How I met Him: A One Direction (Fanfiction)

28: "Newyork Madness"

Lights came flashing to my puffy eyes from the window beside me. I frown on the smell of old socks plus liquor hurdled my bundle. I really don't like it. If I could just tell this man to shoo'd away, believe me I would bloody do it. I tried to hold my nose and breath on my mouth but its no use, its a heck!

A girly voice caught my attention to buckle up. Probably one of my happy thoughts and excitment to get the hell outa here! I shuffled my bag to find my mirror. A crunching paper touches my skin beneath my bag, I took it and saw.... it was a beautiful picture we took on the mall on Paris. I didnt know what to feel this time all I know is from the moment I left, the only thing I did was cry. Tears slowly fiddle my eyes. For like a month with them it was like a year. I didnt want to leave, I didnt want to leave them specially Harry who doesnt even cared about me I guess. I want to stay. But I cant. I hate you Harry. I wish I never met you. No No, I should take that back, meeting them was one of the most greatest thing that happend to me its just, I wish everything was just full of smiles not pains. Besides Harry has a new girl now maybe a tons actually. The moment I saw her with another girl that time I realize that I was just nothing to him even if he gave me that....

"Are you ok?," A deep voice pats me out realizing that it was the smelly liquorish man. He was a bit more like the looks of a senior, got some little beard on his chin, his stomach hollowed out like jollibee. Well smaller maybe. He was english. I nod on his question and lie that I was ok. He then offers me a roll of tissue of his own. I didnt notice that I was crying more than ever. I blew my nose eternaly and gave him a nod mumbling ,"Thanks,"

He smiles as I handle his unuse tissues back to him. By the looks on this man I guess he knew that I needed space and privacy of my life. I slid the picture on my bag again. I had a hand over my mirror flipping it open. And I saw the most ugliest creature on it. My hair was smashed up, my eyes was swallen and I even look like a walnuts. At somepoint I think why does the lads still look fresh everytime they have a long flight and I look like a mess. I hurried on putting a slight make up just to hid those dark circles and eye bags that magically went out. My dried and pale face had to have color but now its seems like it never had any of it. As I did my best to cover things up. I could say its 80 ish percent ok now. I tried to take my phone out because of the vibrating ding it did and it slid off my hand falling from the floor. I motioned my hands taking it. The big old guys reaches his hands on the phone he snaps it and he stayed stop. He was like astonished on my phone. Maybe because it was my wallpaper of me and the lads maybe he knows One Direction. I awkwardly took my phone away from him smirking and as I turn around I rolled my eyes.

It was about time to go, first rows first before second. By the time the others had gotten out. I fix my bag and waited for the big man to make his way. Before he goes, he stands, patting my back and says "Follow your heart," At his words I stumble. Not realizing what his name or who he was but I know for sure that there is something about this man. Same as with Mama peppita and Mr. Pier Oh how I miss them.

"Ma'am? Its time to go." The tall blonde stewardess broke my thoughts and pats my back. I wiggle my head nodding awkwardly taking my bag I quikly went out to find that big old guy. I really wanted to know his name their was something about him, his familliar. I dodge my way pushing some other passengers. Yeah I was a bit rude. I make my way on the airports lobby. He just vanish in mid air. I frown as I walk on to get my luggage. After that I headed to the waiting's area, shifting my weight on my left leg while crossing my arms, waiting for my old bushy dad. I turn around reading the names waved up it was Kary Flick, Jon Jen, Robert Williams and luckily the greatest sign of all glowed infront of me is. 'Darciane! Thats my baby!' With an arrow pointing at me awkwardly. Well I did expect that. Dad.

I moan and grin with disbelief heading my way to him, my dad quikly throws his arms giving me a huge cuddly bear hug. It was a bit embarrassing because I was to big to be lifted up by my dad. "My lityle princess! I thought you'd never come" he whails, smooching my hair into a mess.