We Are The Same - Niall Horan FanFiction

Chapter 5: The Meeting

Chapter 5

 “Don’t make me regret this,” I tell my mum as we stand in the airport. It’s five minutes before my flight.

"You won’t, I promise,” she says, tucking my hair behind my ear.

 I shake my head and my hair goes back to its places.

 “Goodbye, hon. I love you. You take care of yourself, okay? Don’t do anything stupid,” she tells me as she hugs me. Great mum, telling her daughter not to do anything stupid and hugging her.

 I hug her back and say, “I love you, too, mum.” I’ll take care of myself but I can’t promise that I won’t do anything stupid. We kiss each other on the cheek and then I walk away. I wave goodbye to her before going inside and then I never look back again.

 The mument I’m inside the plane and on my seat, I rest my head against the back of my seat and doze off. I did nothing at all while I’m on the plane. I wake up, eat, take a bathroom break, look out the window and then go back to sleep. I basically eat nothing at all. I take coffees but not solid food. I’ve been in a plane many times before. But this is the first time that I’m on my own. Being alone feels just as same as having my mum with me.

 It’s noon when I arrive at L.A. I walk in the terminal with my backpack, sling bag and pulling my suitcase along. I’m planning on just taking a cab and going to their hotel. But then I spot Zayn and some boys. What are they all doing? Don’t they know that glasses, caps, beanies and hoodies can’t hide the fact that they’re One Direction? They’ll be mobbed within seconds.

 I know that they haven’t seen me because they keep looking at the direction of the other passengers. Good. I guess I should creep up behind them and tap any of them on the shoulder and scare the hell out of them. I look at myself. Well, I have on my usual black jeans, shirt, jacket and converse. And I bet my hair is messy but I don’t care. My hair looks messy whether it’s combed or not.

 But a group of girls have taken a look at them and figure out that they’re One Direction. They start screaming right away. The boys try to act as friendly as possible, though. Other celebrities in the same situation would’ve yelled something really mean at those girls. But the boys even seem happy. Their fans really do mean a lot to them.

 I wait for the mob to get thinner and thinner. The last of the passengers get out but there’s still no sign of me. The boys are looking around. I walk up to them and they see me.

Zayn’s P.O.V.

 I look around the area. Where is she? My eyes scan the room and I once see that creepy girl again who’s been standing there and watching us. Is that her? No, it’s not her. Yasmin is probably just a little girl. I forgot to ask Alisha.

 “Um, hi?” I turn my head and see the creepy girl.

 I look at Liam and the others. They all stay quiet, which seems unnatural since Louis is here.

 I decide to look at the girl. She has unkempt dark hair and dark eyes. Her skin has a very light touch of tan.

She’s wearing black jeans, a long gray shirt, a white jacket and a pair of dirty converse. She looks away and runs her fingers through her hair.

 She looks straight at me and says, “I’m Yasmin. But I take it that you’re not whom I’m looking for. Sorry for bothering you,” she says and touches the handle of her suitcase.

 “No, no, wait, sorry,” I say and she stops. She turns around and crosses her arms against her chest. Her left eyebrow shoots up. I look at the boys. “It’s just that…I thought you’re still a little kid.”

 “Have you talked to mum yet?” she asks me. She thinks that I don’t believe her.

 “Yeah, I did when she told me that she’s sending you here. We talked but she never called again,” I say.

 “Oh,” she says and looks at a distance for a mument. Then she looks at me again. “If…if you don’t want me to tag along while you’re on tour, it’s fine. I’ll…I’ll go book a hotel here, I guess. Then I think I’d have to convince her to let me go back,” she says, tapping her fingers on the handle of the suitcase.

 “No, it’s alright. It’s just hard to believe that you’re not as I expected you to be.”

 She shrugs her shoulders and tilts her head to side – which looks cute. “That happens a lot when you haven’t seen someone for a long time.”

 “Right. Since when did you last visit?” I ask her.

 “I went to your house a week ago. Mum and uncle talked about something. But, of course, you weren’t there.

I was nine – I think – when we last saw each other. And that’s when you visited us at home at Pakistan,” she says.

 Then I recall a memory when my family went to a small messy house. There was a little girl sitting next to Alisha, my aunt. The little girl was tan, due to the weather in Pakistan. My shirt was sticking to my skin because of the heat. I compare that little girl to the girl infront of me. Her facial features are a lot different but still the same.

  “Hello Yasmin, I’m Louis,” Louis says to break the uncomfortable silence.

 “Hello,” she says shyly.

 “Hi, I’m Harry,” Harry says in his deep voice. He must be trying to intimidate Yasmin.

 “Hi.”

 “I’m Liam,” he says.

 “Hey.”

 “I’m Niall,” Niall says lastly.

 “Uh…hi.”

 I notice how she doesn’t look at them. She’s looking at their direction but not at them. She’s very shy.

 “Are those all your things?” I ask, looking at her suitcase, backpack and sling bag.

 “Um, yeah,” she answers.

 “Let me carry those for you,” I say.

 “No, thanks. I-I can carry my things,” she says.

 “No. That will make us feel less than a gentleman.”

 “Okay.”

 I take her suitcase and push the handle back down so I can carry it using the other handle.

 “I’ll take that,” Louis says and takes her backpack.

 “Thanks,” she says.

 Niall holds out his hand and she looks at it questioningly. “Let me,” he says, looking at her sling bag.

She pouts and Niall bites his lip to keep from smiling as he takes her bag and throws the strap over his shoulder.