The "L" Word(Ariana Grande+1D Fanfic)

Chapter 4

"Do you have all your clothes packed?"

"Yup."

"How about your electrical items?"

"Definitely have it."

"What about-"

"Check."

"But I didn't even-"

"Loretta, chill out." I laughed and took a sip from my water bottle. The airport was very hot, why wasn't the air conditioners on again? Oh yeah, because I'm here in the wee hours of the morning.

You see, in Los Angeles airport, if an important celebrity (implying myself) has to make an important flight (let's say... to meet up with One Direction) the airport would immediately close down for said celebrity so they can get on their plane nice and easy, without any fans or crazy people bombarding us. Sorry arianators, you know I love you very much.

It's also early in the morning. Like... very early in the morning! Who cares what time it is, I'm up than what I usually prefer! My body is not use to this. Also, it's very hot now, especially since IT'S EARLY IN THE MORNING.

Loretta sighed. "I just want everything to go smoothly."

"It will. As long as the place won't crash," I joked and she swatted my arm.

"Ariana! I'm already jittery!" she scolded. "Anyway, you'll get on the plane, fly to Great Britain, and meet up with the rest of the boys. Then, you'll hang out for a bit, and go to rehearsal at five o'clock sharp before the concert starts."

"I know, I already have it written down in my notes," I mentioned.

"Good. Oh, and be nice to the boys," she says strictly.

"What makes you think I'm going to be mean?" I say, an amused smile laced around my lips.

"The fact that you had two fall outs with two boys," she reminded.

I frowned. "Please don't bring that up."

"Sorry," she apologized. "And don't fool around too much. This is business."

"We have to have a little fun." I pouted.

"Yeah, yeah." Loretta rolled her eyes. "And... no dating any of the boys. As I just said, this is business."

"Don't worry, it won't happen," I muttered. I'm so done with boys.

But I don't understand why she wouldn't want me dating any of the guys. Wouldn't it create more publicity? Not that I would want that, but Loretta is completely obsessed with that. I'm surprised she didn't encourage the idea.

"Trust me, I know what's best for you," she said.

"Flight 229 for Ariana Grande... you are now boarding," the intercom spoke throughout the mainly empty airport.

"I'm going to be flying tomorrow," Loretta said. "I have a meeting with one of my other clients later."

"Alright, um, bye," I said, rolling my suitcase with me as I made my way towards the gate.

"Have a safe flight!" she yells from behind me.

Yeah, like I can control that.

I sit in one of the seats of my private jet, buckling my seat-belts and shutting the shade of the small window down. I take my blanket and lay it over my, and plugged my earbuds into my ears and turning my music on shuffle. Laying my head back on the pillow, I closed my eyes and felt the plane shift into the air.

-

"Miss Grande, may I help you with your bags?"

My chauffeur, Lance, was persistent to get ahold of my "Hello Kitty" suitcase, probably due to the fact that Loretta gave him a big tip. I wouldn't let this man touch my favorite suitcase if it's the last thing I do.

"No, thank you," I say politely.

We get to the limo, and I could already tell a few of my British fans are here, taking photos of me in my dark blue sweatpants and grey sweatshirt. My hair is all messed up, and I'm not wearing makeup. Ugh.

After a few minutes of driving (Lance did, not me. Everyone drives on the other side!) the limo comes to a stop, and I get out. It is now... twelve in the afternoon, and I am standing in front of the huge tour-bus I share with One Direction.

Taking a deep breath, I walk up to the door of the bus and press my ear to it, making sure that they are inside. After hearing voices, I confirm my thoughts and open up, walking inside.

They're wrestling. One Direction is wrestling. Harry has Niall in a headlock and Louis is swatting Zayn's ass. With the exception if Liam, he's in the corner, reading a book.

"Um, hi," I awkwardly spoke up.

They all stopped what they were doing, and turned to me. All of their faces turned bright red, and got out of the positions they were recently in. Damn, I should have taken a picture.

"Hi, we're One Direction," they say in unison and Louis adds, "Sorry, it's kind our thing, even though it's quite carrot-y."

"Carrot-y?" I questioned.

"Fans who don't really know their facts and think we're still at our early ages of fame," Zayn explains.

I let out a laugh. "And why are they called carrots?"

"Because Louis made the mistake of his lifetime," Niall giggled. "When asked what he looks for in a girl, he replied with, 'I like girls who eat carrots.'"

And I totally got it. That's when fans took that as an advantage and probably did everything that had to do with carrots.

"In my defense, I was in a sleepy state and I didn't know what we were doing," Louis said.

Liam stands up and gives me a warm smile. "Let's get you settled in, yeah?"

I felt the bus lurch forward, noticing that we were already driving. "Uh, sure."

I follow him to the bunks, and Liam pointed to the bottom bunk on the right side, "Here, you can have the one under mine."

"Thank you," I say, gratefully. These boys are a whole lot gentlemanly than I thought.

"No problem. The closets are over there, and if you need anything, just ask," he says with a smile.

He left the room and I got all my stuff set, even replacing the ugly brown comforter on the bed with my pink one. At least I know what's mine now.

Feeling exhausted, I laid down on the bed, yawning in the process. I think I'm going to have a great time here.