I packed one last jumper in my suitcase before zipping it, pushing it towards the bedroom door.
I left a note on the kitchen counter before running out to catch a cab to the airport.
This is it. I will finally be reunited with Harry. It was late, almost two in the morning. But my mother would never have let me go to London alone. So I was leaving a note, sneaking out, then flying to see my best friend. I don’t even know if we are best friends anymore.
I took a look in the mirror in the bathroom at the airport. Not that it mattered; my hair would just get messed up in the airplane. I fussed with the auburn mass of curls anyways. I hated curling my hair, but I felt like I should put in a little extra effort because its been two years! I decided to do my makeup in the bathroom at the airport when I landed.
They called for boarding for my flight. I took a deep breath, letting it out. This is it. I’m going to London. I handed the attendant my ticket, then walked down the hallway and onto the plane. I sat in my first class seat, knowing it was a wise investment when they closed the door, silencing the general seating. I plugged in my earphones and turned on my iPod, closing my eyes. I frowned as I heard many loud voices entering the plane. Opening my eyes, I saw a blonde boy walk in, laughing loudly, talking with a thick irish accent. Another boy walked in, he looked quite middle eastern with his olive complexion and dark hair and eyes. He had a blonde streak that accented hi enormous quiff. The third one seemed really loud and boisterous, almost like the ringleader, but the only thing he really ran were the shenanigans. A fourth boy walked in, and he was very quiet, but laughed with the rest of the boys, he seemed pretty calm and collected, maybe he just hadn’t had any coffee yet. Finally, a fifth and final boy walked in. He was staring at the ground, curls flopping around. He seemed tired, like he didn’t get enough sleep. He looked up and met my eyes. I gasped. It was Harry.
He smiled lightly at me, and I quickly removed the shocked look on my face before they freaked out because they thought I was a crazed fan. I snuck glances at them again. So the blonde one was Niall, the one with the quiff was Zayn, the loud one was Louis, and the other was Liam. That’s why they were familiar. And Harry. I couldn’t believe it was him. It only got more unbelievable when he sat down next to me.
“Hello, love! Whats your name?” My eyes bugged out of my head. Do I tell him now or later?
“Mellissa.”
“Oh, that’s a nice name. I’m Harry Styles.” I laughed at the expression on his face. I knew it all too well. It was the, I’m awesome face he would always give me when he beat me at games when we were little.
“I know, silly. I’m fairly certain everyone knows you.” I said with a smile. “At least all the ladies.” I added, taking out my earphones. “So headed to London?”
“Yeah, we’ve got a meet and greet today. My hand will hurt so bad by the end I wont even be able to move it.”
“Damn right.” Louis turned around in his seat. “I’m Louis!”
“I’m Mellissa.” I waved shyly.
“So are you a fan of our band?” He asked. I shrugged.
“Sort of.” I said with a sad face.
“Whats wrong?” Louis asked.
“Hm? Oh, nothing, I just remembered something.” I covered the sadness with a fake smile.
“Oh, well is there anything you want to know about any of us? I hate plane rides so I like to make new friends and talk to them.”
“Ah, I gotcha.”
