Can't Remember to Forget You.

Don't Wake Me Up

So most of you may have already read that. But now you might actually understand what's going on. Sorry about that. Well see ya' later alligator's bye for now.

xxxx-Tori

Chapter 4

Don’t Wake Me Up

 woke up to a sweet and amazing feeling of a little thing called turbulence.  One of the pure evil things about flying. I then realized I had something on me. It was the man’s large, black, sweat shirt.  I was holding it tightly having my whole body under it as if it was a blanket. I let go soon enough, though.

“Gosh, I am so sorry.” I said moving it in between us where my legs were. I had this poor man pushed up to the edge of his chair.

“Now I’m even sorrier. Gosh.” He turned to me and smiled with his pearly whites showing and his dimples seeping in.

“It’s fine. You slept for a long time. I didn’t feel the need to wake you up. Plus it looked like you needed it more than me. No worries.” He had a very strong, sext English accent I could just eat it up and his hair was so lush with just accents of curls. It made my hair look like cat hair.

“You could have woke me up and told me to move.” I said making myself stop day dreaming about this stranger. I moved my legs back to the floor.

“I already told you I didn’t feel the need to do that.” Flipping his hair.  I just smile and nodded turning half way when he kept talking.

“I’m Harry by the way.” He said as he stuck out his hand.

“Tori.” I shock it and gave him a light smile.  I knew him from somewhere now. The voice, the hair, the name, and of course his friends they were someone or something.

“I’m Louis.” Said a voice coming behind our chairs. I turned around and saw his face. Then it clicked.

“No way. You’re One Direction right?”

“Shhh, be quiet we’re the only people in here but there are people in the back. We don’t want them to here and come in here.” Harry remarked.

“Right. Sorry.” I just kind of looked down. “Oh, by the way I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you at first. I’m just really sleepy.”

“Its fine. We totally understand. You can go back to bed if you want?” Louis said from behind.

“Oh gosh. I feel like such a brat no.” I totally forgot to introduce myself to him. How rude could I really get? “I’m Tori.” Introducing myself to him now.

“It’s okay love.” I just sat there. I looked at my hands feeling like I was in an awkward position. So I just turned around to face the front.

“Look what I got Harry.” Said a blonde hair guy. He raised up the glass in his hand that he had gotten Harry. As soon as I knew it the plane had more turbulence and his drink splashed all over my face and of course my white shirt.

“Ah,” I screamed. “Oh my God, holy biscuits, fudge popsicles, that’s really cold.” I herd the boy start after I was done.

“I am so sorry.”

I got up trying to make it to the bathroom before my teal blue bra showed.

“Are you okay hun?” Harry asked.

“Excuse me. Can I get out please?” I wasn’t trying to be rude. I was just trying to get out. I ran down the aisle to the nearest bathroom. I quickly opened the door and walked in and shut the door. I looked in the mirror. Most of the… whatever it was got all over my shirt. Thank goodness it didn’t get on my shorts. I took off my shirt trying to find some way to dry it. My chest was now starting to get very sticky. I took a paper towel, soaked it with water, and added soap. I ringed it out and started whipping down my chest and stomach.

I noticed my bandage was still on but has blood spots on it. I could probably change it now. Even though it still hurt like heck. My thoughts got cut off by a knock on the door.

“Love, it’s me Zayn. I have an extra shirt if you want it?” He asked

“Yes, you’re a life saver.” I thought twice about opening the door because I was in my bra but I had to get it one way or another.

“I’m going to open the door. Don’t look.” I made sure he understood what I said.

“You got it.” I unlocked the door and slid it open to reveal him and he wasn’t looking. He turned with his eyes wide open and handed me the shirt.

“Hey, I said no looking.” I took the shirt and quickly closed the door. What a jerk! But then again I couldn’t help but giggle.

“If you knew me then you would know I don’t make anything official unless I make a promise. By the way nice body. I don’t think we fully met. I’m Zayn Malik.” I unfolded the shirt and put it on. It was an old Guns & Roses shirt. I opened the door.

“I’m Tori. And I don’t play with phonies.” I walked right past him and down the aisle. Until I got eye contact with Harry. I snuck past him and sat down.

“Nice shirt.” He commented.

“Thanks.”

I just sat there and starred out the window.

“Hey I am so sorry.” The blonde guy turned around again.

“It’s really okay. No big deal. Sorry if I came off a little… rude I guess.” I tried to smile though I felt bad.

“No, you were very nice surprisingly! I’m Niall by the way. Kind of a bad first impression huh?”

“I don’t like to think so. I give everyone second chances! I’m Tori by the way.” I relaxed in my chair now feeling better.

“Since were all introducing ourselves, I’m Liam.” A cute brown haired boy said who was sitting next to Niall.

“Tori.” I waved and smiled! A signature move to all girls who meet One Direction.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

He then turned around. I felt the stare of Harry, Louis, and Zayn on me. This is just lovely. How weird and strange had I felt?