Destiny Awaits: A One Direction Fan Fiction [On Hold]

Chapter 15- Alive

Chapter 15

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I couldn't sleep on the plane either. My flight was awful; it was too early to be travelling. There was turbulence, annonying kids, and bad flight attendants. I had nothing to distract me but the window, so I found myself looking out into the distance, slowing making the gap between my happiness and my dread grow further apart as I flew away from Los Angeles.

The sun didn't come up; there was heavy March fog in the air, and every was dark and gloomy. As we travelled north, I spotted white snow covered the ground. My body suddenly ached for the sun I had become accustomed to.

It was a five hour flight, and it was the worst of my entire life. I had spent the first hour crying, my eyes left sore and read, and the other four I was left regretting my decision. But I knew I had done the right thing.

I had been kidding myself thinking that I would be able to forget Harry so easily. Not a cell in my brain wasn't thinking about him. About his gentle touch, about his carefree nature, about his warm arms around my waist. I felt like my arm had been cut off; I felt lost. Still functional, if I had the ambition to continue. But when I seemed to realize this, I would notice he was missing again, and start from square one.

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When we finally touched down in Toronto, I was greeted at the gate by my anxious parents. I ran into my mom's arms, holding back tears as I enhaled her clean smell. She didn't know how things had went down, and she didn't need to worry about me anymore than she already had.

Mom handed me fresh clothes, and I was thankful as I rushed into a nearby bathroom. It was hard to go from tanktops and shorts to sweaters and jeans, but my clothes were comfy and homey. It meant that I was back to reality.

We drove home silently, not even the radio on. Mom kept looking back at me anxiously, and I think Dad still couldn't believe I wasn't a little girl anymore. I just looked out of my window, as we drove down the highway, the rain slicking off the car. It was a similar day to the day I had left for LA. The snow was still present, and we were still pretty much the only ones on the road this early in the morning.

Two hours later, we pulled into our driveway. As we pulled up to my house, a rush of happiness breifly came over me. I guess I had been a bit homesick. Our large house was surrounded by a forest, and we had a clear view of the stars at night. It was clean and wide open, the opposite of Los Angeles.

Walking in my front door is when reality hit me. Things would be going back to normal. I will be just another fan. I'll go back to work, and then I'll go to my African mission in May. I would be going to university in the fall. I would go on with my life, the boys would go on with theirs, and that would be the end of the story.

I took a few Tylenol, then climbed into my familiar bed and slept all day and night, praying for my mind and heart to heal.

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Mom woke me up the next day to go to work. She had covered for me yesterday, but I was expected to be back today. I pulled on my uniform, ate a bowl of corn flakes, and drove to my job.

My friends and I worked at the local Tim Hortons, and I had to say, I loved my job. There wasn't much to complain about; the hours and the pay were fair, and I got to work with my girls. But I was dreading going into work today. I was definately going to be asked about my weekend. And we always listened to 1D on the radio. How was I going to forget when there were so many painful reminders?

I had deleted all of the album off of my iPod because it hurt me to listen to it. Instead I listened to Lights on the drive in. Her complex electronic melodies soothed me, and the difference between their music temporarily put my mind somewhere else.

When I pulled into the parking lot, I fixed my hair and took a deep breath. I entered through the employee entrance, and saw my girl Breagh preparing the cash registers for the day. Her pretty brown hair was pulled up into a bun and tied in a hairnet, as we had to do. Her blue-green eyes were shining even in the early morning light. This was a girl that could easily be one of they boys' girlfriends. The boys. Call down Onika.

The second she saw me, she dropped everything and came screaming towards me, arms out for a hug.

"ONIKA!" she said, a huge smile on her face as she embraced me. Breagh gave the absolute best hugs, and it made me feel happy. When we broke apart, I saw Judith and Justine waiting for me, each giving me a hug. When we broke apart, they were all giggling.

"I feel like I'm talking to a celebrity" Judith said, fanning herself. The other girls nodded their heads.

"Tell us EVERYTHING" Justine added, stressing on the everything. I just winced.

"Not now guys, we have work to do. After" I said, a fake smile plastered onto my face. I really didn't want to talk about it, but they were buzzing for information. I couldn't blame them; I would have been the exact same way.

Justine and I rand the cashiers while Breagh and Judith ran the drive-thru. It was a busy day, so we kept ourselves occupied, which worked to my advantage. When our shifts ended at three, I couldn't escape their giggling any longer.

They all climbed into my car, and Justine began fiddling with my radio until she chose a station. It was the station that I had won the tickets from.

"Do you guys promise to not freak out or interrupt me?" I asked before starting. They all pinky promised, and I began the story.

I told them everything, from the minute I touched down in Los Angeles to when we were leaving the zoo. At certain points, like when I told them about the first time I kissed Harry, my stomach would turn over in longing, but the girls were basically drooling over it.

I was starting to get to the point when we went walking in Wisteria, when I began to lose it.

What Makes You Beautiful had come on the radio. My eyes were streaming, and I began to cry really ugly. The girls, shocked and confused, let me be as I bawled my eyes out. They quietly left the car and drove off in their own, and I was left heartbroken, destroyed by the voices of angels that I would never see again. I was driven mad.

"That's what makes you beautiful" Harry crooned. I turned off the radio, curled up into a ball, and began to dissolve in my sadness. I wasn't so beautiful anymore. I never was. And now I had nobody to tell me otherwise.