I'll Do Anything (Niall Horan)

“What am I getting myself into?” I muttered to myself. I have one rule and that is to never go to the same place twice. Yet, here I am, sitting in the airport, waiting for my flight to take me back home. I know you’re probably thinking how can you not go home? Or does going home really count?

The answer is quite simple, to me anyway. I guess you could say that I’ve been on the run since I was twelve. I haven’t been home, or even wanted to go home, for about 7 years. But my family is tired of chasing me down every year to visit, so if I wanted to see them, I had to go home.

And I hate flying, so my nerves are at an all-time high right now. It doesn’t help me any that there is a hurricane warning in effect and, for some reason, there is a crazy amount of security in the airport right now. They wouldn’t be transporting serial killers or mass murderers with innocent people around, would they?

“Excuse me, miss?” A man’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, sir?” I replied, a bit startled.

“Um, this might sound like a strange question, but have you seen 5 teenage lads – roughly around your age – running around here?” he asked. A look of embarrassment and worry washed over his features.

“Uh…” I start, thinking. How do you lose 5 teenage guys? Especially in a small airport like this. Just kidding, the JFK is actually massive, and I’ve actually lost my family in here before. “Actually, I saw 5 running down the hallway wearing their hoods and acting very suspicious,” I remembered.

“That sounds like them. Thank you so much! If you see them again, try to get them to stop, or call me. My name’s Paul, so just give me a shout,” a look of relief washed over his face.

“No problem,” I timidly replied.

As Paul turned and walked in the direction I told him, I heard a chuckle from behind me, quickly followed by another voice shushing the person laughing. Nervously, I go investigate where the voices were coming from. With my luck, it is probably a group of serial killers that could kill me and hide my body before anyone even realized.

“Stop thinking like that, Aislynn,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

I made my way over to the couch that the voices seemed to come from. I peered behind it and came face to face with a very familiar looking blonde boy with the most amazingly blue eyes I have ever seen. I caught myself awkwardly staring at him, unable to look away from his eyes.

“I… uh… I… um…” was all I could manage to get out. I completely forgot how to form intelligent sentences; my brain has turned to mush.

“Flight 191309 to London, England is now boarding in terminal 1, gate 5,” a female voice rang through the airport.

Saved by the flight agent lady.

I grabbed my bags and quickly ran towards the gate. The sooner I get on the plane, the better. And hopefully that extremely good looking blonde boy won’t be on my flight.

The butterflies fluttered around in my stomach at the mere thought of him. Oh God, I need to get a hold on myself. I am not the kind of girl who can easily be won over like that. I am not the kind of girl that a guy can bat his eyelashes and flash a smile and make me weak at the knees.

“Passport and ticket, miss?” the boarding agent asked, snapping me out of my daze.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I’m usually prepared. I guess I’m just pretty nervous about the flight,” I nervously apologized to the lady and she gave me a comforting smile.

“Okay, perfect. Have a good flight,” she encouraged after looking over my passport and ticket.

I smiled my appreciation to her and quickly moved on, showing my ticket to another grumpy looking boarding agent and then I quickly scrambled on the plane and found my seat.