A once in a life time opportunity (One Direction fanfic)

Up up and away

Hi I skipped a day cos I got bored of them being in England and I wanted more to happen. Please keep reading!

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Sara xox

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Frankie's P.O.V

We had just arrived at the airport. It was a lovely day, not warm, but for England if it wasn't raining then it was good. To be fair though the sun was out. I was wearing my my black dip hem skirt with a light grey top, the sleeves on the T-shirt were those kind of shot sleeves where they where shot but folded over once at the top. It's hard to explain. I was also wearing my neon pink vans. Georgie was wearing purple ripped shorts and a white sleeveless top with a gold sequinned collar tucked in she was wearing her Nike high tops. Her blond hair was curled down past her shoulders. A brisk wind swept past my legs so I decided to get out my black leather jacket with studies on the shoulders.

We were sitting on a row of seats waiting for the doors to our light to open.Georgie had already been to America so she was fine. Where as I was a bit nervous. I was scared of flying at the best of times but being stuck in the same seat for 11 hours with no way out was terrifying. I'm guessing Georgie had sensed my nerves and she pulled me into a side hug.

'It's alright hun, iv done it before its not hat bad,' she said trying to comfort me. It helped a little but not enough to take my mind of what would happen if the little ton can wet were flying in decided to stop working and fall from the sky, causing us to plummet to our deaths.

'Stop it,'

'Stop what?'

'Thinking about how many ways you could die on this plane,' she said strictly, reading my mind.

'Well there's a lot,' I mumbled. Just then a voice from about announced that our flight was ready to be boarded.

'Lloyd I die and you survive, tell my mum I love her,' I gushed dramatically.

'Sure. Now get in the plane,' Georgie said unsympathetically.

'Fine,' I sighed, finally giving in.

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We were sitting in our seats you'd think if they were flying you off to meet One Direction they could at least afford to upgrade us. But no. We are stuck on these cramped and uncomfortable seats.

I checked my seat number again haha I was seating In seat 69. I giggled at my immaturity.

The stewardess was showing us the nearest exit. I zoned out a bit then. I was mainly concentrated on the magazine tucked into the pouch on the back of the seat in front of me. It had 'Cono Maynard can't say. O to America' scrawled over the front page. Conor Maynards going to America! I thought to myself. I had to read more. I took the magazine out of its holding place and opened it to page 31 to see Conor's face stretched out across the two page spread.

I began to read the article when I felt the plane jerk forward. My head snapped to the window. Yep. We were moving alright. Speeding down the run way, my hands clutching the chair for dear life. I clamped my eyes shut. I hate take off. It's the worst bit. I could feel the plane tilting upwards. My eyes clenched even tighter. I could hear Georgie's light laugh next to me but I didn't dare open my eyes to glare at her. The plane began to level slightly so I opened my eyes once again, slowly.

I vision adjusted to the bright sun as we were now above the clouds. I couldn't help but think the view was beautiful, however high we were. My view was disrupted by the smirk on Georgie's face.