The Kidnapper

Flight To Love (part 1)

IT'S BEEN A REALLY HARD TIME FOR THE TOMLINSON FAMILY AFTER LOOSING ONE MORE MEMBER OF THIER FAMILY. I HAVE BEEN DEEPLY MOVED BY THE NEWS OF FELICITE PASSING AWAY. SHE WAS A WONDERFUL DAUGHTER AND A RESPONSIBLE SISTER OF SIX. SHE WAS A VERY YOUNG AND A TALENTED TEEN AND DIDN'T DESERVE DEATH. R.I.P. FIZZY YOU WILL RESIDE IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER.

DEAR READERS, 

                              JUST IN CASE YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THAT IS SHE IS LOUIS TOMLINSONS' SISTER. THIS STORY IS DEDICATED TO LOVELY FELICITE TOMLINSON.

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Felicite Tomlinson

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I was on my flight from my home to Toronto, looking out of the small window and listening to my favourite songs by Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift. There was a TV screen right in front of me but the white clouds were more interesting than anything around. Eventually, it got dark outside and I lost interest with the fading clouds. I just leaned back on my seat, closed my eyes and some memories flashed back in my mind. My first day in Toronto when I was just a psychiatry student at the University of Toronto. Not just a month then my dreams, my career, my life everything changed forever.
On a shopping day at a mall, I encountered a man who changed my life forever. He was the casting director of a magazine called "C Official" which was very famous in Canada. He talked to me regarding the cover shoot but I denied him thrice until I was sent a letter officially by the founders and directors. I always thought of fame but deep inside I knew that I would never get fame, but that guy, the casting director Mr Martin Jones really changed everything for me. He helped me through all ups and downs. No matter what he was always by my side, changing me from a medical student into a stunning model Canada would die for. I didn't belong to Canada but all I knew was that now it resided in every drop of blood inside me.
I woke up to my teammates Kate Newton my manager and Alice Lister my assistant manager chattering over fast. I checked my watch there was only one hour left for landing at the Toronto Airport. I got fresh, had my breakfast and was prepared to breathe the Canadian air I had been missing the past two weeks on my break from work. The flight had landed by seven in the morning, I collected my luggage and walked out with dozen of guards around me as the paparazzi could jump over me. I put on my shades as we got outside the airport and saw Mr Martin Jones standing there waiting for me. I ran to him just like how a little daughter would run to her father when she met him after a long time.

I hugged him and said, "I missed you so much uncle Jones".

He replied hugging me back, "even I did miss you, dear".

Mr Jones never had a family of his own, his wife divorced after three months of their marriage and went for another guy who was rich. Later when his career took flight he earned a great deal and planned to marry again. She lost her life giving birth to their first baby girl after two years of their marriage. His daughter too died of blood cancer at seven. He often told me that I remind him of Briana, his daughter. I was happy that he took me like a daughter. He was my away from home father.

I and my team were driven to my house by Mr Jones. He dropped us and handed Alice with my next days' schedule. That whole day I took rest decided to Kick off to work the next day.

Next part coming soon 😉😉.