Back- A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter 1

A shrill voice over the intercom wakes me out of my light slumber . "We will be landing shortly so please adjust your seat belts and make sure that all food trays are back in their original positions." 

I lean my seat back up and roll out my stiff neck. Stupid third class seats. Per the flight attendants request, I tighten the lap belt that has been bothering me the entire 5 hour flight and neatly fold the blanket I brought and place it in my purse.

As I lift up the piece of hard plastic used for blocking out the light I look out of the window see the buildings and landscapes getting closer. I'm no longer high above it all in the clouds. Time to get back to reality. 

As my destination gets closer and closer I begin to dread my arrival. I haven't been back to my hometown since I was 11 when my dad abruptly packed us up shortly after him and my mom split. 

Just the memory of 7 years ago brigs up so many images of my childhood friends and everyone we left behind when we moved. One image in particular stands out. I shudder at the thought of seeing him and everyone else again. What will they say? Hey, haven't seen you in seven years. Why'd you never call or anything? 

I try I block out all of these thoughts of what awaits me and try to focus on the silver lining. For one, I've missed living right next to the sandy white beach and early morning swims with Ni-, no I can't think about him. He's probably forgotten about who I am entirely. 

You had been best friends with him since first grade! My subconscious rudely reminds me. 

My mind wanders to the first time I met him. That first day when I saw him on the playground. A lot of the kids made fun of him because if his accent but I liked it. It was different, it made him stand out. Even though he was two years older than me it didn’t matter; we were inseparable from then on out.

I doubt he just forgot about you! I tell myself. Why not? After all, I forgot about him . No, that's not true. I didn't have a choice. It's not like I wanted to leave my whole life behind! 

The flight attendants voice once again shakes me out of my thoughts. "We will be landing in just a few minutes. Please make sure that all Items are safely stored underneath your seats until we land." 

I bend over in my seat to push my large purse underneath the seat. This is it, I say to myself. 

"Morganne?" A voice says from behind me. I turn around it face my dad in the row behind me. "Yeah?" I reply. "Is all of your stuff put away?" He inquires. I roll my eyes at him. " yes dad, you don't need to worry," "I know" he smiles. 

I turn back around in my seat. Almost immediately my ears begin to pop and I break out a piece of gum to battle the pressure. 

A few minutes later we have landed and every one begins to stand up and reach their luggage from the over head compartments. For a second I almost bolt up to get mine too so I can beat the long line of people anxious to get off the plane but I decide against it. I'm in no hurry. 

I wait a little bit for the majority of the passengers to be gone before standing up and slinging my big bag over my shoulder. I step out into the aisle and reach up to get my small carry-on.