A/N: This is my first (Alone) fan fiction. Please read and review. It is a one shot. And this might be added in the other story (Crazy Summer Love). ~ Elizabeth
Chapter: 1 Part (I)
Ruri’s P.O.V:
It is raining hard, all the planes were delayed by three hours. The airport is filled with anxious and restless people who want to leave the place as fast as possible. The televisions are on and the news reporter talks about the awful weather,
“The weather is going from bad to worse and the rain seems to never end. All the flights, trains and other means of transport are either cancelled, postponed or is still on wait. The rain might soon stop, but we don’t know for sure. Arica Sonanclair reporting live...”
I turn on the volume of my Iphone and turn a deaf ear to the reporter.
I am pretty sure you’re wondering why I am still here and why I am not cancelling my flight like most other people.
*Beep*
Well here’s your answer.
I take out my cell from my white jean short pocket.
Hey are you sure you can come? I saw the news. : / - Zayn
I sigh. As I quickly type a reply.
I don’t know the weather isn’t getting any better here. How’s Harry? Is he still sick and where are you? - Ruri.
I get up to the coffee counter and ask for a coffee. The worker is quite cute and I would’ve made a move if it wasn’t for the situation. I put the hood of my black jacket down and run my hand through my short brown locks and wait for my coffee.
*Beep*
Yeah. He’s still in bed, he’s gotten worse. The lads are with him but he isn’t letting anyone inside his room. And I am at the airport, please try to come fast he needs you. We need you. – Zayn
“Here’s your coffee ma’am. That will be …” I look up to see the worker is staring at me and start to feel uncomfortable.
“How much is it?” I ask
“It’s in the house. How about you give me your phone number and we are even.” He says smiling charmingly.
“Thank you but I have a boyfriend” I lie to him, faking a smile and take my coffee.
“Hey I have seen you somewhere”
“I am pretty sure we have never met” I say trying to ignore this conversation.
“No, no! Wait a minute. You’re you’re… Ruri Hayles. Harry Styles’ best friend. I’m a big fan, can I have a picture with you?” He says.
“Okay.” I reply and take a photo with him to shut him up.
“Please don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to be discovered.” I say walking away.
“Okay! It was nice meeting you.” He says.
Suddenly I see that the rain has stopped and now the sun is shining brightly.
Finally!
Few Hours later:
I reach the London airport and look around the surprisingly empty airport and look around for Zayn.
“Ruri!” I hear Zayn say as he picks me up and spins me around in circles. And then all hell breaks loose. There are flashes of light everywhere and people start shooting questions from every direction.
