What Makes You Beautiful

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

"Ayley!"

I felt someone nudging my arm.

"Ayley! Wake up!"

It was Stefanie. I woke up to see it was pitch dark outside and the airport had a lot less people in it than before.

"It's 12:15! You need to get on your plane!" She said.

"Shit!" I said as I got up. "Thank you!"

"Here." She handed me my bag. "Go!"

I hugged her.

"Thank you Stefanie!" I called as I walked to the lady taking boarding passes.

"Thank you!" She echoed. "I won't forget this!"

"Me either!"

She started crying. I handed the lady my boarding pass.

"Thank you." She said as she scanned it and gave it back. "Enjoy your flight."

"Thanks." I smiled as I walked through the tunnel to the plane where I was greeted by two flight attendants.

"Good evening." One said (I wasn't sure how 12:15am classified as 'evening' but I went with it). "May I see your boarding pass?"

I handed it to her.

"You're right this way." She said as she simultaneously handed me back my ticket and showed me where my seat was.

"Thank you."

"Thank you and enjoy your flight."

She smiled a creepy flight attendant smile and I sat down in my seat. I got the window seat. There was two empty seats beside me. Majority of the plane was filled with travellers. I fastened my seatbelt and waited for takeoff. I knew there was no point in trying to sleep because it was only a 40-minute flight to Toronto. I could sleep on the next plane.

Slowly, the plane filled with people. An older couple sat beside me. They looked nice, probably around mid seventies. The woman was wearing a yellow knit sweater and pink pants and the man was wearing a grey collared t-shirt, and black pants with black suspenders. He also had on a black French-looking hat. Both had snow white hair and wrinkles all over, and both had glasses. The woman's glasses had one of those strings that keep your glasses around your neck. Hers had soft pink pearls on it.

"Hello to you." The woman said to me.

She was definitely Scottish, I could tell by her very strong accent. From knowing and talking to Niall, I could distinguish between Scottish and Irish accents, which I knew not many people could. She sat beside me, while her husband took the aisle seat.

"Hello." I smiled.

"You look tired, you poor thing."

"I am tired." I yawned.

"Where might you be going?" She asked.

"London." I yawned again.

"Oh fun." She said. "And why might you be headin' there?"

"Visit my boyfriend."

"Ahh." She nudged my arm. "We're going home to Scotland."

I knew it.

"Cool." I half-smiled.

"We won't be on the same plane after this one, then."

"Probably not."

My phone rang. It was Niall.

"Niall? I thought your phone was dead. We're about to take off, I'm supposed to have my phone off."