Happening.( Harry styles and 1D)

part 2

     Harry and I slowly ski down the mountain in silence, I take this opportunity to reflect back on the past two days.

      "Are you ready?", Asks Brenda

      "Yes.", I mumble as I walk towards the terminal.

      Brenda and I are about to board the plane at the Winnipeg Air port in Canada. It's Saturday the 20th of December and only 10:45 am but I have bags under my eyes. I am soo tired, I didn't get any sleep last night. The last two had just been crazy, finishing all of my school assignments and then learning that I had a twin brother and sister that my mother had failed to mention in the last 7 years of their existence. All that I new was that my mom had moved to Quebec when I was 8. Now I don't know about you, but in Winnipeg Manitoba it isn't too difficult to pick up a phone and say congratulations your a big sister!

     "You will have plenty of time to sleep on the plane.", Says Brenda as she smacks me in the face with my pillow to keep me awake.

     "Hey!", I growl.

    "Oh please, it's a 9 hour flight, it's not even early I don't know what all the fuss is about.", Scolds Brenda quickening her pace. Our plane leaves at 11 so we're really pushing it.

     "BUT IT'S LIKE A KAZILLION HOUR TIME DIFFRENCE-," I say raising my voice. Clearly annoyed by how little Brenda regards my opinion.

     "14 hours and 45 minutes.", Interrupts Brenda

     "How are my friends even supposed to call me!.", I glare at Brenda while handing the gate lady my boarding pass.

     "They aren't, as far as I'm concerned you don't have friends.", Says Brenda as she hands the gate lady her pass as well

    The gate lady catches my arm as I walk through the gate." It's a 9 hour flight," she whispers." I suggest you sleep through all of it." I nod and smile at her but I sense that she sees the clear distress in my eyes. I may look friendly with my cute little smile but inside i'm really screaming GET ME OUT OF HERE!. I seriously contemplate yelling gun or bomb or even grenade as loud as I possibly can but it's to late. Brenda has grabbed my arm and before I know it I'm sitting first class and looking through the  window of a plane as the snow filled fields get smaller and smaller.

     "What time is it?", I ask the flight attendant as she helps me get my carryon out of the over head compartment. It's Sunday morning in Austria and we just landed 2 minutes ago, I'm getting rather antsy.

    "It's 10:45 am sweetie", She says.

     "Thank you !", I say smiling back at her. I find it Ironic that it's the exact same time as when I boarded the plane only it's the next day.

     It takes Brenda and I, 2 hours to get to the St. Anton ski resort. (we stopped for lunch on the way...) I had my head phones in the entire time. No way could I have listened to that monster for another 2 hours.

     As soon as we pull up to the resort I climb out of the limo and grab my bags. A few people are starring at us as the bell hops file out in a line each picking up a bag, one particularly good looking one takes my bags from me, they then make there was back inside the resort.

    My jaw drops as soon as we step inside. the décor is superb. I know that if I was still living with dad I wouldn't be able to afford to use the restroom in this place. The concierge hands me a gold plastic card.

   "Welcome Miss Fontaine, your personal suite is ready, this  gold card gives you unlimited access to all of the  snow boarding and  ski lifts. Your parents have requested that if you are to go down a black diamond or any diamond run for that matter, that you are to have an instructor with you. Please notify us if you wish to do so and we'll call one up for you. You are now an official VIP member of St. Anton resort and sister resorts. Your family is meeting in the lobby at 6pm , from there you will be attending dinner. Your mother is at the spa with your cousins. If you need anything just call the front desk and we will assist you in any way possible. Please enjoy your stay.", He finishes with a rehearsed smile.  

  "Sweet", I say smiling.

  Crap! I am not supposed to enjoy myself. But who wouldn't enjoy themselves in a place like this! Mom is probably just trying to buy me over. This is probably just something special they had planned for like a super long time and I just happened to crash it. 

     "About that instructor ?", I say in the sweetest voice I could muster.

     "Oh good you want to get out there already!," Says the bell hop while paging who I assume is my personal instructor. "The conditions are just great today."

     Brenda is so busy on her phone she barely notices me leaving with my instructor 15 minutes later.

     "Hey! Where do you think you're going missy! your mother wants to see you in 10!", calls Brenda from across the lobby.

     "Tell her I'll be at supper", I call back as the doors shut behind me. 

     "You excited?", Asks Charles my new instructor.

     "You bet!", I answer.

     All I have to do now is ditch Charles and " loose track of time." before I know it it'll be  8 o'clock and I'll have missed supper. Then I can just run around the resort avoiding everyone until tomorrow.

    "you ever skied before?", Asks Charles.

     "Plenty of times!", I lie through my teeth as I push off the top of the hill.

     "It sure is beautiful.", Says Harry breaking the silence along with  my train of thought.

     "I'm sorry what?", I completely missed what he just said.

     "What should we do next?", Asks Harry.

     "What time is it?', I ask"

     "It's 5:50, hey do you umm wanna come for super?", asks Harry

     "I would absolutely love to-," I Start but I am interrupted by a man wearing a yellow vest and an official badge.

     "There you are Miss Fontaine. You had your Private instructor quite worried when you disappeared. We have been searching for you the past hour and a half."

      "Crap.", I finish.

     "I mean I want to!", I say to Harry as his smile fades. 

     "Yes I found her.", says the man into his walkie talkie.

     "Your mother said that if you ever do something like that again without notifying her she will take away your VIP status for a full day."

     "Oh bite me! she doesn't even know me, she can't ground me!", I huff.

     "Miss Fontaine I am escorting you to dinner now.", says the man as he climbs onto his snowmobile.

     "But I just got here!", I wine. Yes I wined in front of Harry Styles after he asked me on date. Obviously jet leg affects more then your agility.

     "Miss Fontaine this is not an option." Says the man as he motions for me to sit down behind him.

     "It's ok. I'll catch you later.", Says Harry as he starts to turn away. The man in the yellow jacket turns on the snowmobile.

     "Wait!," Yells Harry turning back  around. "what's your name?"

      "Rose!" I yell as the snowmobile jumps into motion. I pray that he heard me. Why me, is all I can think about on the way back to the resort.