Damages

Reality

The next morning was an early awakening. I had to be up at 4 am for our flight to Paris. Once my hair and makeup was done. I met them all outside of our rooms. "Ready to go?" They asked. I nodded.
We were driven to the airport. I expected to be dropped off at a different terminal. I was confused when the car pulled up to the Tarmac where a small private plane was waiting.
"Wait, aren't I flying commercial?" I asked.
They all laughed loudly. I remember thinking it was too early to be this chipper.
"No! You're flying with us of course. What you think we'd stick you on a crowded flight While we fly private?" Niall belted.
"Well...yeah. That's what I thought."
They shook their heads.
"You're stuck with us for the next couple of hours, sorry love." Zayn smiled. I raised an eyebrow.
He didn't say anything, but I'm sure he understood. I probably wasn't getting anywhere telling them
Not to call me pet names.
As we got on the plane I chose a window seat.
There were lots of seats, but to my surprise the boys chose to sit by me. "Don't think you're getting rid of us that easily." Louis laughed as he buckled himself in. "Wouldn't dream of it." I teased back.
I Hated to admit it, but they lifted my mood.
Harry and Zayn were in front of Me, Louis and Liam next to me, and niall was sat across from all of us on a long couch. I couldn't imagine flying like this all the time, it was so luxurious.
Lisa walked back through the cabin with her clipboard in hand.
"We'll be in Paris in two hours. Make sure you get your Sightseeing in, then be back to the hotel by no later than 5." She walked back up to the front of the plane.
Throughout the flight the boys talked about what they wanted to do.
"Eiffel tower first. Obviously." Niall said while reading a magazine.
"Yes, and Notre Dame. I'd also quite like to visit the Louvre if we have time." Liam added.
They looked at me. "What about you?"
"I'm just along for the ride. I'll go wherever you go."
They all smiled.
"Glad you're finally warming up to us." Louis said while patting me on the head.
I swatted his hand down.
"Hey- one step at a time." They all laughed.

About an hour through I looked up from my book to see that Harry and Zayn had both fallen asleep.
It pained me to say it, but it was adorable.

I smiled as I watched them snooze. It was becoming harder and harder to dislike them. I realised then that there really was no reason to- I was just not ready to trust them. They were nice, genuine, funny, and so far very likeable. I shouldn't dislike them simply because of their gender.
I felt a sort of weight come off my shoulders. I had been refusing to let myself be their friend, and now that I had sorted things out I felt it was going to be easier. As I was lost in thought, I noticed Louis reach over and squeeze Harry's nose so he couldn't breathe through it. Liam silently scolded him as I watched amused. It didn't take long for Harry to jerk his head back while puffing in air through his mouth. Louis sat back down next to me laughing hysterically.
Harry had looked to me, his face flushed a bright pink. He looked back to Louis. "Can no one get any peace around here?" He was starting to laugh.
"You already know you can't. I'm letting zayn off because I know he'll hit me if I interrupt his slumber. You, not so much." Harry rolled his eyes and smiled.
"That's for sure. Zayn is actually volatile when it comes to sleep. He's the absolute worst in the mornings." Liam said.
"He wasn't this morning?" I asked.
"No, he got up about 20 minutes before we left so I think he was just waiting to get on the plane and pass out." Niall was laughing as he motioned to Zayn who was still passed out in front of me.
As we sat there for a few moments, Liam piped up.
"I still feel like we don't really know much about you Violet." He looked across Louis right into my eyes.
His deep brown eyes left no room for dispute.
I hesitated.
"Well... what do you want to know?"
I was worried immediately after I said it. I might have to lie. I would have to lie.
"Well..." his face softened "why don't you just tell us whatever you feel comfortable with?"
I looked down and smiled. I felt less pressured.
I nervously picked at my boot with the toe of the other. Truth is, I want sure where to start.
"Umm... well. I was born and raised in Manchester.
I don't have any siblings, I don't really speak to my parents, I also don't really have any friends....and I do not have a boyfriend." I said defiantly.
They all kind of had a melancholy look on their face.
"You lied." Harry said quietly.
I shot a look at him as he accused me of lying.
"You have 5 friends." He said with a warm smile.
To keep him from seeing my blush I looked back down at my beat up black boots. It felt so incredible to say that I had friends.
"Thank you..." I murmured quietly.
Harry was still smiling at me when I looked up.
"And how lucky are we to have found you! It must have been fate." Niall said with a huge, toothy grin.
"Must have." I smiled back.
"You should do that more often." Louis smirked.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Smile. You've been a bit of a Debby downer ya' know." He was snickering. I punched him in the arm with all the force I had.
"No, you should do that more often." Liam said while laughing. Louis let out a laugh as he gripped his arm in pain. "Alright I deserved that."
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An hour later we had landed in Paris. We had time for a quick clothes change and then Lisa had rushed us off the plane and into a black SUV.
We had until 5 to get back. Everyone argued in the car on what to do first.
"Look," zayn pointed to a map of the sites of Paris as he spoke "were right here by the arch' de triumph so we might as well see that, then wind our way back past notre dame and onto the Eiffel Tower. If there's time after why don't we go to the louvre?"
He was very organised when it came to directions.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
We all had our faces pressed to the glass as we drove by the sights. When we got out to take pictures we had to be quick because it didn't take long for fans to spot them. After touring notre dame we had to make a run for it into the car, a group of girls had began screaming which attracted a larger group. We barely made it inside the vehicle when they shoved themselves up against the car windows. I tried not to look at them. Once we made our getaway we drove to the Eiffel Tower. Rather than risk pandemonium, we decided to take pictures of the tower from a nearby park with a perfect view. I sat down in the grass as they all struggled to get the perfect picture.
"I want to do one where it looks like I'm holding it." Harry said. He walked over to me and handed me the camera. "Will you?" He smiled. I nodded and stood up. No matter which angle I stood at we couldn't seem to get it right. It was close enough.
He smiled and I took the photo.