Just a Runaway // Niall Horan // Book 1

Reunions - Chapter 56

I'm back! (: yayy! haha 

Now everything should be back to the normal schedule until school kicks back in again but that's in a month and a half yet :P

Vacation was SO much fun omg (: I loved all of it!

I hope you guys are having a great summer!

Sorry if my writing feels boring or that stuff cuz I haven't written in 3 weeks or so, so ah..hah sorrrryyy :P This is probably going to be a filling chapter..not sure.. hmm.

I'm looking now and I've written 56 chapters holy crap that's alot 0.o

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*Colena's P.O.V*

There was no way that I was going to prepare myself for an almost 8 hour plane ride to the Detroit airport, but oh well I guess.

The plane was bigger than the average plane due to the long travel, but thank goodness I had gotten a window seat. I had my backpack with me, and there wasn't any way I was going to put it in the compartment above me. 

Inside I had all my entertainment; Ipod, Laptop, Books, Pencil and Paper, and all the chargers. Plus, I had all the snacks that Niall threw in for me without me knowing until we had gotten to the airport. I'm not huge on eating on a plane, but I didn't tell him. 

I was seated and buckled in ready to leave at any moment, just watching all the people come down the aisle. "People watching" is what Niall calls it, which is pretty much what it is.

It's not like I just judge them or anything by their looks, I just watch them, and all these questions will come flowing into my mind, such as 'What's their story?', 'Why are they going to Detroit?','Do they know Carmen and Roger?', or 'Would the recognize me?'

I've been sort of getting used to all the attention I've been getting, but it doesn't mean I want to, or that I'm starting to like it. I'm far from liking it. I hate it with a burning passion. In school, I was always the suffering quiet one, not really wanting to talk to anyone, and not wanting to be the center of attention, but that really flip-sided when the boys came along. The only reason I met Peter, was because he threw a puppet at me in Kindergarten, and then when I threw it back we both got in trouble. After that we just kind of became friends which doesn't make much sense to me but I guess whatever happens, happens.

I looked over to the two empty seats next to me, and mentally hoped that nobody was going to sit there. I wanted to be alone, and that's the way I liked it, especially if I am going to be in the same position for 8 hours, always hearing the constant drone sound of the plane, no matter how loud  my music is. 

Back at the gate entrance, I had looked around at all the people and there were only a few people from the selection who I thought I wouldn't be bothered to sit next to. Pretty much just because they looked my age and they had their music playing in their ears. No way would I mind sitting next to someone who wouldn't move and listen to their music, because that's what I'll be doing. 

I watched as more people gathered in and putting their bags above them, and sitting down. I saw one of the girls from the gate looking down at her pass as she kept looking at the seating numbers above the seats.