pick me up from the airport himself. I turn to face a boy with fluffy black hair and tan skin. He's about my height. After I turn around, his smirk disappears. It was replaced by a smile. 

"You decided to come and pick me up yourself, hermano?" I say.

"Yep," he says.

"Omar...I've missed you, y'know," I say as I pull him close in a tight hug.

"I missed you, too, Daniellita," he says, using the nickname that he gave me when we were little. I want to tell him not to call me that, but he cuts me off. "We can't stay long. Too many fans," he says, nodding to the group of girls. "Let's get into the car. Want me to help you with your bags?" he asks. I don't have much time to answer, because he grabs one of them and walks toward the car.

To my amazement, it's just an average mini cooper. Of course, like the gentleman that I always imagined that he is, Omar opens my door first.

"Thanks," I say, giving him a small smile.

After driving for a while, we listen to the radio. Of course, their song "What the Fooo" comes on. Omar sings the chorus. I'm internally screaming. Apparently, I look like I'm almost about to scream aloud, too, because Omar gives me a weird look.

"So...are you excited to meet the other boys?" he asks. After I give him a look (the "did-you-seriously-not-just-see-me-almost-crying-trying-not-to-fangirl?" look), he asks, "What? Oh...are you a fan?"

I can't stand not pretending to care anymore. "Yes! Oh my gosh! I tried to keep cool when I found out that we're related. Worked out pretty well...until now. I love you guys...a lot...I'll try not to be too creepy when I meet the other boys. Oscar's my favorite in the band, by the way..." I blurt out. I quickly realize what I said. I almost turn red. "Don't you dare tell him that I said that! I know where you live now," I add, turning to him and giving him a threatening look.

"No worries, hermanita. Your secret's safe with me...even though you can't really do anything to me...oh, and there's the fact that I can tell him at any moment," he says with a smirk.

"Oh, really?" I ask with eyebrows raised. "We'll see about that..."

"Oh, look at that," Omar says with a nervous laugh. "We've arrived. Careful on your way in. The boys kind of already know that I was bringing you for the summer..." Finally, I see the house. It's bigger than I'd expected. A two story mansion from the outside. Unless they have a basement...

"Wait. Wha-...OMAR!" I whine as I slowly realize what he'd said.

"What? They wanted to know where I was going and who I was bringing back. I can't lie to my best friends," he says with his hands up in mock surrender.

"So...you pretty much told them all about how you found out that you have a little sister and that you were going to come and pick me up and then bring me back for the whole summer?! And you expect them not to wait at the door until you come back, expecting to see what I look like?!"

"Yeah, pretty much," he says.

"Why? Do you not want them to leave me alone?"

"Well, I was thinking that they could at least be friends with you. One thing that you should know about me, Daniella, is that I'm anything but overprotective-"

"Great. So, you would mind if one of the other boys just started randomly making out with me the minute we walk through that door?" I ask with a little smirk.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You didn't let me finish. I was going to say that I'm anything but overprotective with my girlfriends...you, Daniella, are a different story. If one of the other boys so much as flirts with you, they'll have to answer to me."

"Fine," I say, annoyed.

"Wait here for a couple minutes, and then you can come out of the car," he says with a small smile.

"Okay..." I say, a little suspicious. He gets out of the car before I can say anything else. I do exactly what he says and wait in the car for about ten minutes.

Then, I walked to the door. I knocked. I didn't expect to hear what I hear in return. It sounds like someone running down stairs. Then, this: "Sh. She'll hear us, guys." Too late, Felix. Then, what sounded like singing came from the other side of the door. To my amazement, it was the song "Build A Girl". The a cappella version. I can't believe that they're actually singing to me. It feels like the best dream I could ever have times a million.

When they get to Omar's part, they open the door. There was Omar with a huge bouquet of white roses and a card with the word "welcome" written in big letters. When they finish, Omar gives me the roses and the card. I look inside the card, and it has all of their signatures in it. I want to cry. They force me to when they all embrace me in a group hug.

"Wait...why are you crying, Dani?" Olly asks. Omar gives him a look. He shrugs his shoulders in response.

"Honestly," I say wiping a tear away from my eye. "I never thought that this would actually happen to me..."

"Well, believe it, babe," Omar says, walking up behind me and hugging me. "You're not dreaming. You're staying with us for the whole summer." He turns to the rest of the boys with a somewhat mischievous look. I silently plead with him not to say anything. "Oh, by the way, boys, she also might be obsessed with us. So...please keep your distance. She might attack you," he says, looking at me.

"Hey!" I whine. I slightly shove him into the doorway as we all walk inside.

"I also heard that you like the band R5," he says, biting his lip.

"What? Who told you that...?" I say in mock surprise, knowing that my aunt must've told him.

"It doesn't matter. Because we're going on tour with them for the summer. We're going to meet them in LA. And, we might bring you along."

"Please, hermano. That would be awesome. I'd love to meet them," I say, pleading with my puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," he says in mock annoyance. "On one condition," he says, looking me straight in the eye.

"And what condition would that be?" I say, looking at him right back.

"Nobody, and I mean nobody except for R5, can know that we're related."

"Great," I hiss, my anger rising. He's embarrassed of me! I think to myself as tears start to come down.

"Alright," Felix says, jumping in between us. "We leave in the morning. So, Daniella, I suggest you pack."

"I'll get right on it, Felix," I say, because I soon realize that it's almost midnight and I desperately wanted to go with them. "But, before I start packing and we all go to bed, can I get something from the fridge? I'm starving..."

"Yeah, sure," Felix says.

"Go for it," Olly says.

"Okay," Oscar says.

"Of course," Omar says.

"Perfect," I say. To my surprise, I find a plate of empanadas sitting on the middle shelf with a note that says, "Daniella's...DO NOT TOUCH!!!:(" That puts a big smile on my face. I'm surprised that, after all these years of being apart, Omar still knows what I like. Be probably got them from a Venezuelan restaurant somewhere close by.

I quickly eat them. Then, I go upstairs, I pack, and I go to bed.