Castaways

ELEVEN

Ally's POV

I didn't want to go to the bathroom anymore. I walked away from Niall and Deanna.

"You went to the bathroom that fast?" Harry widened his eyes. I shook my head.

"Niall and my friend... were...."

Harry stopped me.

"And people say I'm the manwhore?!" He chuckled. I laughed along with him. I did see that somewhere on tumblr.

I plopped down on my seat and buckled up.

"So, are you really a fan of one d?" Harry whispered in my ear. I inched my head away and stated at him. If I wasn't a fan, then why would I have fangirled when I saw him at the magazine store.

"Well, kinda," I blushed. He smirked (not surprised).

"Do you still have the magazine I signed?" He questioned me.

"Yeah..." I stumbled.

"I wanna read it," He demanded in a playful way.

I grabbed the magazine out of my backpack and handed it to him.

He was obviously amused when he was voted 'most charming'.

Plot twist: Harry Styles is the biggest fan of Harry Styles.

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Deanna's POV

*10 minutes earlier*

"Are you okay?" Niall asked me. I nodded hastily. I actually wasn't.  Niall was staring at me. And even when I turned towards him, he didn't look away. 

"Are YOU okay?" I laughed at him. His cheeks flushed. "Why do you say that?" He said embarrasingly. 

I wanted to change the subject. "Excuse me," I pushed behind Niall. 

I walked down the aisle towards the bathroom. I needed to vomit. I hated planes. 

The stall read VACANT,  and I opened the door and shut it behind me.  I stared into the faded mirror. My hair was an ugly mess. The blonde streaks were tangled into a loose braid.  My masacara was already wearing off. Maybe he is staring at me because I'm so ugly. 

"You okay in there," someone lightly knocked on the door. 

"Niall?"

I heard him smirk. He opened the door and walked into the small room. "Um, sorry, someones in here," I mumbled towards him. His piercing blue eyes stared into my poopy brown. I'm really really confused. Didn't I lock this door? 

Niall inched towards me. I stumbled backwards, right into the wall. No where to run.

Why am I acting like that he is a serial killer?

"Niall, I'm a big fan, but I don't think you even know my name..." I said to him. He smiled.

"Your name is Deanna," He plastered a cocky smile across his face.  Did I tell him? I don't exactly remember.

Niall reached his long arm beside my right shoulder. He was blocking me from the door. 

"Niall, this is crazy-"

There was a faint knock on the door. Niall sucked in a tight breath. 

"I'm in here," I shouted through the door. I kinda wanted to know where Niall was going at with this...

Ew Deanna. That's nasty. 

"Deanna is that you?"  Ally called on the other side. Niall muttered something and let out a big sigh. 

"Are you okay in there?" Ally whispered through the door. I didn't answer her. Well, I didn;t know exactly how to.

"Sorry Ally. I'm currently sharing a small bathroom with one of the biggest popstars right now... can you get back to me later?"

"Well open the door because I have to pee!" Ally pleaded. I pushed past the distraughted boy and clicked open the door.

Ally was startled when she saw me leave the bathroom, with Niall Horan by my side. 

I quickly went back to my seat. 

"Well that was weird," Niall chuckled. I glanced at him. 

"Which part?" I growled, "The part where a boy I just met wanted to kiss me or the fact that my best friend caught us in the act?" 

That sure shut him up.