I Ran Into One Direction At An Airport... *ON HOLD* *UNDER MAJOR EDITING*

The Idiots

Isabella's (Bella's) POV (Point Of View)

     So here I am, stuck on in an airport grabbing a last minute flight trying to go to a country that I knew absolutely nothing about.  My reasons for doing this, is too difficult for me to think about now but, I know that I have to unravel everything later on.  But anyways, at the moment, it felt like nothing in the world could make this any worse than it already is, or so I thought.  I was trying to rush over to my gate hoping and praying that I wasn't going to miss the flight because I had forgotten what time my flight takes off and the ticket was too complicated for me too understand.  An idiot, a stupid one at that, just so happened to run in to me and ruining my day by spilling my coffee, that was keeping me awake, all over the floor and knocking the two of us on the floor a few feet away from my spilt coffee.  He just simply had to run into me while freaking laughing loudly along with his friend, who I'd already determined was an idiot as well,  made my day even more terrible by spilling my expensive airport coffee.

"Watch it," I snarled at the blond idiot as I shoved off him of me and forced myself to stand up as tired as I was.  The blond idiot leaped up and ran straight into his brown-haired friend, who just stood there, gaping at me, causing them both to fall over glance, or even glare, at me.

His friend stared at me for a few moments before saying with a British accent tingling in his voice, "Sorry love, Niall didn't see you there neither did I, and by the way......."  He paused trying to add some more effect to what ever he was going to say next.  "YOU JUST CAN'T TALK TO MY FRIEND LIKE THAT!" He screamed out causing people to give us strange looks and also causing another three idiots to crash into our little group and ONCE AGAIN knock, or in this case push me over.

"WHAT HAPPENED LOU???"

"WHY IS NIALL LOOKING LIKE THAT???"

"IS THAT COFFEE???"

"ARE YOU BEING MOBBED!?!?!?"

"Oh great," I said complaining loudly, causing all five of the idiots to quit yelling questions at each other and turned to stare at me.  "Just when I thought my day couldn't get any better, you all seem just make it even more amazing, " I told them with my voice dripping with so much sarcasm that even a baby could see it.  Or so I thought, because every single one the idiots smiled at me and began to scramble around for a piece of paper and a pen, racing each other expect for one though.  He had hair and eyes the color of milk chocolate and he was obviously much mature than the other four.  He was trying and I repeat, trying to get the rest of the idiots to calm down to quit running around.

"WHO HAS PAPER!?!?  I NEED TO GIVE AN AUTOGRAPH!!!!"

"NO!!  I'M GIVING IT TO HER!!!"

"NO WAY GUYS!!!!  I'M GOING TO GIVE IT TO HER FIRST!!!!!!!"

"BOYS STOP IT!!!!  LEAVE THE POOR GIRL ALONE!!!  SHE DOESN'T WANT AN AUTOGRAPH!!!!" Well it looks like the more mature one isn't as stupid as I thought he was.

"SORRY BOYS BUUUUUTTT, I'm beating you all."

"Here ya go lassie," the blond one, who happened to have an Irish accent AND was the one to knock me over, told me and handed me a piece of paper with a signature.  I cautiously took the paper as he yelled back to the other three idiots, whom seem to be degraded every single time I think or even glance at them,"TO LATE BOYS I BEAT ALL YOU TO IT AND SHE'S PISSED OFF AT ME!"  All of the boys stared at him for a second, including the mature one who seemed to be turning slightly upset at the Irish guy's words.  The three new guys turned to face me looking shocked and disconcerted except for Irish guy and his friend who I'd first meet.