Diana

Chapter Fourteen: "Flying to Paris"

"Wake up!" I hear Shayne's voice filling the room. "I have a big surprise for you."

"It's too early!" I groaned and covered my face by the pillow, she suddenly tosses the pillow to the floor and continue telling me to get up. "No, no, no!" 

"You're going to be late!" She whines. "It's your birthday, come on!"

"Fine." I sat down to my bed and roll my eyes. "What is your big surprise again?"

"We're flying to Paris!" She exclaims and a huge grin was glued around her lips. 

"You're kidding, right?" I raised my eyebrow and chuckled. 

"No i'm not, i got the tickets!" She said and i get up and entered the shower. I undress myself and opened the showerhead, the warm water snakes my cold body as i suddenly shivered. I stand still, my mind all focused on Harry and the situation we're facing right now. I felt bad when I rejected the phone he bought me with full effort, I hope i didn't give it back. The phone really means a lot to me, i never had a phone and finally i have one but then i just gave it back.

My thoughts interrupted me as I hear footsteps creaking out the bathroom, I turned the shower off, drying myself and wrapping the towel around my body. I dismiss myself on the bathroom and walk to the bedroom. Shayne gives me the outfit that i will be wearing flying to Paris. I'm very excited of course but there's a tad of nervousness in me maybe because Harry's fans or should I say my fellow haters are going to mob me like crazy and yell negative comments about the kiss, the rumor and everything that made the fans super upset. 

We were at the airport and we were finally going to the plane, I didn't give any 'excited' emotions in front of Shayne yet and she's always asking me every ten seconds if flying to Paris is okay for me but I just said a yes. Of course i'm excited, when will a girl who will never be excited going to Paris for the first time? Like, come on.

Just to let you know, i never ride a plane before. My mum and dad never allowed me to go vacation. Simply because they hate me? They always hate me, they abused me like an animal. They never feel guilty to their daughter who's suffering depression, they just care about themselves. And that's what i hate about them. They only care about their relationship, not even thinking about their daughter out there.. Who wants to get attention to their mummy and daddy but nothing even happens or budges. I never face a happy situation, except for now. I sometimes experience happiness but only for an hour or so, i guess? 

"I'm so excited to see Paris." She whispers. "Are you?"

"Of course, I really am." I said, voice calm. 

"But you aren't even excited." She sighs but a half smile was placed around her face. "Are you even happy when i told you that we're flying to Paris for your birthday?"

"I am." I smiled. "I'm not a noisy person.. But thank you so much, Shayne. It really means a lot to me, really." 

"I mean it."

"You're welcome." She smiles and leans to her seat and grab her cell phone, sliding her thumb to the screen as she started texting, or tweeting? Or maybe instagraming? I don't know. I totally miss of my phone for kind of reasons, I miss my phone because I remembered the memory that Harry taught me how to download applications while both of his arms are wrapped around mine and how he giggles that fills the room. And i think the sweetest part is how i miss my phone is how i receive kisses at my temple if i'm getting his tutorials correct. It's not like i like him or something. 

After three and a half hours on the plane we finally land at the airport, my heart suddenly beats faster and my smile goes wide and wide. Am i dreaming? Because i know that going to Paris will be impossible to me. Of course i'm not dreaming! Every girl dreams to go to Paris and find her first love. Okay, i've gone too far. Well, not love. Maybe just to have fun with her best friend. Both of us stand up and grab our suitcases and the small hallway is getting full, people were looking at me, raising their brows. What if they are my haters? I hope not.