Hurray For Holidays (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter Two

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(Ellie's P.O.V)

"Finally!" I huffed impatiently as my family's flight eventually got called after a excruciatingly long 20 minutes of complete boredom waiting.

I swear, if you could die from boredom, I'd be dead right now. Hmm, dead twice in the length of an hour. Gotta be some kind of record, right?

I had been briefly texting Niall, but just so he had my number, and it was just pointless, idle chit-chat, but I figured he wouldn't want to talk to me so I stopped texting him.

Back to the story.

I groggily stood up and stretched my slim arms above my head, spotting my reflection in the gigantic glass windows. 

I was overall quite happy with my average appearance. I had lightly tanned skin as the British weather hadn't been too terrible recently, though still poor compared to most countries.

I had cascading chestnut brown hair that usually fell down to just below my chest line in perfect natural loose curls.

My overall facial features still had quite a childish quality to them, as my face still contained some baby fat, but had thinned out considerably in the past few months. I now sported slight cheekbones - not too sharp - and had a lone dimple on my right cheek when I smiled.

My eye brows were perfectly shapes, not too small or too large and were natural, I didn't have to draw them on, and I had long eyelashes that brushed the top of my eyes when I blinked, and both were the exact same shade as my hair.

But my best feature was my eyes. I had beautiful, bright blue eyes, that shined when I was excited or overly happy.

They always stood out from my other features, framed by long, dark eyelashes and eye brows, with a side fringe from my middle parting and just resting above my left eye.

I didn't wear make up that often, sometimes only a little mascara to thicken my lashes, or eye liner to really make my eyes pop, or even sometimes a little foundation; but it always looked natural. I mean, seriously, who aspires to look like a Barbie? 

After admiring myself in the mirror, I reached down to grab my bag, but it wasn't there!

I groped (not like that you dirty minded children, shame on you and your pervertedness, yes its a word) around on the floor for my bag but it wasn't anywhere. I must have dropped it somewhere! I could be anywhere by now!

"No way in hell! This cannot be happening!" I squealed, panicking.

Quickly I tried to find it, looking and looking the entire area of the waiting room, but it was nowhere to be found. This isn’t happening!

There's my make up in there, but that was the very least of my worries.

 All the money I have saved up, missing out on some limited edition 1D merch I'll have you know, and the money my parents had also given me and some extra spending money, sternly warning me not to lose it, and that is exactly what I’ve gone and done.

My phone started ringing the annoying ring tones iPhone's come with (remind me to change it later), as it was in my pocket not my bag, thankfully,  without looking at the caller ID I answered it angrily, as I was in no mood for chatting as I was pondering over my imminent death (which I parents would commit when they found out), and hissed;

"What?!"

"Ouch, sorry." I heard a soft voice talk down the phone, and I heard the obvious hurt in his voice.