Unknown Chances

Chapter Two

A/N: thanks guys for the reads, comments, and votes! Also, thank you Kate for being my writing buddy!  You guys should read her story; Forgotten Love :)  So without further ado, I give you Chapter Two!

The plane was small.  I tried to put my duffel bag above me, but it was no use.  I couldn’t stand on my foot.  Every time I would, a sharp pain shot up my leg.  I began to feel a warm tear slide down my cheeks.  I didn’t really know why I was crying.  I could withstand a lot of pain.  I got my bellybutton pierced without flinching, I broke my arm without crying, and I sprain my finger and refused painkillers because I was okay.  But my foot was making me cry?  I quickly wiped away my tear and held in my breath.  “1, 2, 3,” I whispered and pushed up on my feet.  I still couldn’t do it.

The flight attendant looks at me and I give her a smile.  I turned around and continue to stand holding onto the chair. 

“Need help, babe?”  I hear a voice say.

“I’m really okay,” I managed to let out without crying, “It’s just I can’t stand on my right foot.  I’ll be fine.” 

I still hadn’t looked at his face.  He sounded so familiar.  Did I know him?

“Here, let me help,” he says as he picks up my bag and shoves it into the small space.

“I’m Niall,” he says.

I quickly turn around to look at him. Niall Horan was standing in front of me.  I rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t imagining this.  I secretly had the biggest crush on him out of all the boys. 

“I’m Julia,” I say as I smile.

“Nice to meet you,” he says as his eyes twinkle, “my seat’s right next to yours.”

I quickly managed to reply the last minute.  Niall Horan was sitting next to me on an airplane.

I sit down and noticed that my palms were sweaty.  My knees were shaking and all I wanted to do was fangirl.  But I kept my cool.

“So where you from, love?” he says.

“Boston, Massachusetts,” I say, my accent sounding more proud than ever, "born and raised."

“Oh! A girl with an accent.  Sexy,” He says flirtingly mocking my accent.

“Funny,” I jokingly say in an Irish accent.

“Don’t disrespect my Ireland swag!” he yells sending the whole plane to look in our direction.  I blush.  

“Sorry,” he says, “just kidding about the accent thing,” he says.

I just smiled like an idiot.  So did he think it was sexy or not?  Anyways, it felt like we were on the plane for 6 six hours, when in reality we were only on it for 2. I could spend all day with this boy.  It was 10:00 Boston time when I fell asleep.  I awoke to the flight attendant handing out fruit snacks.  I looked around and saw that I had fallen asleep on Niall’s shoulder.  He looked at me and I looked at him.  For those few seconds, I saw his eyes open up, sparkle, and glisten.  His irises were dancing like snowflakes. 

“Look who’s up!” he says.

I smile and sit up.  The flight attendant hands Niall and I our fruit snacks, and we laugh at the 5 fruit snacks in the bag. 

“Open up,” he says.

I immediately take it the wrong way.  He was such a cheeky lad.  I opened my mouth and he threw a grape fruit snack right at my eye.  Obviously he did it intentionally.   I throw one at him back, but the flight attendant gives up a dirty look and we immediately stop.  He takes out a notebook and a pen.  He writes something on a piece of paper, and rips a small square; he folds it and hands it to me. I read it inside my head:  I LIKE YOU A LOT, JULIA.  HERE’S MY NUMBER:  405-867-8296

I start to smile like an idiot again.  I chuckle and tuck the paper in my pocket.  I pull out my phone and open my contacts, I hit add a new contact, I type in “Niall Horan”, and hand my phone to him.  He types his number in and hands it back.  He nudges closer to me.

“I guess writing my number down was too mainstream for you,” he whispers as he giggles. 

I nod my head.   I smile and nudge my head into his heck.  He kisses the top of my head.  Was I dreaming?  I’m on a plane with a famous singer and we are cuddling. 

I knew that telling him I wasn’t staying for good in Ireland would ruin it all, so I shut my mouth and played along.   I really liked him, and he liked me.  But I couldn’t stay; I was accepted into Harvard University.  I was just going to help my grandma.  I close my eyes.  Soon enough, I’m fast asleep.