Look After You {One Direction}

Chapter One

Author's Note:

Okay, so this is my first story on Wattpad. First author's note too! I've been writing this and editing it for like... a whole week, but if there's something that needs to be fixed let me know. (; Dedicated to 1DOnlyYou, because I absolutely love her work. :D Picture to the side is of April! 

ENJOY!!xx

Look After You~A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter One

"I don't want you to go, April!" Mia, my best friend, cries. Her forehead was on my shouder, and her tears were soaking the shoulder of my Hollister shirt. We were standing in the airport while waiting for my flight to be called. I'm going to London, England to live with my uncle Kenny and his new wife, Flora-or Flo as she told me to call her when I met her at the wedding.

I love going over there, at least I did before Flo came into the picture. My cousin, Danny, lives with them too. He's the same age as I am, eighteen, and was born only a few days before me. He acts like a protective big brother, even though he's millions of miles away. When I had my last boyfriend, Andy, Danny called him and threatened to beat him senseless if he broke my heart. He broke up with me the day after.

But Danny and I were attatched at the hip since we were younger. We would tell each other everything, and I mean everything. But when they moved to England in 2007, I felt as if they took a piece of me with them. But after talking on the phone and getting on Skype every other day, we finally get to see each other in person, after six years of separation.

I've heard stories about Aunt Flo from Danny, he calls her MSBOC--Money Stealing Bitch on Crack--and tells me that she's an evil and rude person. I found that out for myself when I met her, but she covered it all up when she was around Uncle Ken. I've always felt bad for Danny that he had to live with her, and now I have to as well.

Just great.

I'm moving over there because of the death of my mother a few weeks ago. She died of breast cancer, after fighting it for three years. It killed me on the inside, as well as my father. My father was so hurt, that he got into a deep depression, so deep that he hasn't come out of his room except to eat or to go to the restroom. Never for anything else. 

So he sent me to my uncle's to live for a few months until I'm old enough to go out in the world as my own person.

"Hey, It's not like I'm moving permanently or something. It's only for a few months, until I turn nineteen." I say to Mia jokingly, gently petting her dark black hair.

"But still, it's so far away." She says, then pulls me out to arms length. "Any celebrities you meet, I want autographs and pictures. And by celebrities, I mean One Direction."

I roll my eyes at her mockingly. She is absolutely obsessed with those five guys--stalking as in checking twitter whenever they do a twitcam or update their status, and fan-girling with other fans on Tumblr. I have to admit, I like them, but I am just not the 'stalker' type.

"Anything else?" I ask.

"A shirt with 'I Heart England' on it. Oh, and one of those little snowglobes with Big Ben and those big red buses in it. Please."

"Anything else you want me to buy you?" I say teasingly, before nudginger her shoulder with mine. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, A." She smiles.

"Flight 309 to London now boarding." The intercom boomed, and a fresh round of tears came back to the rim of Mia's bright blue eyes.

"If anything goes wrong, call me. I'll get a passport and get on a plane as fast as you can say 'help'."

I smile, and pull her into another hug. "You know Danny wouldn't do that, Mia."

She laughs slightly, and we stand there for a second, making the moment last longer. I really am going to miss her, she's my best friend. Other than Danny, of course.

"I have to go," I say sadly, picking up my stuff, and looking into her eyes one more time. "Stay cool, Mia."

"Stay cool, April." She smiles sadly, a tear falling down her cheeks.

I give her a small smile, then walk off to the plane. Before I give the flight attendant my information, I turn back to take a look at Mia one more time. She smiles a bit more at me, and gives me a small wave. Tears fall down her face as she waves, and I wave back, tears forming at the edges of my own eyes. 

I turn, and give the attendant my flight attendant my passport and ticket, before walking onto the plane.

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"What song is that?" A voice asks, and I look over to the person sitting next to me.

She was a really pretty girl, with extremely curly brown hair and inviting brown eyes. It took me a second to realize it, but I knew who she was after a second of thought.

This was Danielle Peazer, or (better known as) Liam Payne's girlfriend. Mia always envied her, because she was so beautiful and had 'her man'. I'd always rolled my eyes at her when she'd say something like that.

"Mirror, by Lil Wayne and Bruno Mars." I say, pulling out my earphones. She nods her head.

"That's a good song," She smiles, then gives me a small smile, "I'm Danielle."

"I know." I say stupidly, then a slight blush brings it's way to my cheeks, "I'm sorry, that just slipped out."

She brushes it off with a wave of her hand, "I don't mind. Just as long as you don't start asking a bunch of questions about my relationship or my boyfriend."

"Oh, trust me, I won't. I'm not that kind of person."

She gives me a bright smile, then says, "What's your name?"

"April Parker."

"That's a really pretty name. Your hair is pretty, too. Is it naturally red like that?"

I nod my head, "Thanks. And yeah, it is. When I was younger, people used to ask my mom why she died my hair this color."

"Really?" She asks, and when I nod, she laughs a bit. I laugh along with her.

I guess this seven and a half hour plane ride isn't going to be as bad as I thought it would be.

Author's Note:

Not the longest chapter ever... but the next one will be longer. I'll try my best at it, I promise. :D If you wouldn't mind just poking that little vote button up there, I would appriciate it. A lot. Love you all! (At least anyone who reads this)

~August.xx