I'm the President's Daughter

Soarin' Flyin'

Why must I wake up at the buttcrack of dawn to fly to the U.S? Hopefully no one cares that I wore sweats to greet my parents, because I could care less. I had always hated flying since I was a little girl, but now it is how I get around to places, I even have my own bodyguards in the U.S., just for safety precautions of course. But in the UK, I'm normal. I'm not the one having to be ushered from class to class, because that has happened in the past, I'm just a girl, and I couldn't love it more. Pulling up to the airport is the biggest let down ever. There's a million paps everywhere and all I wanted to do was walk on the airplane with NO photographs. Is it really that hard to do???? I guess I have to change. I signaled the driver to pull around to the front and let me change in the bathroom. I grabbed the smallest suitcase and hoped for a suitable outfit to get photographed in. I ran to the bathroom with my head down and popped open my suitcase. Luckily fate was on my side here, I found my baby pink dress my mom bought for me to fly home in on visits and my white heels to go with it. How lucky am I, sigh. I changed and looked in the suitcase for some hair accessories. My mom also bought me a hat, but that won't ever be worn in my lifetime so I might as well leave it. Jk jk, she would kill me. I looked in the mirror and cringed. This dress is too long, now I'm not slutty but it went 2 inches below my knees and it was skin tight just to my knees and 2 inches of ruffle. I tore off the ruffles and folded the dress underneath and raised it to lower thigh. So much better. I looked in the mirror once more giving myself one more look. Better than it could ever look. I walked out of the airport head held high, I can't be putting off an image that I'm depressed about going home, that's bad publicity. I waited for the driver to open my door an drove off onto the runway. He opens my door and the cameras instantly flash in my direction. So many weird things are being spat at me. "Are you going home with the band?" "Why are you leaving the UK?" "Do you even like going back home?" I stop at the stairs to give a short interview. It is always nice to give them some information as well as being completely secure about everything.

"Miss, why are you going back to the US? Is there some kind of problem that you are going back for?"

"No problems, just missing my family. I'm going back to visit my family while I'm on break of my studies here in the UK."

"How long will you be gone? We can't stand to be left by you!"

"Why thank you! But whenever I feel like coming back to continue my studies I will, but until then I'm off to the US. Thank you for talking with me."

After that dreadfully fake interview of my personality I walk onto the plane. I flop off my shoes and lay on the couch, not being very ladylike at all. I grab a bag of chips and flick on the tv. I'm going to have to get used to this, wait I already am!! The door to the plane opens and I immediatley sit straight up and put on my totally cute shoes that hurt my feet. I threw the potato chips on the floor and stood up. I hear screams. Is someone being assasinated??? OH no it is going to be me. WTF. Why is One Direction on my plane?? GTFO. This is not okay. All five of them walk on the plane and stare at  me. What have they not seen an attractive teenage girl before. LOL i make myself laugh. Shit say something.

"Hi, I'm Melanie Smith. Nice to meet you."

"I'm sorry, but we are really tired and need a break from publicity for a while. Could you please get off the plane, this is a direct flight to Washington D.C., United States. So if you don't mind." Liam said as he motioned for me to get off the plane. I laughed right in his face and plopped down exactly where I was before, throwing my shoes off.

"I'm sure your a big fan but we need to get a move on and the President is awaiting our arrival. Is there anything you want us to sign before we depart?" Niall said.

"My ass. Sit down. I'm supossed to be on this plane too. Now shut up because we all have a long flight to my country." I say with a smirk on my face. Zayn got up and talked to the security guard. They glanced at me and the security guard laughed and walked over to me.

"Are you going to tell them Mel?" Bill asked. (The security guard)

"Nahh let them be shocked. Just say I'm a winner of some contest that gets to spend a day at the white house with them. That will get them good." I say and Bill and I do our secret handshake. Bill walked back over to the boys and explained everything to them. They all looked at me with guilty eyes. Woah these boys are easy to trick, good thing I'm a great actor. I walked over to them and asked for a picture with them for my yearbook. LOL i don't have a yearbook. They took the picture and i went back to my seat and put in my headphones to fall asleep. I was soon awoken by Louis saying we have arrived. Time to put my plan into action. I texted my mom and dad the heads up and not to greet me as their daughter until night time, they were hesitant at first but gave in after a tad bit of convincing. The boys surrounded me as we walked out of the plane because of all the paps, some screamed my name but they didn't even notice, thank god!!!! We arrived to the White House in 15 stressful minutes. I haven't set foot in this place in months. I hope I still know my way around, well of course I do, I have my own hallway. It has been about 4 hours since we have been inthe White House and my plan could not be going more perfectly.