Up All Night (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter One: Greetings and Encounters

Kaila's P.O.V.

My music is blaring in my room as I sit and wait for the clock to turn 12 midnight. Yes! It's official I'm 18 now. I can be away from everything. Now nobody can stop me. I am free to do whatever. Granted I did that before but now I can do it legally. I pick up my bag and walk out the front door. I have a plane to catch out of the United States and into Europe.

At the airport the security takes twice as long as usual. Why is the airport so crowded it's 2 in the morning? I am running through the airport hallways filled with strangers in the same amount of panic as I am. My bags are flopping behind me against my back as I dart through the building. As I'm running I fall into someone and all my bags fall onto the dirty tile floor including my boarding pass, plane ticket, and passport. "Oh great," I mumble to myself. "Oh no big deal we'll just clean it up. All we have to do is pick up a few pieces of paper and your bag which remains unopened so I don't know why you're getting your knickers in a bunch," a boy about my age, with a British accent answers. As much as I am already starting to hate this guy after about 2 minutes, I must admit he is really cute and his British accent is so hot. The guy has dark curly hair that surrounds his semi-pale face that is covered by light acne and his big green eyes that have hints of gold in them. He picks up my passport and says, "Well Kaila Fisher watch where you're going next time. Other guys might not be as nice." He winks and walks away. I begin to walk and just think. Nice? What part of what he just did, did he consider nice? First he slams into me. Then he says I have my knickers in a bunch, whatever the hell that means. After that he steals my passport and looks at private information. Then he hits on me! Why would I want him hitting on me? Yeah he was cute. Yeah he had an accent which pushed him from cute to hot, but still the guy was a jerk.

I finally get to the little waiting room for my plane. It is about time I get here. I feel like I have been walking for hours. Plus sitting feels terrific. I take a deep breath and sigh. The person next to me does it at the same time. And also simultaneously we both look over. Of course, sitting next to me is the jerk who creeped on my stuff. Once again at the same time we say, "Oh wonderful just what I need."

Harry's P.O.V

The boys and I finish packing. We can finally leave the states and go back home, back to England. I take a deep breath and Liam hears. "What's wrong Hazza?" Liam asks like a concerned father. "I'm just going to miss this place. Kind of, I mean the fans are amazing. The food is good. No Nando's but still good. New York is just great. The veiw when you're in a penthouse of a hotel is magnificent. Everything is great it's just no England. I'm glad we're going back. I really missed it." I respond. Liam just nods his head in agreement. We walk out the door and back into the world. There is a big black car waiting to take us to the airport. Louis, Niall, and Zayn are already in the car. They are all play on their phones. Louis I suppose is texting Eleanor because he has a grin from ear to ear. Zayn and Niall are most likely just playing crappy games to pass the time. Liam and I hand our suitcases to Paul who puts them in the trunk as Liam and I climb into the car.

We arrive at the airport and it is surprisingly crowded for 2 in the morning. The boys and I are taking a flight back home at a weird time so we won't have to deal with fans. Don't get me wrong we love our fans but sometimes we just need to be normal. When we get into the airport we pass security easily and I go get some gum to help my ears from popping while the rest of the boys go straight to the waiting room reserved for our plane. We decided that since we are taking a plane at an odd time we didn't need our private jet.

I get a text from Louis saying, Where are you? You need to hurry, Paul is getting mad. I buy the gum and I start darting through the building towards the area where all the boys are. On my way a girl and I run into each other. She looked a little lost but she was super cute. Her wavy dark brown hair looked so natural paired with her light pink eye shadow and lipstick that was hard to notice. Her cheeks were rosy red and her eye liner looked so perfectly done that I could have sworn it was done by a professional. To be fair I don't exactly know it wasn't done by a professional but she didn't peg me as one of those girls who gets her make-up done professionally. Her bag falls on the ground along with a bunch of papers. "Oh great," she mumbles. "Oh no big deal we'll just clean it up. All we have to do is pick up a few pieces of paper and your bag which remains unopened so I don't know why you're getting your knickers in a bunch," I say to her. I try to be a bit flirty but it's too weird of a time and place to be my normal flirty self. I see her passport on the ground so I pick it up and read the name, Kaila Fisher. "Well Kaila Fisher watch where you're going next time. Other guys might not be as nice," I say with a wind and walk away. Dammit why didn't I say my name? Now she probably thinks I'm a creeper. I do know one thing if I see her again I'm playing it cool like she did.

I find my way to the waiting room for our plane and sit down in an empty seat far away from the boys. I swear they are mind readers because they can always tell what I'm thinking and I don't want them making fun of me right now. I see someone sit next to me but I'm not bothered to look who it is. I let out a loud sigh and so does the person next to me. I look over and simultaneously the person next to me does too. Yes! Kaila, the girl from the hallway is sitting next to me. Okay play it cool Styles. "Oh wonderful just what I need." I say. Yes! I must have nailed it because she said the exact same thing.