Stay With Me (A One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1 OF STAY WITH ME

Hey y’all! So I had this dream/idea in my head…The story is actually partially true…I just added One Direction in it! I really hope y’all like it! You will probably notice that the main character’s name is the same as mine…it’s just easier to write it like that. If you want…just imagine that it’s you…that’s what I do for most stories…so yeah…without further ado…HERE IT IS!!

SETTING:

Sarah travels with her family a lot. She traveled to her grandparent’s house with her family for Thanksgiving Break. She and her family are now traveling back to their home in Texas. They are at Heathrow Airport. They have traveled every summer to England and back to see their grandparents. They knew the drill, from checking bags to Security.

Sarah’s POV:

Security. Oh…my favorite part of traveling. NOT. Yeah, sure. I’ve gone through it so many times, I guess you could call me an expert…at security…now that’s something to be proud of. Haha! We were at the airport. We, meaning my father, mother, and younger sister. We were traveling back home. We had just spent the past week with my grandparents in England. My Dad’s British. He was born in the southwest of England. He moved to Texas when he got a job offer there. Met my mom, dated for a while, got married, and had my sister and I. And here we are. I took off my shoes, took out my laptop from my backpack, and took off my hooded jacket. I was wearing sweats and a lose t-shirt. I was going for comfort…especially when you’re traveling on an 8 hour flight. Almost done…I grabbed my suitcase and put it on the conveyer belt thing to go through security. I walked over in front of the thing you walk through. When the lady on the other side in uniform motioned for me to walk through, I did. No beep! WooHoo! I thanked her and walked over to the other end of the conveyer belt to gather my things. I grabbed my laptop and shoved it back in my backpack. I grabbed my vans, my jacket, and my suitcase and headed over to a nearby bench, so I didn’t cause a blockage for other people trying to get by me. I sat down and slipped on my vans. I stood up, as my sister walked over. I grabbed my jacket that was laying over my backpack and swung my arms around trying to pull my jacket on. Me, being as clumsy as I am, didn’t realize that someone was right behind me. As I was swinging my jacket on, my arm, well more like my elbow, decided to fly up and hit this guy in the face. I turned around quickly…

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know anyone was behind me! I’m so sorry!” I freaked out. I really didn’t mean to hit him. I can’t believe I could be so clumsy. As I turned around, I noticed he was cupping his face, more specifically, his nose. I had hit him right, smack dab, in the nose! Whoops! He was hunched over.

“Oww…” He mumbled.

“Oh my gosh…I really am sorry! It was an accident….” I started again…Oh my gosh, “Oh my gosh…you’re bleeding!” I said. Sure enough, blood was dripping from his nose. I asked one of the TSA people if they had any tissues or anything. I felt really bad. I didn’t mean to hurt him. Thankfully my parents were still in security. My mom would probably be like the nurse she is and get a first aid kit out. Finally one lady gave me a couple Kleenex’s. I took them from her and just started to dab just below his nose.

“I’m so sorry…” I said, continuing to dab his injury.

“Ahh!” He pulled back.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” I exclaimed.

Then I heard giggling. I gave him a confused face.

“Feeling better?” I asked, smiling.

“Haha…yeah, thanks love,” He said, grabbing the tissues from me.