Sweet Escape
As the morning came, I started gathering my stuff. I only really needed a book bag, but that be kind o suspicious regarding my story. A girl moving from the U.S. I London can't possibly just carry one suitcase. Not a normal one at least. I certainly do not consider my self normal.
I walk out dragging my bags out to the cab I had called earlier. I threw my suitcase in the trunk and sat in the back of he can with my bookbag.
"Destination?" The cab driver asked in a monotonous tone that sounded more like a statement.
"O'Hair" I reply bluntly.
"The airport?"
"No, the restaurant"
With that, the can driver shot me a glare and sped off down the road.
*
I got to the airport about an hour early. I was really nervous, to the point of sweating. I've never had this reaction before. I !never! get nervous.
I have never tried changing my identity. Maybe throw in a fake name here and there, but never trying to erase my whole existence.
I was trained to think about the worst case scenario. This had its upsides and downsides. Yes, it made it easier to cover up my actions and !make sure! I don't get caught, but also, this made me !even more! nervous.
What if they detect that the I.D. is fake?
No they can't, it was made by one of the best.
What if they find something incriminating in my baggages?
No they can't, I made sure I didn't bring anything remotely suspicious.
All these thoughts were going through my head and I couldn't stop them
During this time, I was in the front of the line. I spilled the contents if my carry-on onto the white plastic tray. I filled it with typical white-girl college student objects like books, and iPod, and earbuds.
After that I went through this metal arch. I guess that you can a call it a scanner.
Once I got to the other side, the airport officials working at that post stopped me. My hands were shaking, I hope they didn't notice.
"Miss?" The man asks.
"Yes?" I reply as calmly as I can manage.
"You can't carry your water on board I'm so sorry." I almost laughed. How could I think they would find out my !true! identity by just scanning my bags? I didn't bring my actual credit card or passport with me.
With that, I went to the boarding area.
*
The plane was pretty big. Well, any plane would be big for me because it's my first time. But this one was exceptionally big.
I sat in the middle row on the edge. In the four seats next to me there was a cute elderly couple (that's saying something since I don't find many things cute) and a uptight lookin business man. Why he's not in business class? I don't know.
During the whole plane ride I slept. I'm not a movie or music type of person so it's the best thing I can do on the agonizing nine hour journey.
(A/N)
Okay guys, I don't want you to think that I'm selfish or anything, I just really worked hard on this next chapter and I really liked how it turned out. I'm not asking for much so can i please get 6 reads and 3 comments for a new update please?
Btw, Lilly/Piper may or maynot meet Harry in the next chapter ;D
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Lilly Thompson (Harry Styles)
FanfictionPiper Autumn Winthrop is trying to escape the life of crime her family has created from her. Escaping murder charges in America, she becomes Lilly Thompson, a UNI student who has moved to England for her studies. But what happens when she meets a ch...
