The Gang. (1D) |•Niall Horan love story•|

Chapter 1: Your

Carabells P.O.V: I grabbed my new red lipstick. I was always the nerd at my old school, but that's going to change. I started gymnastics and I've got my backhand spring, close to my tuck, and I got a totally new wardrobe. I also spent hours reading about fashion.

"Hurry up, Cara, your gonna miss your flight!" my stepdad yelled at me from downstairs.

You see, my mom passed away, and I'm going to live with my real dad and my brother, Louis. Louis has mad respect over there at Doncaster and I have no clue why. I don't have any respect here at London.

Oh, i forgot to mention that I've also had several hair and makeup courses, plus my step-dad is rich. So are dad and Louis, so I guess I'll have yet another nice house.

My stepdad, Anthony, (yeah yeah rich guy name well it suits him. He's handsome) came into my room and kissed my head. "I tried to let them let me keep you but they insisted you went over to Doncaster. I don't want you to go princess."

I've been closer to Anthony then I ever was to my real dad. "I'm 16, don't I have a say?"

He sighed and shook his head, no. "I'm sorry baby girl, it may be best, but I still don't want you to go."

"Me neither sister, but I have to." I grumbled.

He laughed, "Can we keep contact?" I asked as I stuffed my Ralph Lauren blouse into my cream suitcase.

He sighed. "Yes. yes. yes."

I laughed. God, I didn't want to leave. "Do you have everything?" Anthony asked fighting tears. I sighed and nodded.

He grabbed 3 of my suitcases and I grabbed the last 2, and grabbed my purse.

I have a suitcase for shirts, bottoms, jewelry/perfume/accessories, shoes/socks, and skirts/dresses. All 5 huge but the one for accessories/perfume was smaller than the others. We walked to the limo and put my stuff in.

The last time anyone saw me in Doncaster I was a fat, lazy, pale nerd. Now I'm thin, tan, and secretly athletic. Lets not forget bullied. I never wanted anyone to know I was a rich girl, so I just wore real shitty clothes, and kept to myself. I'm so not doing that here.

I looked at the scars on my wrist, and sighed.

After about 30 minutes of silence we arrived at the airport. I always hated flying but now I had to face it.

I stepped out of the limo and adjusted my leather high-waisted pencil skirt. I also wore pink heels with those little gold spikes things on it, and my shirt was a cream lace crop top that was sleeveless that also happened to be just about 1/2 inch long enough to tuck into my skirt.

I curled my long brown hair and sprayed myself lightly in Bon Genre Perfume. (A/N: outfit link in comments) Dad grabbed my suitcase and his carry-on. Did I mention we had a private jet? Or the fact he was riding there with me? Or the fact I'm bringing my pet kitten(girl) Sage, and my pet husky puppy (Boy) Damien. They get along very well, and both can be very playful, and calm. Perfect for me.

We walked over to where they kept the stuff and I stopped in my tracks. "Anthony where are Sage and Damien?" "Isaac is getting them." I sighed in relief. Isaac is our driver.

We put my luggage and his carry on into the claimer thingy and then boarded our plane. We got to hold the pets, because ewe own the jet.

I sat in the metallic colored couch. I didn't sleep at all last night so that's basically what I'm going to do.

The very front is the lounge area, then through the door is lounge #2 (where we were) , another door to the kitchen, then the last door is the bathroom. It is quite huge.

I let Damien and Sage out and Slipped off my pumps. I need to sleep.

I collapsed onto the bed, breathing in the Ralph Lauren sent of the plane. I heard the door open and a laugh.

"Sleepy?"

"Shut up Anthony." I joked. He laughed again before covering me up.

I grabbed my iPhone 5C and played Rude Boy by Rihanna. I closed my eyes when Damien and Sage cuddled up into my stomach. Soon after Rihanna somehow lulled me to sleep.

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"Wake up." I groaned

"No." "

You left your Gucci in London." I jumped up.

"We will turn this damn plane around and go back for my purse." Anthony laughed and tossed me the familiar white leather bag. I glared and him and went into the bathroom to inspect my face and hair. I looked ok so I went over to my bed and slipped on my pumps.

"They're waiting for you out there." Anthony said with tears streaming down his face. I hated this more than getting a B on a grade card.

Snap out of it Carabell! That's the old, clueless, bookworm you! Not the new, improved, you! I've never got a B ever. The lowest I've ever gotten on anything is a 93 (the lowest A). I shook the thought out of my head and turned to put my pets in their large cage.

Everything felt numb as I hugged Anthony and made my way off the plane over to luggage claim. I decided I would get something to drink first, so I set down my cage, and my grabbed my purse and looked for "Coldwell." After a few moments of looking I didn't see it, but I seen something I didn't want to.

Everything was once again numb as I watched the jet pull out. This is the LAST possible situation I want to be in. I numbly made my way over to a Starbucks and ordered a skinny Vanilla Latte With Raspberry cream (a/n: seriously try that. It's amazing asf).

I logged onto Facebook. [Anthony Coldwell updated his status: " letting the ones you love the most go, hurts the worst. Don't forget me Cara."

(A/n: after this this whole part got lost except for "your sister" so I added it back while I was editing it.)

I sighed and sipped the sweet drink.

"Hey there!" a familiar face said. I just couldn't place who it was.

"Hey," I smiled.

"You do know pets aren't allowed in here right?"

"That's a bullshit lie."

Who was this asshole?

"It might not be for the airport but it's my rules and I don't think you know who the hell I am since you're arguing back."

Louis. It's Louis.

"Oh, really? I think it's you who doesn't know who I am," I smirked and stood up. Holy hell height difference.

He glared down at me, "Try me."

I smirked, "Your sister."