Fixing A Broken Heart (a 1D fanfic)

Chapter 3: In London

<Nikki POV>

The plane ride was longer than i expected. I dont know, Its maybe because hours seem longer if you're bored.

Damn its boring!

I just settled for movies during the plane ride, I have watched 3 movies, and we still haven't arrived at London. I want to wake Melissa up but she's been asleep since we took off and she's really cranky if you wake her up with no apparent reason.

"Excuse me, miss. Is there wifi on the plane?" I asked the blonde flight stewardess handing drinks to passengers in need of it.

"Of course ma'am. We do have wifi in our airlines, as most businessmen need that all the time." The stewardess replies, and my face lits up.

"Thanks." I smiled.

I took out my laptop and head straight to wattpad. I have a cousin whose a Filipino and she writes stories, so she taught me filipino and messaged me once to check her filipino story, Claire's really excited to find out what I think about her fanfic.

I open my wattpad account, go to my cousin's and quickly found her new story.

"H-hey, What'cha doin?" Mel bothers, and i almost jump. Oh so she's awake now.

"Reading non-english stories." I don't bother looking up, pushing the nerd glasses i got before we left New York. I got one way back then, but I left it on One Direction's hotel. So i got new ones. I couldn't really read very well without them.

" Oh I see, I spy." She peers over. "Claire wrote it?"

I nod. "Can't you believe my cousin will become an author now?"

"Actually I do believe that happened." Melissa smiled sarcastically.

"Whatever." I shrugged.

She grabbed her ipod and headphones,puts them on, and soon she was fast asleep.

Why does everyone keep on sleeping on me?

Half a movie later, I was soon fast asleep, too.

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"This is your captain speaking, we will be arriving in London in less than ten minutes. "

I finally wake up with the sound of the captain.

This will be great. I'm closer to London now.

Not even Brian can stop my happiness.

I shake the sleeping figure of Melissa as I quietly squeal.

"Mel, MEL!!  We're almost here!" I cheer as i try to shake her and wake her up.

"Gaaah, bugger off!" Melissa tossed to the other side, facing the window. "Bipolar much."

"Hey, I am not Bipolar!"

"You are lately, Earlier you we're so sad, then now you're very happy." She nagged.

"Am not."

"Gaaaahh, shut it and let me sleep." She surrenders, covering her face with the blanket from the airline company.

 Ok.

I guess I just have issues. Well, am I really bipolar? I don't even know! 

Things Brian has done to me , eh.

That bastard.

A few more minutes and the plane finally landed in London. My anger quickly turned into a smile as I tug the long sleeves of my sweater longer to my wrists, covering the scars that had been marked there for the past two years of torture.

I'm ready for this.

I'm ready to face Molly again. The same Molly that left us when she should have been sticking with us, that should have helping us cope to Dad's death. 

I would call her a shitty coward for not showing up on Dad's funeral, but whether I like it or not, she's still my sister and I can't fight back. I'm a weaker person than her in comparison.

After 30 minutes I was already waiting for my luggage, Melissa had to run to the bathroom since she never liked using the one at the plane, so i'm waiting for her luggage as well...

That's when I caught a glimpse of something.

With the flashing lights of the cameras surrounding them, I can't point out who or what it is. Is it someone real popular?

As if answering my thoughts the crowd slightly parted, revealing him.

Its that bloke. The familiar brown curls, the emerald orbs, the dimples on his face, the slightly visible acne marks on his exposed forehead. Sure he is poplar. I met him at his own concert.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I saw Harry Styles.

The moment our eyes met, I thought. If destiny is indeed real, It might be haunting me. The burried past of meeting him in his concert is once dug up.

I had a bad feeling that my life in here will mainly involve him.

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< Harry POV>

The long flight from Australia surely is exhausting. 

I've already been dying to get back to my flat and rest. I hope no fans will mob us on this day.

We're all just plain tired.

But it seems that things won't go the way I want them to be.

"Harry!! Harry!! " paps began screaming when i stepped outside the plane.

Why are they even allowed inside the airport?

I squinted as i try to walk past them and grab my luggage.

As I walk through the crowd of newly arrived people more flashes light up,  almost blinding me. 

" Harry! Harry! Are you still single? "

" Are you planning on getting back together with Taylor Swift? "

Excuse me? Why are they even asking stuff about Taylor? I have no plans on hooking up with that bitch again.

" Harry! Is it true that you're still looking for the fan that have been seen leave with you at your concert in New York 3 years ago? "

I widened my eyes.  It's true,  i have been secretly looking for Nikki ever since then. Every time we come back to New York for concerts and such things, I always hope that she beneath those crowd of people, watching me and my band mates.

The crowd slightly parted,  revealing a young girl,  about a year younger than me,  with red hair and thick black glasses,  sporting a cream colored sweater and skinny jeans with red TOMS. She looks at me wide eyed like she's horrified to see me as our gaze meet. She has this warm chocolate brown eyes which is oddly familiar.

Wait? 

Do I know her from somewhere?

Nah,  she can't be Nikki. 

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And this is chapter 3 of FaBH.!!  Yay!

Sorry again for late updates,  and btw,  its Friday!!  *insert happy dance here* so i'll try to type during the weekends for you my gorgeous readers!  :-) vote pls.

- Claire Xx
P. S.  I can't put a picture yet of one of my characters cos' I'm on my phone...

P.P.S. now that i've edited it on my laptop, i give you... Molly's pic!!! :D, also sorry for the suckish pap questions in there, my mind was preoccupied at that moment.