A/N: This does not connect to my other fanfics, but there will eventually be a Harry Styles one. THIS IS ALLLLL NEW BABY :)
--kinda hyper.
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----Fiona's P.O.V.----
I never wanted to move, I never said I did. My boss decided it'd be a 'good idea!' but really, I hated it. I had friends, I had people who actually cared for me. But of course, it all has to end when all the bad stuff ends. I would've said 'no' if it didn't result on loosing my job. I'm eighteen! I need the money more than anything. My boss, Carl, was paying for everything just so I could write an article on why 'everyone is in love with England right now!'. So, here I was, on a long plane ride from New York to London. Everything was changing. My almost-fiance (highschool sweetheart) dumped me, my friends made NEW friends, and my family could care less. I think the one friend that was going to miss me was Juliette. Sadly, I was thousands of miles away.
"You look really unhappy," I heard the guy say next to me. I rolled my eyes and ignored his accent. I didn't really care about how it was going to be, but I wanted to be happy. I was happy in New York, but now? I didn't want to go.
"Yes, yes she does!" Some idiot blurted. I knew everyone was looking at him, well, it was a plane ride! Aren't you supposed to be quiet?
I ignored him too, and flipped my book another page forcefully. The bottled water spilled all over my blouse when I accidentally nudged it with my elbow. I huffed in frustration and startled cleaning by picking up the now-empty water bottle. "Here, let me help," The guy next to me said, agian, in his accent.
"No, it's my fault, I got it," I replied, soaking the napkins I recieved earlier. I moved my head up but only collided with him.
"Ow! I'm sorry, my fault!" He said, raising his head of dark curls to reveal green eyes.
"No, I'm fine, no worries!" I said back, trying not to look stupid. He wasn't ugly..and he looked really familiar.
His hands were soaking up the cold water, occasionally brushing on my leg. Sparks flew.
Fiona! Stop that! You're not falling for anyone here, it's only a six month trip. Do you really think he's going to love you? No. He's going to play you, like everyone else!
I shook my head and helped him in silence. I turned to see his friend chuckling with another friend. How many friends was this guy with? First class was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. "Thanks, I think..."
"Of course. What's your name?" He asked, waving his hand in dissmissal.
"Fi-Fiona. Your's?"
"Harry," His friend answered for him. I giggled and Harry shook his head, flopping his curls around.
"And that's Louis," Harry grinned.
"Why coming from New York with a british accent?" I asked curiously.
They looked at eachother, confused. What did I say? "We're from England orginially, just, well...visiting, I guess you could say," Louis said, hesitating.
Harry smiled and said, "Yes, visiting..."
I looked creeped out, or as I assumed. He sounded sinister. Actually, he must've been around my age. We talked most of the way to England, before I started to drift off. And then I thought,
Maybe England isn't so bad after all.
----Harry's P.O.V.----
Her laugh was perfect, so I kept cracking jokes. She fell asleep, resting her blond head onto my shoulder. Her hair wasn't bleach, but it was blond. I liked it. The aroma was like a rose; beautiful scents of her hair were surrounding me. I rested my head onto hers and closed my eyes. Her eyes were hazel, which changed colors a lot. When she was sad, they were gray. When she was smiling, they were almost green. When she was reading, they were brown. All of her emotions were told in her eyes, and I liked that. More time passed and eventually, I was the only one awake. I noticed her top button was undone. I grinned, trying to peek.
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