Alone With them

Chapter 1

Demi's pov:
The morning we packed our bags was super exciting! We would go on a plane trip to Los Angeles.

I've been there once before. It was awesome! I loved the weather, the white beaches, the sea, the shops and of course the hot guys on the beaches.

Yeah, I'm still single, but that doesn't matter. I'm living a quite good life. Despite the fact my bestfriend and one of my brothers had died and me self harming myself. But I don't do it as often as I used to do so. And if I do, I scratch myself. I used to cut, but I'm ashamed of my scars now.. My parents and brother don't know about it and I'm not going to tell them either.

I did exactly know what to pack: a bikini, shorts, tops, a pair of sunglasses and my favorite shoes. Nike ones.

I was almost finished packing my bag, when I heard my Mom shouting downstairs for me: "Demi! Hurry up, we're leaving in a few mins!" 'I'm coming!', shouted I back. I put quickly some underwear in my bag and ran down the stairs, almost falling. But luckely my brother was there to catch me.

The drive to the airport was exhausting. It took so long. But finally, after three hours driving we arrived.

When we arrived we saw a lot of paparazzi standing in front of the doors. What was going on? I asked myself.

We made our way through the doors, which wasn't easy. We had to show the security twice our tickets before they let us in.

There must be someone special at the airport. Oh, maybe it's a celebrity. Maybe they're taking the same plane as we do. Maybe it's one of the bands I like. Maybe it's...
As I was thinking, my Dad called me twice and woke me up from my thoughts.

"Demi are you coming, or do you stay at the airport for the next three weeks?", asked my Dad grinning. I walked fast to them, so I wouldn't stay behind.

There were even more security guards at the boarding place of our plane. I was getting more excited than ever. Maybe one of my dreams will come true and I will finally meet the boyband of my life. One Direction.

We were late with booking our tickets, so we couldn't sit beside each other. We were spread all over the airplane.

I had my own hand luggage, which included: a pair of sunglasses, an extra bikini because it didn't fit in my bag anymore and of course my phone.

I had the privilege to choose the best chair. I chose one close to the toilets and the emergency exits. The toilets, because I'm lazy and don't want to walk much in the middle of the night and the emergency exits, because I'm still afraid of flying.

So, I really hope a nice person will sit beside me who won't freak out. Other wise I will panick even more.

It happened before. I was so afraid to crash down, I held my Mom very tight.

Today I have a strange feeling in my stomach. A feeling if I know something's going wrong. A little anxiety is taking me over and I'm doing my breath exercises. Three seconds in and five out.

I sit down. Row 12 chair C. That means two people will sit at the left of me. I have a look at the emergency exits and start imagining how I would have to use it.

Hopefully I wouldn't have to.

"This is your pilot speaking. We're still waiting for four people to arrive at the airplane. Please have your patience. Thank you."

Well, okay. They have to be very special if an airplane is waiting for them to arrive.

Then the four people start walking in. Two of them are taking their place on the right hand of me, on the other side of the hallway. The other two are now standing next to me.

"Uhum, uh sorry, but could you stand up for a minute please? Our place is right next to you."

I'm looking at the four of them with my mouth hanging shockingly open.

Well, I didn't expect this.

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Authors note:

Hey everybody.
How are you guys doing?
I hope you'll like this book!
I am excited to write it :)

(14-6-2017)