A/N - Hey all you 1D fans, well this is in response for all your requests. I didn't realise so many of you would like my other one that much and writing a 1D fanfic was only suppose to be a one time thing, but here you got me doing it again. I hope you enjoy. ~ Zana
Chapter One
It was beyond me how I was able to convince my parents to go on holiday to England, London to be specific. It was surprisingly very easy to persuade them, where I barely spoke two sentences even though we usually visit Grandma in Australia during our summer holiday. It wasn’t a completely random idea since my cousin, whom I am very close to although we haven’t seen each other face-to-face before, lives there with her Mum (my Mum’s sister) and Dad. I was extremely excited to go to England, not only to see my cousin but because I’d get to see the hottest band ever created: One Direction.
My cousin got me into the group a few weeks ago where she went for an audition to be in their music video and guess what? She’s currently working with them and will be for the next couple of months. Over the past weeks she’s built a friendship with them and promised me that I can meet them when I told her I was going to spend six whole weeks with her. I spent days leading up to this date, googling them and watching every video possible on YouTube.
“Madam, we’re going to land soon, please take your seat. There are toilets in Heathrow airport,” an air hostess ordered me as I waited for the toilet to be free. I moaned with a sigh but moved towards my seat anyway. “Thank you.”
The frustration that built up due to waiting five minutes already to use the toilet soon died away as I reached the seats, realising that only few minutes from now I’ll officially be on English grounds. Just as I was about to pass the seats my parents occupied, I noticed that they were asleep. I laughed and shook them awake.
“We’re about to land,” I simply said before I slipped pass them and slid into my seat which was in front of theirs. As I buckled my seat belt, a pair of blue eyes shined back at me and tiny lips curled into a smile. It was my seven year old brother, an explorer in the making.
“Iggy, what’s happening now?” his soft voice filled the air as he heard the clicks of belts all around him. I reached over and buckled in his belt for him.
“We’re almost about to land,” I squealed, no longer able to keep my excitement content and I ruffled his natural brown curls. “It’s going to be fun.”
“Yay!” He jumped and down on his seat and flung his arm around my neck, indicating a hug. His rounded face sunk into my neck and his long brown eye lashes tickled me as he blinked.
“You’re so adorable, Fussy,” I laughed and hugged him back. Although his name’s Fausto, Fussy was a nickname my older sister, Emma, gave him when he was a lot younger and less tolerating. “Love you!”
“Love you too, Iggy.”
Suddenly my stomach lurched with the movement of the plane and I realised the plane was descending downwards. Emma, who sat on Fausto’s other side, whimpered showing that she was having the same feeling in her stomach as me. She hated travelling through air even though we’ve been doing it from a very young age. I reached over Fussy and placed a hand on Emma to show understanding.
“It’s okay, we’re landing soon,” I reassured her with a smile.
She glared at me with her deep blue eyes and yanked her hand away from my grasp. “Don’t touch me Ignacia!” Her long, silky blonde hair fell over her face, covering any expression.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Guess what Fussy?” I said as we felt a bump. He gave me a smile to continue. “We just landed!” Fausto’s and I screamed in excitement, although I was doing most of the screaming and I think I just made up the fact that he was screaming too.
Soon we were walking out of the plane, walking along a long bland corridor. I held onto Fausto’s tiny hand and we skipped along to the door that lead us into the airport, while Emma put her headphones over her ears and listened to the music on her phone. Mum and Dad straggled behind her. Fausto and I weaved in and out of people until we got to the area where luggage is collected. After collecting all of our belongings we made our way through a slide door to where receivers were waiting. Fausto and I searched the crowd of receivers until we spotted Mum’s identical twin sister. Next to her stood Freya, her dark brown (almost red) hair cascading around her face down to her shoulders. Her smile was so wide and I found myself letting go of Fausto and running towards her.
I jumped toward her into a hug, “I finally get to meet you.” My cousin wrapped her arms around me and returned the hug with a tight squeeze. “When do I get to meet the boys?”
“If things go to plan you can meet them today,” Freya laughed into my ear.
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