Gone

"Searching" 30

Andrea's POV

There was an instistint beeping when I woke up. I tried to press snooze, but the snooze was short lived. I got up, and changed. And I went to the bathroom I noticed a drop of blood. I dismissed it as usual. I wore a sundress. It was yellow and silky. It was even maternity clothes. I got a sun hat to go along with it as I smiled. I got a suitcase and packed it with extra clothes and things to entertain me for the ride to the Usa. I bid farewell to Adrianna and walked to the two agents I was expecting. They had shades on, and suits. Jon held a sign saying McDonald, and tugged me along to a private jet. I gripped my phone even tighter as we got into the jet. Jon sat across from me in the leather seats, while William sat next to him. I sat beside a window.

I peered out the small window and saw a little boy, about 5 sitting starring at the window, pointing out the window at the jet. I waved and smiled. He jumped up, excited by someone noticed him. As our jet backed up in record time, the little boy waved good bye.

"So. We have a hotel in Los Angeles to stay 2 nights at. You have your own room." I smiled and nodded. "We'll drive as long as needed." I nodded, and plugged my ear buds in, playing music, ignoring the world. I watched the plane below get smaller and smaller, until I saw it no more. The clouds looked like big fluffy marshmellows.

I laid a single hand on my belly. I smiled down at my bump. I had a baby in there. Jon and William joked amongst themselves, laughing. I got my phone out of my pocket, searching something I knew I would regret; Niall Horan.

There were pictures, him in photoshoots, him walking. Then there was an ad for a writing website, which I clicked. There were Niall Horan fan fictions everywhere. I searched my name, in curiousity. There were fan fictions about me and the boys, each and every one of them. I laughed lightly. If I wanted any boy from One Direction, it was Niall for sure. 

I went onto my facebook, forgetting I even had one. I had hundreds of friend requests, thousands of messages, and thousands of notifications. I deleted my account before I could get over whelmed by it. It was deleted. 

I closed my eyes, not wanting to kill my phone battery when my music stopped. I looked up and around. Jon unplugged the ear buds. Turning my IPod off, I tied the earbuds up and put them away. "C'mon. Let's change how you look." He pulled me into a bathroom on the jet. There was a deep sink, and metal toilet. He pulled a chair up to the sink, and made me lean my head over the sink's edge. He held up three boxes of hair dyes. "Red, blonde, or black."  The red was a deep red, maroon, so I disapproved. The black with as black as night. The blonde was beach blonde, and I loved it. I pointed to the middle Blonde box. He nodded, taking everything out of the box. "Reapply it in a month." I nodded, as he scrubbed my scalp, it iching immensly. The bleach burned my skin. "Hm. What color contacts?" I always had blue eyes but ever since I was 15 I wanted brown eyes, so that was what I said. 

"How about brown contacts?" He nodded, handing me a small white box. 

"You need a new first name. Your last name is Robbins. Oh, and let me see you hand." He lifted my left hand up, and slid a ring with diamonds on it down my ring finger. "You're engaged to a man in the Us Army. His name is Jackson Williams. Oh, your hair should be done." He filled cup fulls of hot water, and cleaned the coloring out of my hair. He got a towel and dried my hair that way. He tied it up, and scolded me not to undo it. 

"Can my name be Adrianna?" He shook his head.

"Nothing with an A."

"Hm. How about Saphire?" 

"Saphire it is." He tugged my hand down the hall to where William was. He undid my hair, and scrunched it with his fingers. "Meet Saphire Robbins. Sister of Isabella Robbins. She is engaged to Jackson Williams in the US Army." William got up, and announced I needed one other thing. A trademark. He said I needed something special, like signature bracelets. 

"I'm taking you to a Jewerly shop when we land." I nodded, ok with someone buying me beautiful jewelry. 

I looked out the window, and noticed we were going down. Landing. Jon looked out as well, and announced the obvious, we were here. 

Exiting the jet, there were people eying me, probably thinking I was Andrea, but oh I couldn't be. I was Saphire.

William held my hand, acting as if we were a couple. I nodded, pretending as well. We walked through the airport, grabbing our own bags. He opened the limo door for me, and closed it after I climbed in. Jon sat across from me, smiling. "Welcome back." I nodded, and looking around in the limo. "This is only for the ride to the hotel and jewelers. A range rover is for the searching." I nodded, feeling special.

We stopped at a expensive fancy hotel, only actors staying here. We were welcomed, and taken to our rooms. Jon and William shared a room as I was alone. They said we had 10 minutes, so I grabbed my phone, taking a picture of the beautiful view I had. 

To Adrianna: lovely view in the hotel! See you soon! love you & miss you! Good flight. Bye, xoxox

And I turned the phone off with that. My door suddenly opened, despite it being locked. Jon and William stepped in. "How'd you do that?" William held up a credit card. I giggled lightly. Of course. 

"C'mon. Time for jewelers." The drive in the limo was fun. I had the window down, waving at people as if I was famous. It was a fun ride until we stopped at a red light. With my head hanging out the window, I noticed we'd pulled next to a FYE. There was a Niall stand up. I frowned, and slowly sat down, Jon rolling the window up, noticing my quick sadness. We pulled up to a Kay jewelers, and I found the bracelets. There was a plain bracelet, but I decided to have in engraved. They said they could engrave it right then and there, it'd only be half an hour. 

"What do you want engraved?" I looked up, thinking. 

I wanted something about Niall. Something meaning him. "If I'm louder would you see me?" I looked at Jon and William, and they nodded, approving it. He sent the request, and returned to us. 

"One Direction fan, eh?" My eyes widened, and my lip quivered. "My sister loves them, espeically that lad." William got close to the glass counter, and handed him a bill, whispering in his ear. He nodded, and backed away, going somewhere else. To pass the time, Jon and William took me to a Hot Topic store. 

"Have you ever wanted a nose piercing, gauges, lip ring, tongue piercing?" 

"Nose piercing. And fake gauges. Why?" He pulled me to the jewelry counter, and let me pick out around 10 nose studs, and 10 fake pairs of gauges. Before buying them, he took me to the bracelets, picking up around 5 different kinds, and 10 band bracelets. 

He paid, and took me to a Piercing Pagoda. "Thanks William." He nodded, and had me put a fake gauge pair in. They looked real. 

"Can you do nose piercings?" William asked a lady, as Jon flipping through the earrings. 

"Uh, yes." She lifted the counter and let me through, sitting me in a chair, asking if the dot of sharpie she made on my nose was good. I nodded, and she got the piercing gun. Jon reached over the counter, and squeezed my hand, but made me look. She was done. I liked how the stud looked. 

"Perfect!" Jon called.

"Beautiful," William taunted. We walked back to the jewerlers, seeing as they were finished. This time someone else handed me the bracelet. 

"How is it?" she asked with a reassuring smile. The bracelet was securely in a white box with the Kay jewelers logo on it. Slowly, I lifted the box's top, smiling as I saw the beautiful bracelet. 'If I'm louder would you see me' carved in a graceful font. I slid it up onto my wrist, smiling and marvelling at its beauty.

"Wonderful." I cocked my head to the side. "It truly is beautiful." I reached up on my wrist where the bracelet was and retreived a hairband, tying my blonde hair to the side. William paid the hefty price for the bracelet and made it clear we were leaving. We exited the jewelers and exited the mall to find a range rover in the parking lot waiting for the three of us. We all piled in, myself in the back. It was hot in America at the time, so William put the air conditioner on. I rolled down the windows, in hopes of remembering a light post as we passed or something.

I laid my head on the right seat, since I was on the right side of the van. My feet on the floor. I stared at the ceiling throug the sky until finally I connected something with the sign above the car. They were parked, and I knew the only reason we stopped was because it all started here.