"YES!" I shouted.
We'd arrived home and dumped out stuff when El sat me down and asked me a question. "Lizzy, will you come to London and meet my boyfriend? I promise it'll be fun and it's only for two weeks?" I don't even know why she asked, the answer was obviously gonna be yes. I loved London, we used to go every year for a holiday.
The next day our parents dropped us off at the airport at ten o'clock. "Be safe girls." My mother said hugging us both, "I'll see you in two weeks."
"Bye guys!" We laughed and stepped into the departure lounge.
"What to do, what to do?..." I though aloud.
"Let's go get some magazines for the flight." El replied dragging me into a shop. She gathered up and whole bunch of magazines and dumped them into my hands. "Let's get sweeties too!" She grinned rushing over to a big aisle labelled 'sweets and confectioneries'.
"Pick me up some m&m's?" I asked and she snatched them from the shelf. El chose a packet of skittles, as well as Smarties and Fruit Pastels to share. She quickly paid when we seen out flight start to board.
Rushing over we threw our tickets at the women at the desk and she checked them before nodding, signaling us to go on the plane. We boarded quickly and were sat down in row G seats 21 and 22, five minutes later.
Once the flight attendants done there business, showing you how to survive if the planes crashes and all that jazz eventually we took off.
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I think I have air motion sickness. The turbulence on that flight was horrific. "El? I think I'm going to pass out?" I said dramatically to her as we made our way to get our bags from the conveyor belt.
"Oh! Shush!" She hissed, even though I could see a smirk on her lips, "can you see our case?" She asked me. I just grinned at her. "Why are you grinning at me?" She asked confusingly. I just stood there, waiting for it. "Don't you dare."
"Too late!" I laughed running away from her and jumping up into the conveyor belt. "EL LOOK IM SURFING!!" I shouted at her, pretending to surf and the conveyor belt moved me around.
"LIZZY GET DOWN!!" She yelled, chasing me round. I just laughed an waved to everyone and a few people waved back. "ELIZA-MAY GET DOWN NOW!" she shouted, her fas bright red with embarrassment and trying to hold in her laughs.
"Not gonna happen dude!" I laughed and started doing a dramatic run while everyone around me laughed.
"GET DOWN FROM THERE!!" A voice boomed. I looked across the arrival area and a security guard was racing towards me.
"Lizzy, get down." El hissed. I looked at her with a blank expression. The security guard started chasing me round the conveyor belt as I dodged suitcases. I was laughing so much at this rather large man with a belt that was going to burst was chasing me round the conveyor belt. And El chasing along behind.
I stumbled across some cases and fell to the ground laughing. I'm actually going to pee myself. I felt myself being hauled up by the security man. "Miss, that is against the rules." He barked.
"And that's exactly why I did it." I replied cheekily and El slapped my arm.
"Look sir, I'm terribly sorry about my sister."
The security man sighed, "I'll let you off with a warning this time, but do it again and your in for it." He let go off my arm and stalked off. I turned round to face my still red faced sister. I giggled.
"Your lucky I saved your butt there." She eventually said laughing and wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Our case was now lay beside us where I had fell so I just picked it up. "Where is your boyfriend picking us up?" I asked.
"He's right here!!" A voice screamed from behind us and El was pulled away from me. I turned to see my sisters snogging the face off a guy with tousled brown hair. Ew. PDA much? I coughed and they pulled apart. I immediately recognized the face.
"Louis?" I asked.
"Eliza?" He replied with a confused expression.
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Take Me Home
Fanfiction16 years old. Lizzie is taken. Fast forward a bit. 3 years later. Lizzie escapes. Lizzie goes home. But things were never going to go back to normal. Especially when sisters, bestfriends, boysand bad attitudes are involved. //// A/N I'm so sorry...