The Island (Harry Styles Fan-fiction)

Chapter One

The airport was empty when I arrived but my hands couldn't have been fuller. I carried my suitcase in one hand with a pillow under my arm and a carry on packed with vital necessities in the other. I hope I packed everything. If not, Tamara would lend me a shirt. Tamara and I had the same laid back style; basic t shirt, skinny jeans and converse. The only difference being size, as her shoes were a six and mine were an eight.

I broke away from my group, rushing to the check in desk to discard the huge haul. The small woman who wore a crisp white shirt smiled as she checked for the appropriate tags before with surprising strength picked up the suitcase and placed it onto the conveyer belt.

"This is going to England right?" I asked, my voice rising a bit.

A hand was placed on my shoulder pulling me back swiftly, my back made contact with a hard chest. "Of course babe." Jake chuckled. I looked up into his brown eyes, they were warm and soft, just like him. I couldn't imagine going on this trip without him, it's like we deserved it in a way. All those hard nights at the nursing home, it wasn't easy being a volunteer turned worker there. Once I realized I had a boss, and not a colleague, things changed and that made it more frustrating when getting a random call to come in to work every day. But the pay was good and the residents were nice... For the most part.

Jake spun me around and directed me to the chairs that our group occupied while we waited for the flight. We were a group of university students going to study the 'history' of England. In reality, we all just wanted to explore London. The history Professor, head of the department, spent a good year convincing the board that this trip would be educational. It took a while to get the extra funding from them but Ms. Brown always had the school board in her back pocket; she was very convincing. She had been everywhere except London and couldn't wait to check it off her list.

The stout little blond woman went around once more to each person asking if they had their passport and that their travelling bags were packed with electronics. "If any of you are forgetting anything you better speak now because once we're on that plane we are not coming back!" she threatened. Her blue eyes found mine and she raised an eyebrow. "I'm serious. Check. Now."

I huffed and rested my back pack down on the floor. Jake chuckled and gave me a quick pat on the head before making his way to the other boys of the group. I quickly opened the font zipper to reveal my pass. This was my ugliest picture, the man didn't ask if I was ready so the result was my open mouth in the midst of talking with squinted eyes from the bright flash. When Jake saw it he had smirked before telling me how beautiful he thought I was. What a load of bull.

"Put it away before you lose it Jules," Tamara said while she wrestled her wild dirty blonde hair into a bun. I instinctively ran a hand through my blonde hair before putting the booklet back. I then took a seat next to her and rested my head on Tamara's shoulder. It didn't work very well considering my best friend was only five foot five. Another reason I couldn't wear her heels, was because they were three inches and I was already five foot eight. I would most likely resemble a giant. Although Tamara was the oldest of the group of young adults since she turned 22 in August, she was also one of the shortest. I had just turned 22 as the snow hit the ground and December birthdays were the worst. Over the years I was given snow globes, a snow shovel and numerous scarves accompanied by hats and mittens by people I couldn't care to remember the names of. Birthday combined with Christmas was infuriating.

"What are you thinking about?" Tamara asked as I attempted to adjust my head. It wasn't working so I settled for her lap and put my feet up on Miriam. Her eyes were focused on the phone in her hands as she played a game of angry birds. She adjusted slightly at the weight placed on her and pushed long dark curls to the side of her face as she ignored me.