The Rickshaw Run

Day 1

I'm Grace.

"BARK!"

That's Toby.

"WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UPPPPP!"

That's Finn. And Jack. 

Jumping on my bed.

"I'M AWAKE YOU BLOODY IDIOTS!"

"LET'S GOOOOO!"

I was somehow separated from my bed, my cheek slamming against the cold floor. I stood and rubbed my head. The boys were still bouncing on my bed, screaming their heads off. I walked over to my bookshelf and grabbed my air horn, pressing down on the lever. The boys fell off the bed, covering their ears.  

"Go load the car" I ordered. They sighed, grabbing my bags and slowly making their way to my door. I blew the air horn again, shorter this time, and they jumped, scrambling towards the door. I smirked and shut the door behind them.

Now,

I'm Grace Murphy. I'm a 20 year old Irish youtuber. I moved to England when I was 18. Jack and Finn were actually the first people I met when I moved here. I met Jack in a little coffee shop down the street. He introduced me to Finn, and the youtube world. So, naturally, the three of us moved in together. I came from quite a bit of money, so we were able to afford to move into a cute little penthouse in the top of the Plimsoll building at King's Cross.

It's pretty nice. We have a 3 bedroom apartment, a puppy named Toby, and a little chinchilla named CeeCee. 

I changed into a cream colored button up blouse, jean shorts, and toms, and slipped a fedora over my short, wavy brunette hair.

I don't really bother with makeup, but put on a little mascara and chapstick. I grabbed my little over the shoulder bag and my backpack that was filled with my laptop, cameras, and various chargers, as well as some chapstick, hand sanitizer, and other little things.

I slipped on my lokai bracelet and another little one that my grandmum gave me and picked up Toby.

"We have to drop Toby at Zoe's" I reminded Jack and Finn as I walked into the kitchen. They nodded and looked around to make sure we had everything.

"First aid kit?" I asked.

"Check" The boys said in unison.

"Water cases?"

"Check"

"Dried fruit?"

"Check"

"Underwear?"

"YES MOTHER" Jack screamed. I rolled my eyes.

"Remember Australia?" I teased. Jack blushed and nodded. "That's why I ask about underpants" I said.

We loaded up the car and made our way to the airport, dropping Toby and CeeCee at Zoella's. We pulled into the airport and made our way to the waiting area. The boys filmed an explanation of the Rickshaw Run while I checked the tickets.  Will, Ben, Harry, Max and Louis joined us a few moments later.

"Guys..." I said, staring at the ticket. "What?" Finn asked.

"We're supposed to board-"

"FLIGHT 453 TO MUMBAI NOW BOARDING"

"NOW!" I yelled and the boys' eyes went wide.

"Move!" I yelled ahead of me as myself and the seven boys behind me ran through the airport. Families and businessmen scrambled out of our way as we sprinted for the terminal. We arrived as the doors were closing and ran through. We shoved our tickets in the direction of the fear struck flight attendant and were seated.

I plopped down between Jack and Harry, out of breath, as the airplane took off. I put my headphones on and laid my head on Harry's shoulder. I laced my arm through his and closed my eyes as Refresh in G Minor by Cody Simpson came on.

The plane ride was rather boring, I slept for a couple hours, read some of Paper Towns by John Green, and talked with Jack and Harry.

We FINALLY landed in Mumbai and had a 2 hour wait til our flight to Guaharti, so, naturally, we did everything in our power to cause as much trouble as possible.

"INCOMING!" I shouted as a paper airplane landed in a group of people waiting for their luggage. I went over and picked up the airplane. Ben slowly went by me, as he was sat on the luggage belt. I laughed and high fived him as he went by. 

"On your mark, get set, GO!" Harry yelled as Jack, Louis and I took off on our penny boards. We raced through the near empty waiting area, filming every minute of it.

I won the penny board race.

The huge bruise on my knee was totally worth it.

I threw the paper airplane again. And it landed. Right in the hands of a security guard.

"What's going on here?" The rather round, mustached man asked. 

"wELL... Phillip" I started, looking down at the name tag that read 'PHIL', "I'm practicing my flying skills" I replied smoothly. Jack and Ben were cracking up behind the security guard. Not helping guys.

"Excuse me?"

"This is the airport right? I'm piloting the next flight. I can't quite get my trajectory right though..." I scratched my head and rubbed my chin as I took back the paper airplane and examined it.

Jack and Ben were losing their minds. Harry was filming the whole scene. The security guard turned around and within a tenth of a second the two were "playing it cool", looking down at their ticket and then around the airport as if searching for the terminal.

I threw the paper airplane again and it did a perfect loop, hitting the security guard right in the middle of his forehead. "There it is! Just had to adjust the wing!" I exclaimed.

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"Are you fucking kidding me." Max said, him and Will shaking their heads at the six of us in the airport holding cell.

"Phil didn't like my paper airplane."