Any Direction (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)*Editing

Chapter Four

                 A/N: One Direction makes an appearance in this chappy!!! :)                                                   

                                                                      Chapter Four

   
By the time our plane touched down at Heatherow, I was considering jumping out of the plane. Not only had I been seated with Rebecka, but also with a smelly, weird Asian man with horrible visage.

       "And then, she said 'I don't know you!'.  Then I took her purse, which 'coincidentally' had her first class plane ticket in it,"  the man had just finished telling us how he ended up on the plane.  It involved a squirrel, Pumpkin Pie, and a Lincoln log.  Rebecka and I looked in horror, frustration, and utter disgust at the man.  "What?" he asked pulling a bagel from his drawstring bag.  I shook my head and unbuckled.  Standing up, I grabbed my bag as well as Rebecka's.  Handing Rebecka her bag, I caught up with Autumn.

      "So, what was your flight like?"  she asked her face flushed with eyes full of horror.

      "I sat with Rebecka and a smelly hobo, how do you think it went?"  I asked, laughing a bit.  I ran a hand through my hair as Autumn processed the information I said.

       "Better than my flight.  I was stuck with two Lesbians, arguing, and asking me who was right," she looked at me with such a serious expression, I actually felt pity for her.  I laughed lightly while she tried to convince me it wasn't funny.  "So, you like your team mates?"

     "Yeah, they're all really nice.  Apparently, they all knew each other prior," I shrugged.  Delainia had told us where to get our luggage, where to meet, and even which bathrooms to use, the night before.  "Where in this stupid facility is luggage cart 224?" I moaned.  We had probably spent a good five minutes going in circles.

     "There!" Autumn pointed to the left.  How does she notice these things?  Was I blind or did she just have super good sight?

     "Oh!  I see my bag!" she exclaimed running to the carousel like a four year old, ignoring my protests to stop.

     Louis Tomlinson P.O.V (Rare)

     I walked around in circles trying to find my luggage.  The boys and I had arrived exactly five hours ago.  Your probably asking yourself, Why is Louis Tomlinson and the rest of One Direction still there?  The airplane company had 'accidentally' put my luggage on the wrong flight.  Which wouldn't arrive for five hours by the time I was in London.  I searched and searched for the limited edition Louis Vittion, grey suitcase.  Finally, the familiar bag came into view.  Hurriedly, I grabbed and whipped it around.

       "Ow!" someone exclaimed.  My eyes widened as I lowered the piece of luggage.  A girl around eighteen, clutched her forehead in pain.

        "I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted at my stupidity. "Did I hit you with my suitcase?"

       "Well duh!" she retorted somewhat harshly.  Though, who could blame her.  I just clocked her in the face with a piece of sixty pound luggage.

    "Autumn!" a shorter girl who looked around the same age, came running forward

    "I'm fine," Autumn, I guess her name was, mumbled.

    "No.  Your not.  This crazy man just whacked you in the head!"  she exclaimed, throwing her hands up into the air.

    "Listen, I didn't mean to.  I just grabbed my suitcase and-" I was cut from further explanation, be none other than Harold Styles.

     "Lou, Paul wants to know if," he stopped mid-sentence when he made eye contact with the phsyco girl.

       "Wants to know what?" I asked, saving his sorry butt from embarrassment.

       "If your ready to go," Harry remembered.  He ran a hand trough his toussle of curls with the other hand in his jean pocket.

        "Yeah, just a second though," I looked over to Autumn and gave her an apologetic smile.  "Again, I'm really sorry if there is anything I could ever do to make it up, please just tell me."

          "You could grab our bags and not hit anyone in the head," she laughed, motioning to the two bags approaching us.  Well, she came up with something sooner than I expceted.  Still, I did as she told me to do.

        "Thanks," she smiled, pushing a highlight behind her ear. "Well, we need to get going.  We have somewhere to be."

          Harry and I waved goodbye and headed in our seperate directions.