Where the Story Ends (ending to the Story of Her Life trilogy)

Where the Story Ends: 1

*"WE WILL BE ARRIVING AT YOUR DESTINATION OF BIRMINGHAM INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT IN SIX HOURS."*

She had been lucky enough to have a row by herself, and a flight with very few people.

I'm on my way home. I'm going to miss them, all of them. Tyler, Cole, Jacob, and Dad, it's just them now, but they'll be okay. Liam, Louis, and Zayn, they're not alone. Niall and Chealsi have each other, and it almost makes me want to cry. Harry, though, he's alone now. I feel like I abandoned him, but we both knew how it was going to end.

She looked up from what she had written, and took a deep breath.

A girl popped up from the seat in front of her.

"I saw you with Harry Styles before you got on the plane. Are you his girlfriend?"

"Uh...yeah, I guess I am."

"What do you mean, you guess?"

"We're going through kind of a rough patch."

"Oh, did you just break up?"

"No, and who are you to be asking me these questions?"

"My name is Amy," she stuck her hand over the seat so Eli could shake it. "I have a blog, Number One, One D Stalker. Don't be alarmed by the name, I don't actually stalk them."

"Good to know."

"You're English, so what were you doing in America?"

"I liv-...lived there."

"Then why are you going to Birmingham?"

"College, but you wouldn't know about that because you're only like thirteen."

"I'm fifteen, and I know plenty about college, I'm just not in college."

"What are you doing on this flight?"

"One Direction is coming back tomorrow, I need to get pictures." she waved her small, digital camera around. "Back to me questioning you. How are you going to prove that you and Harry Styles are a 'thing'?"

"Why do I need to prove it, you could just take my word it."

"If I took everyone's 'word for it', then about 600 people would be going out with Harry Styles."

"I don't feel the need to give you any proof."

"So you're lying?"

"No, you even said that you saw me with him."

"But how do I know you're dating him, or that he was Harry Styles at all?"

"He bought me this pair of earrings." she moved her hair out of the way.

"Ohhh, those are so pretty."

"Uh, thanks."

"What's your name?"

"Eli..."

"Isn't Eli a boy's name?"

"It's short for Elizabeth, but I like Eli, Eli Kirkshaw."

"Wait... do you mean this Elizabeth Kirkshaw?" she drew a teenpop magazine out of her bag and opened it to a page.

"How did they get my name? Or this picture?"

"Wow, I thought you were with Louis Tomlinson, turns out I was wrong. Turns out the whole world was wrong."

"World?"

"Um, it's in about six different magazines, at least."

She stared at the photograph where Louis surprised her. It does look like they were kissing. "Oh, crap. This isn't good."

"You're telling me? I wrote a story on my blog about that picture. How am I supposed to write a story talking about how I met 'the mysterious Elizabeth Kirkshaw', but it turns out that she's dating Harry Styles?"

"Not the biggest problem right now."

"It is to me."

"I have a name. 'the mysterious Elizabeth Kirkshaw', makes me sound like a slut."

"Yeah, well people think you look slutty."

"What?"

"Maybe it was the tattoos, or the high tops with the diamond earrings and matching necklace, but yeah, you created a lot of buzz, and not a lot of people like you."

"This is not good."

"Yeah I get it."

"Amy, just shut up for a minute, okay?"

"Sorry, I like to talk."

"I noticed."

"What are you thinking?"

"That you're very annoying."

"I try."

"I need to make a phone call."

"You can't while you're on the plane."

"I knew that."

"So you have to wait five hours and forty-five minutes to make that oh so important call."

"Oh God, I'm going to die."

"Eventually." she groaned. "Just wait 'til you get off the plane and meet all the haters. Are you excited?"

"Yes, I'm filled with joy."

"That was dripping with sarcasm."

"I try."

"Do you need me to do anything?"

"Yeah, could you go back to your own seat, I kinda would like to get back to this." she pointed at the journal in her lap.

"Is that something for college?"

"Yep."

"Okay, I'm leaving now."

"Yep."