Wish Upon A...Pop Star?

Chapter One - The Airport

I was twelve years old when my parents got divorced. Which wasn't really such a young age compared to my sister who was only six. Even though there are kids who's parents get divorced when the kid is like four, i still think my sister was to young to fully understand the changes that divorce can bring to a young child. I am now seventeen, almost eighteen years old living half a year in New York City and half a year in London. It is a little complicated going back and forth from one school to another, but it was worth it because I got to spend time with both parents when some children don't even get to spend time with either. 

Both my sister and I are getting ready to leave New York and fly off to London to visit our father. Obviously our mother is the one who lives in New York and who we most recently had spent our time with. Anyways, my sister, Ava, was annoying me with her singing and obnoxious dancing. I love my dad way more than I think she does. So I thought I was the one who was going to be the most excited to go to London out of the two of us. But I am starting to rethink that logic. She is so super excited to go to London because -according to her- that is where her five future husbands live. I keep telling her they would never love her back, but I started to realize how much her expression changes asI tell her this. She truly is in love with them. 

"You know One Direction are going to London today also? They are in this airport to! I must find them!" she tells me like I actually give a shit. Which I don't. 

"Cool for them!" I reply back with an extremely sarcastic tone. I don't quite think that she picked up on my sarcasm because she started fangirling like I gave her a legit and caring response. That girl is non-stop with these lads, I don't really listen to their music unless I am forced to in the car riding with either mum or dad. 

My mom is very desperate when it comes to me finding the right boyfriend. For instance today she forced me to wear something nice just in case I meet a cutie on my way to London. I am currently wearing a black pencil skirt along with a pink tank top, she doesn't know this but i brought my varsity jacket so I could cover up. I put it on right after I was out of her view as she dropped us off at the airport. 

"Flight to London leaves in five minutes please find your way to the proper terminal if you are boarding this flight." the airport speaker announces,

"Oh fuck Ava we gotta go!" I shout. We run all the way to our terminal. Ava and I get in line ready to board the plane when....I have an anxiety attack. Oh goody. This always happens whenever I am about to go onto a plane. Just the thought of how high the plane goes, and then it having the possibility of crashing directly into the ground just freaks me out. As we hand the lady the tickets to show her that we payed for the flight and everything with us is good, i begin to calm down a little. 

We are on the plane, first class since both our mother and father are over protective. I checked to see where my sister and I sit and I notice they are about 8 rows apart. Shit. I kind of had a feeling this was going to happen. "Just go find your seat Ava you'll be okay," I say with some reassurance of protection. Both Ava and I find our very separated seats. Great, I am sitting next to some lad who thinks its okay to take my window seat? Gosh. I sit down next to him and then I hear my sister cry out to me saying, "Sarah! I don't like sitting away from you! I want to sit next to you!" 

"Ava just calm down please you will be fine."

"I can switch seats with her if you girls would like to sit next to each other. She is sitting sort of close to my mates," a British accent says. It's the guy sitting next to me who said that. Damn, his hair has some serious curls. 

"That's very kind of you, thanks" I reply blushing a little, not recognizing who he was at first, "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name, you know in order to thank you properly,"