One Direction And Another?

Niall-"You-you don't know what Pokemon is?"

Trigger warning: C-word is in this chapter(and will probably arrive in some other chapters, too.) Why? Fun fact: Niall is Irish(trying to be as accurate as possible with them here xD).

I stare, dumbstruck, at Keirall, tears seeping from her eyes as she tries unsuccessfully to contain her laughter. Out of all of the things I expected her to do, what she actually did wasn't even considered for the list.

Someone pokes me in the back, and I turn my head to face Liam, who's offering a hand. I take it gratefully, and he pulls me up with ease.

"Keirall, that was..."

"Pretty impressive? Absolutely amazing? I would have never imagined you have the strength?" She finishes teasingly, and I nod.

"Yeah! I can't exactly say I'm the lightest person on Earth, either-" I notice Harry agreeing enthusiastically, and punch him "-so, um well done." She laughs.

"Wow. I'm being congratulated for being strong. This will never happen again, so I'd better enjoy the moment." She closes her eyes in mock enjoyment, and Zayn shakes her shoulder.

"Sorry to intrude on your enjoyment, but I think we've got a plane to catch?" He turns to look behind me and takes a step back "We've also got company."

I turn to where he's looking, and see more girls coming towards us. Where the hell did they come from? Fans seem to materialize out of thin air these days.

"C'mon, let's go! Paul will have us slaughtered if we don't." States Louis, already moving towards the terminal, and I agree with him, running through a few more walkways until we all skid to a stop next to the terminal, bumping into each other as we do.

"Go go go go!" Exclaims Harry, motioning quickly to the door, where we can see we're the last to board.

The air hostess next to the boarding entrance smirks as we come in.

"Have you got your tickets, please?" She asks with innocence, and we look to each other, clueless.

"Paul has our tickets, doesn't he?" I realize, but the lady just laughs and tells us to hurry the hell up, the flight is near it's departure time.

"She must've had some fun teasing us, eh?" I say to Zayn, who grins in reply, before moving in front of me to get in the plane first. The familiar stuffiness of aeroplanes hit me, and I feel a slight pressure on my lungs like it's getting harder to breathe. I shudder, and Keirall looks at me in concern.

"Claustrophobia." I explain "Don't worry, it's only when I first get into a plane. After that it goes away."

She nods in understanding, and we're shown to the front of the plane, where the spacey, first class seats are.

"Ahh." I sigh, leaping into one of the seats and sinking into it's comfort. I could already feel the panic in my chest ebb away.

"Hey, move it, leprechaun, that seat's mine." Says Harry, smirking down at me. I ignore him, and snuggle more into the seat.

"No. Take my seat instead." I say stubbornly, and he goes and takes my ticket from Paul, before grinning.

"Are you sure about that? It's right next to Keirall, after all..." He's barely finished speaking before I rip the ticket from him and make my way to Keirall.

"Someone got a little crush, Nialler?" He whispers cheekily as I pass him, and I push him into his seat.

"Shut it, ya cunt." I whisper back, making him laugh and say something about how much he loved the Irish.