LA to London (Liam Payne fan fiction)

Chapter 1:Ella POV

Hey guys, I’m Julia! I have written a one shot about Niall (Unexpected) and I thought I would try a proper long fan fic so here goes nothing I guess.  I’ll try post once a week depending on school or what comes up. For the sake of the story Sophia just doesn’t exist (I don’t hate her or anything she just doesn’t fit in). I’m just starting out so everything is appreciated please vote and comment :)

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Great, well isn’t this fantastic! The Goddamn aeroplane seat has a broken spring or something. What a great way to end this fabulous week. I press the button to call someone over. The airhostess looks about as happy as I do. She puts on as cheery a smile as she can, though honestly she looks about as joyful as the end to the titanic, and you can clearly see it in her gorgeous ice blue eyes.

“What can I help you with?” she asks, I can tell by her tone she has been dealing with bullshit all day. I explain my problem with the seat. Normally I wouldn’t complain about something like this but I have had no where near enough sleep for the last week and I’m not prepared to fly back to London from L.A in a shitty broken chair. She calls over some other official looking person with brown, dead straight, shoulder length hair that frames her gorgeous heart shaped face. She wears a huge smile, two-moon crater sized dimples and an even bigger smile in her huge brown eyes.

“I’m very sorry about the chair and all the inconvenience. Economy and business class is fully booked but we might have a first class seat available.” The blue-eyed airhostess looks at her confused. The smiley worker quietly turns away from me and half whispers to her co-worker, “You don’t think he would mind would he?”

“Nah, he seems really sweet and he we can always refund him on the other seat she would be using.”

 Wait, did this man book two seat? Why would he do that? I mean if he can afford to do that maybe making his acquaintance wouldn’t be too bad…

Another passenger calls for an airhostess and with an eye roll the ice blue-eyed airhostess leaves. The official yet smiley looking worker tells me she is going to check if there are any seats in first class.

This man with the spare seat could be anyone. I start creating a whole persona of who this mystery man is before I even realise. I in vision him as a twenty five year old British man in a suit and stupid sunglasses with rich parents. I guess it’s just out of habit. I mean if I plan on creating buildings all day as my job it can’t be a bad thing that I create random things unknowingly.

The lady I was talking to returns and let’s me know that there is a seat in first class for me. I can feel the eyes of the grumpy middle-aged man sitting next me as he watches me stand up, remove my hand luggage from the compartment above, filled with jealousy. I wonder who this rich mystery man is!

The lady leads me through the whole aeroplane until I reach the very front of the plane in the first class section. I almost fall over, though I can tell that that would be very inappropriate. Instead of there being three seats next to each other three times, there is one seat facing backwards, a curved wall that starts on the left side sticking out enough that the passengers head is concealed, giving them privacy, around the back of the seat and covers the whole right side of the seat and curves away from that lone seat and around the back of two other seats that are next to each other. Each seat has enough leg space to fully lie flat.

I’m lead right to the front to one of the pairs of seats. The mystery man isn’t wearing a glitzed up suit with stupid sunglasses, but a plain grey hoodie that covers his face and is reading a book, though it is placed on his lap so I can’t see what he is reading. I place my hand luggage in the compartment and awkwardly sit next to him. He either hasn’t noticed that I have sat next to him or just doesn’t care. I am praying that it was the former, as I am not in the mood to deal with a grouchy man, I have dealt with enough rude people this week for a lifetime.

Being the friendly person I am, I clear my throat, extend my arm out to him and with a smile plastered up on my face say, “Hi, I’m Ella!” He looks up and meets my gaze with the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I have ever seen. I know those chocolate eyes that crinkle when he has that adorable smile that he has on his face now. I am momentarily paralysed when his identity sinks in. His voice breaks me out of my trance, “Hello Ella, I’m Liam.”