After One Direction Ended

Meeting Louis

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in London in about thirty minutes at noon, London time. Please take your seats and buckle up. Thank you for flying with British Airlines today." I hear the Captain say on the speaker waking me from the most peaceful sleep I've had since the death of my Father three weeks ago. I groan shifting my body. I slowly stretch trying not to disturb my sleeping nine year old twin brothers, Miles and Mitchell. Unfortunately I wasn't successful.

"Miricle? Are we landed yet?" Miles who was sitting to my right, yawned, sitting up. Mitch looked at me waiting fore to answer his twins question. "No Miles, another half hour till we land. Buckle up. I will be right back. Don't leave you seat!" I tell them getting up and walking to the bathroom. I close the door and look at my self on the mirror. My blonde hair was a mess and my face was puffy from cry everyday for over 3 weeks. I reach into my hoodie and bring out my emergency makeup kit. I always make sure my first impression is flawless. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please make sure you are seated and buckled we are begging our descent to land." I hear the captain say just as I finished my make up. I put my things away into my hoodie. I open the door and start to my seat. Only way I try to hear what my brothers are doing to see if they are being troublesome. I wasn't paying attention to were I was walking and end up running into someone, getting knocked to the floor.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't watching were I was going. I'm so sorry." I say getting up. I turn to look at the person I ran into. "It's alright. I wasn't looking either. But now I am." A really good looking guy says smiling at me. I smile back slightly, blushing at him. "I really am sorry. I was listening out for my brothers." I repeat to him. He smile again looking back at my now starring brothers.

"I said it was alright. I'm Louis Tomlinson. But I'm pretty sure you know that." He says turning back to me. I look at him confused. "Why would I know who you are? I just met you." Louis looks at me shocked. "You mean you've never heard of One Direction? Of any of us?" His voice is full of wonder. "I... I've heard of them. But I don't really pay attention to all the famous people and stuff. Wait you said us? Your from One Direction?" It's my turn to look at him with wonder.

"Yeah, but we broke up a while ago. Most of us are solo now. If you don't mind I'd like to know the name of the young lass who doesn't know who I am. Maybe I have I chance of being normal with you." Louis looks at me, his eyes bright. I laugh and smile back. I feel the plane tilt and stumble forward. Louis catches me even though I don't need to be caught. "Well? Do I get to know the lasses name?" He asked again.

"Excuse me. But you both need to sit down." A flight attendant looks at the both of us wit an annoyed look. I move out of Louis' arms and start walking. "I think the lass wants to remain anonymous for now." I tell him before continuing to my seat. "Who is that Mir. Is he your boyfriend?" Mitch starts throwing questions at me. I groan and squeeze past Miles.

"Just sit down and buckle up, kiddos. We are landing soon and then we get to meet Uncle Shawn. And behave, Please. We don't need him to kick us to foster care do we? Not until I'm 18 at least." I tell them. I lay my head back and look to the ceiling, thinking. 'These are going to be a long few months. Not only do we have to live with family we don't know. We have to move to a new country and start our lives over.'

The second I can, I get off the plane with the twins in tow. I look around for the sign our Uncle should have with our last name. "How, Miriam Massey?" I turn at my mother's name. Suddenly there is a man flagging me down. He is holding a sign that says Massey on it. I grab the twins hands and walk over to him. "Shawn Massey?" I ask nervously. He nods. "Miriam, how are you here? Michael said you ran off and then died." I look at him trying to see if he is some crazy person pretending to be my uncle.

"I'm Miricle. Sorry but what my father said is true. My mother is dead." I say with caution. "These two are Miles and Mitchell." I watch what I said sink in. Then he looks at me smiling. "I'm not Shawn Massey. I'm his assistant Adam Procter. You are the splitting image of your mother, Miricle. I knew your mother when we were younger. And your father was a good friend of mine. I'm sorry for what happened to him."

Figures. Our uncle didn't even want to meet us and ashes his crazy assistant to pick us up. "Where is Uncle Shawn? Why didn't he want to pick us up himself." I ask. Mr. Procter looks down. "He should be here shortly. He had someone else who was coming here on that plane and had to meet up with him. For work purposes. But believe me, he wanted to be here to get you." He tells me. Then he starts looking over my shoulder. "There they are now." I don't turn to look. If my uncle is there then he can come to me.

"It's the Anonymous Lass!" I hear Louis exclaim behind me. I turn quickly and smile. "Nice to see you again Louis. How did you find me?" I ask before my eyes wander to the man next to him. Who is none other then my Uncle Shawn. "Hullo, Uncle. It's a pleasure to finally met you. Since you thought it better to leave your assistant to find us. Great way to show us into the family." My voice is full of anger and frustration.

"I'm sorry, Mir. But I had to grab Louis before the press found out he is back in London. Otherwise I would have been here to meet you, Miles and Mitchell." Uncle Shawn says with a small smile. It then comes to me that the twins are no longer holding my Hans. I turn around to find them, only to see them passed out on the chairs behind me. "It doesn't matter anymore. Can we please just leave. Is like to get the twins into an actual bed." I say walking over to Miles and Mitch to wake them.

"So your name is Mir. I finally don't have to keep calling you the Anonymous Lass. Here I can carry one of them if you carry the other to the car. Your uncle has gone to get your luggage so we can hurry and leave." Louis says come up beside me and slowly picking up Mitch. I smile at him. "It's actually Miricle. But I'm fine with you calling me Mir." I pick up Miles and follow Louis outside to the waiting car.