Going the Right Direction(A One Direction Story)

Tapers and Airplanes

If you're wondering why he asked of my British accent, I honestly don't know why I have it, since both of my parents speak fluent English; Jazz and Hazz had it too, but they didn't question it. But since I didn't speak much to people in school, mine didn't change much. Wait.. Still? How could Paul know I had it?

"Oh, Paul? Uncle, Paul right..?" Why was the name 'Higgins' slightly familiar?

The voice on the phone chuckled: "Of course you don't know who I am.. I was your mothers' adopted brother.. They didn't like to speak of me much"

"Oh.." What was I supposed to say? I never really had heard of him anyways. And why had my "mother" never told me of him before? Ugh, they never tell me anything.

"So, I was calling 'cause well, I imagine that you already read the letter, right? Well she called me this morning and said something about having to leave earlier, I didn't think she would leave just like that.." There was silence. So Paul was in the plan too, huh?

"And since you're still underage, you'll have to come and live with me.. What do you think?" He continued

Well... I had no other choice; I guess I was going to live with this guy Paul.

"Okay.. Where do you live? I could get my stuff and go there now, if you want" Wow. My accent really thickened a lot.

He chuckled again. What the hell was so funny?

"Well, there is a slight problem.. One, I hope you don't mind traveling too much, and two.. I live right now in London, so I'm coming tomorrow at 8 pm to get you and then we'll go back" He finished.

Whoa. 

I lived in San Diego, and I was moving to London? Half-way across the world? Just, whoa.

"O-okay... That's great!" We exchanged numbers and I gave him my direction, he would come for me at 8 pm and we would be leaving at 9 pm., he murmured something about tight schedule and hanged up.

I went and cleaned my fresh cuts and then put my Beats by Dr. Dre on, it seemed like I had a lot of packing to do.

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It was 7:00 pm, next day. Everything had been neatly packed into two small suit cases. What had been my biggest problem were my scars. 

I had spent more than an hour putting make-up on and bandaging them. I didn't want to answer awkward questions or make bad first impressions, just like "mom" had said. The good thing was that in London the weather was colder and I could use long sleeves all I wanted. The tricky part was to see if I could stop my cutting. It seemed the best thing to do, after all, this was gonna be a new start. Right?

I looked at my reflection in the mirror:

I was averagely tall, and well, I had to admit I was skinny.. I barely ate anything these days. My hair was cherry red with black ends, I had painted it myself for my 17th birthday, but underneath all that paint, was a chestnut-colored hair. I also had changed my blue taper for my transparent one, so it didn't show much.. As for my lip ring, I still didn't know if I should take it off or not, same went to the one on my nose.

I ended up just taking the one on my nose away.. I was waaaay to attached to my double labret anyways.

At 8 pm exactly the doorbell ringed. I went to open the door and a tall, kinda muscular, guy was standing in front of me; he still felt somewhat familiar.. Where had I seen his face before?

"Hi Dai, I'm your uncle Paul" He smiled and stretched out his hand, no hesitation at all.

"Hi, um, do you want to come in?" I asked nervously, shaking his hand

"Actually we are in a bit of a tight schedule Dai, we need to leave now".

He replied seriously

"Oh ok, I'll go get my stuff.."

I wandered back into my house, taking one last look around.. I wonder how I had seemed to Paul. Did I seem to punk? Rebellious? I mean.. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a shirt from the Vans Warped Tour, black and white checkered vans, a black beanie and my bangs were kind of in my eyes that were covered in a light layer of eyeliner and mascara; don't forget the lip ring.. And since my hair was down, I guess he hadn't noticed the taper, I only had one on my right ear and it was a 10g, not to big anyways.

People always went for the punk label, not even stopping to check if I was or not (which I wasn't.. I think?). I hoped he didn't label me as emo, I hated it when people called me that.

"Um, Dai..? We really need to get going.." Paul called into the house, slightly annoyed

"Wut? Oh yeah, sorry, I'm coming" I mumbled. So much for good first impressions..

I locked the doors and turned to get into the.. Car? 

In front of me was a limousine, not a car. What kind of person was Paul, again?

I got in and closed the door, the car started to move instantly.

"You know, I was expecting more luggage for a girl your age, Dai" Paul smirked, making me forget how serious and business-like he seemed outside my house.

"Well, let's just say I like to keep it simple.." I smirked back, and it was true. I never wore nothing to self-conscious or attention seeking.. Just.. My style I guess. So that meant that I had a small wardrobe.

"So, what's with the limo?" I asked

"Well.. It happens to be that I'm part of the security team of a really famous band called-" Paul was interrupted by his ringing cellphone

"Excuse me" He said to me. "Yes? Yeah, I already picked her up, no, I really don't know if sh-, WHAT? Tell him to fix that immediately! I knew I shouldn't have left it there.. Listen you little.. Yes, yes, he can go out, just tell him not to try the same stunt from Australia, pass him to me, I need to tell him someth- I SAID PASS THE DAMN PHONE BOY! Damnit Harreh.. Thank you! Ugh.. Yes, listen, you try anything funny and you won't go out for a month-.." Paul continued ranting at the phone the whole ride until we were inside the airport. 

In fact, he stopped until we were on the plane and a flight attendance lady told him to shut it off. I let my mind wonder who this Harry guy was.

"Listen, just clean the bathroom AGAIN, the plane's leaving I got to go, yes yes I love you too, yeah, I'll tell her.. But you guys are introducing yourselves' at home.. I'm not giving her any explanations.. No, I don't know if she even likes our genre of music, I'll ask late- yeah yeah, love you too, look guys, I don't know, but she doesn't seem to be into that style of music.. You'll have to ask her yourselves', but I really don't kno- DAMNIT! BREAK ANOTHER THING AND YOU WILL BE SLEEPING OUTSIDE IN THE COLD! Damnit guys! Can't you just.. Yes, yes I still love you don't cry Nia-, you little prick! Stop laughi- just, NO! UGH, JUST BYE!" He shouted kinda’ flustered before he hanged up.

"I'm sorry, the boys come up with such things.." He apologized

"It's ok, I guess I'll have to get used to it anyways.. So what band are they from?" I asked curiously

Paul had closed his eyes and was massaging his temple.

"Ugh, they'll tell you when we get there.." He said sleepily

"But.." I started, then I noticed he was already asleep. "Damnit, Dai." I muttered to my self.

I took out my iPod and put a playlist I had made days ago: Fuckit; it was called.

Ah yes, sweet perfection. It started with Bring Me the Horizon's, Diamonds aren't forever; yes.. beautiful screams.. Then it continued with All-time low's, Weightless.. Ah yes, Asking Alexandria:

"I should've known, the tides where getting higher.. We can still survive!" I hummed along the voice of Danny Worsnop.

Soon enough, I was asleep as well.

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