Better Than Before (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 6 Screaming French Ladies

Hi! Here's another chapter. It's sorta short, but I'm busy today, so it was hard for me to even update this. Please comment, become a fan, and vote! Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

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K<3

Chapter 6

Claudia's POV

I sat in the terminal of where I was going to be boarding, waiting for my flight to be called, tears pouring down my face, sobbing softly. This was going to be dreadful, absolutely awful. Zayn was going to make my life miserable, but I knew all of his childhood secrets as a weapon. One misstep and- BAM- the whole world, or at least his friends, would know that he wasn't off training wheels until he was 10, or that he entered a bake-off when he was 12. Mwah ha ha. Don't think that way, I told myself. Think positive thoughts. Everything will be okay. It'll all turn out alright. I stopped crying. I think I was all cried out.

"Flight 6-0-7, you will now be boarding," A voice on the intercom said.

I took my small suitcase and went to the lady at the desk. She scanned my ticket, and I went to find my seat.

F-2, F-2, where is F-2? Oh, there it is. I sat down and realized I was sitting between 2 cute guys. Maybe this plane ride wouldn't be so bad after all.

I should back up and explain. I've only been on a plane once before- when we came over from West Yorkshire. That was a horrible 10 hour flight, with lots of turbulence. Daisy and Malli were crying, Ivy Rose and I were scared out of our minds, and Mum just sat there looking pale. I'm still terrified of planes.

I realized the 2 guys were staring at me. "Um, hi," I said, smiling, "Do you 2 want to sit next to each other, and I'll move over?"

They kept staring. Was my hair messy? My make up couldn't be smeared, since I didn't put any on. My hair had better not be messy. I hadn't bothered to really style it, just let it float freely. The guy to my left pointed to the seat number. I didn't understand until a third guy walked up. Oh my God, that says E-2, not F-2! I apologized and quickly moved a row back. The third guy sat down and they started speaking in a different language...Spanish? Oops! Well at least my hair isn't messed up.

People always tell me I have really pretty hair, and I guess I do. I've never cut it. I just trim the split ends sometimes. My hair is so long I can easily sit on it, but I don't because that hurts. It's like Zayn's, dark and straight. I use all sorts of things on it- mousse, hairspray, glitter spray, styling gel, you name it, I used to have it. Now I just have the 4 previously mentioned because I have a low budget for things that I can live without. Today my hair just sparkles a little and hangs down my back. I'm wearing one of Ivy Rose's old outfits- a sequined pink tank-top with a white skirt embroidered in pink sequins. I'm also wearing an old pair of sparkly pink flip-flops. Okay, so I have a teeny tiny sparkle obsession. Maybe a big one...But really, who doesn't love sparkles?! The outfit was actually from when Ivy Rose was maybe 14, because she's so tall and I'm only 5'3" even now, while she towers at 5'9".

I sat down between 2 old ladies. They started talking in French, I think, across me. Oh, gosh. What was with the internationality of this flight?

We finally started down the runway. The French ladies started screaming their heads off. Oh, yay! This should be fun.

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We finally took off, up, up, up into the sky. I've always thought French people are really neat. Not so neat when they're making you deaf. I tried comforting them, but they just screamed louder. I pressed the button that signals a flight attendant. She came over and said something in French. They stopped screaming. Weird.

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I slept through most of the flight. Finally, I heard, "This is your pilot speaking. Please prepare for landing, as we will be descending momentarily." He repeated it in multiple other languages, and the ladies started screaming again. Great, I'm going to meet the most famous boyband on Earth and I'm going to look completely hassled. My hair's probably a dreadful mess. Wait, am I really thinking that? I hate One Direction! Right?

Author's Note

Screaming French ladies! What do you think of that?! Haha. Please comment, become a fan, and vote. I wanna hear from you!

Love,

K<3