Happily Never After *One Direction Fan Fiction*

Chapter 1: Airplanes

  So, here's the thing. I'm terrified of airplanes. Straight up, terrified. I'm the kind of person who bases everything on facts, not beliefs. I'm also the kind of person who believes in common sense intsead of faith. Airplanes, well, they make about as much sense as Spongebob. (Which is saying alot considering the fact that Spongebob lights fires underwater.)

So, here's another thing. I'm boarding an airplane. Right this second. As we speak. At the moment. You know... NOW?

So, here's yet another thing. I was given a WINDOW seat. Yeah, yeah, most people would be totally happy about this but, not me. Oh no, not this gal. For about 8 hours, I am going to be constanly reminded of my imminent death and run through gory scenarios through my head of the plane crash that I'm just waiting to happen and can't do a single thing about. Yeah, I'm just filled to the brim with joy. 

Okay, I might be sounding a bit repetitive, but here is ANOTHER thing. My 3 best friends are accompanying me on the trip. But no... we aren't sitting next to each other. Oh no, God forbid that. Instead, I'm stuck with this huge, sweaty, businessy guy that smells like peanut butter. Okay, I kinda like the peanut butter part, but still... I'm not really good with human communication.

 "We're going to die, we're going to die, we're going to DIIIEEEE!!!!" I covered my eyes with my hands as the plane shook and dragged them down my face.

"It's just turbulence, for the last time!!!" The huge man sitting beside me shouted. I'll just ignore that little outburst, thank you very much.

My stomach churned as the plane shuddered once more, then seized. I let out a much awaited sigh of relief and wriggled around in my seat, trying to get comfortable.

I whipped out my ancient, tiny phone from about 2005 (You know, the ones that flip open, like the Jitterbug, and such) out of my pocket to play Tetris: the most addicting game ever. After fitting colorful blocks side by side for over 2 hours now, (Yes, it's that addictive) my phone beeped twice, letting me know that only 3% of my battery was left.

"CRAP!" I shouted. I gained a couple uncertain stares, but I've gotten too many to care anymore, so I simply ignore them now.(or at least I try to) My stomach let out a loud growl and I realized I had forgotten to eat breakfast since I was running a bit late to get to the terminal. At least I packed snacks... I hope.

I grabbed my bag from the floor and searched for the bag of Nutter Butters I was pretty sure I had packed. I found nothing except the pair of sunglasses I had been meaning to give back to Vanessa, since last summer.

Great. I have a dead phone, no snacks, a pair of borrowed sunglasses, and I'm almost certain I'm going to die in like 3 hours. My life is just... it's great.

I stared out the window and a billion scenarios ran through my mind.

The worst was when the plane plummeted into the sea, where I nearly drowned along with the rest of my friends and everyone else, but somehow I was the only one that escaped. Only to have to swim a hundred miles alone with a hunk of metal jutting out of my thigh. When I finally reach land, vicious, blood-thirsty, cannibalistic savages are waiting to fry me up and devour me alive. Yep. I'm so freaking optimistic.

"Roryyyy!!!!" A squeaky voice shook me out of my own imagination.

"Guess what, guess what, guess what, guess what!?!?" My friend Vanessa squealed, along with Lea and Jules who were standing right behind her. The man that smells like peanut butter gave me a dirt look for waking him up, but hey, it wasn't my fault. Blame Vanny and her squeaky voice.

"What, God, I'm dying of anticipation!" I said and twisted in my seat to face them.

"One Freaking Direction is going to be in London!!!" answered Jules. She looked like she was going to either burst with excitement or double over in tears. But, I, on the other hand,I didn't respond. Don't get me wrong. I love One Direction. At least I know all their names unlike some people who just call them the curly-headed one or the one-who-wears-stripes or the Irish one (which is very stereotypical, by the way) or something... but I'm not in love with them.

Does that make sense?

Let me explain a bit more. I've heard of them. I know their names. I know who they date and who they used to date. I know their songs. I love their songs, but I'm simply not obsessed with them. I don't dislike them...but uh, er... that really didn't make sense either.

Anywho... it's not like we're going to bump into them at flipping Walmart. Wait, do they even have a Walmart in England? 

A seatbelt light flicked on above the bathrooms and then Lea, Vanny, and Jules returned to their seats. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats and buckle your seatbelts for landing." The heavy Indian accent spoke into the intercom. Already done, Mr. Flight Attendant, Sir. I had left my seat belt on the whole time, in fear of being unprepared when the plane decided to come crashing down.

On takeoff, the turbulence had been bad, given the fact that we were leaving Chicago, the Windy City, but now landing in London, it was even worse. The plane rocking back and forth added to my already heightened paranoia, but what made it worse is that the captain told us it was going to be fine, but we had to stay in the air because of a snow storm. When the captain assures you it's going to be fine, you know it's time to start worrying and writing your will.

After what seemed like hours, (or 3 minutes) the captain finally anounced we were landing and my anxiety subsided.

"So this is London, eh?" Lea asked as all 4 of us sauntered through the terminal with our suitcases trailing behind.

"Or the airport, at least." She added as I scanned the airport. It was W.H.I.T.E. It looked like people spent night and day scrubbing this airport top to bottom.

We got in the limo, complimentary of Vanessa. Her father is Bill Gates's assistant, so she's super rich and stuff and even has her own personal assistant, named Bob who she left in Chicago. Aahh, the things I would get if I had money...

London, England. The land of horrible traffic. 

The drive from the terminal to the hotel we were staying at was supposed to be 20 minutes. Instead, it was a whopping 2 hours. Which I spent sleeping: my favorite hobby.

When we finally got to the hotel it was about 3 P.M. and people were EVERYWHERE. They were on the roof of the hotel. They were in the alleys behind the hotel. They were surrounding the front of the hotel. They. Were. Every. Where.

"Why are there so many frigging people here?" I asked and craned my neck to try to find where the immense amount of people ended. It didn't.  You'd think God was descending from heaven or something, I swear.

Then I noticed that most of the people were screaming pre-teen girls with shirts like: 

"Niall, You Sexy Beast" and "Take Me Home" and "1D" and "'Vas Happenin'".

I instantly knew why there were so many girls here. I let out a long sigh and leaned back in my seat, trying to get comfortable for the long ride to come.

Soooo... I know this chapter is kinda short and all... and it doesn't have a lot of action, and it kinda sucks, but I hope you guys like it!!! Or love it. Loving is better! Sorry... This is my first Fan-Fiction (sort of) and I promise it will get better. PINKY PROMISE!!!

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