Fandom (A One Direction Fanfiction)

12. Take Me Home.

My 3 weeks of preparation to pursue my dreams is over and I should be leaving back to Melbourne Airport to catch my flight to London via Hong Kong soon, but with the few moments she has left with me, of course my mum has to try and talk me out of possibly living my fantasies and trade it for being a doctor.

“No!” I snapped. “How many god damn times do I have to tell you to shutup and listen to me when I say I’m not going to be a doctor. I’ve been telling you since I was 14 years old that I wanted to be famous and you’ve constantly pushed me over the edge and I’m sick of it. In 3 hours I will be on a plane to London with the world’s most famous entrepreneur waiting for me at the other end and you’re still going to be stuck in this stupid country town doing fuck all because you didn’t follow you dreams! You underestimated your abilities but it doesn’t matter anymore because you can’t fix what you’ve already done.

“Why can’t you be more like Dad?! Why can’t you be happy that I’m going to have a successful career doing something I actually enjoy and travelling the world like you always wanted to? Just let me go! There’s no going back. I’m doing what I want and you can’t stop me, I’ve wanted this for too long. Goodbye!”

I grabbed my mum by the shoulders, embracing her properly for the first time in years before sliding into the awaiting car, a simple but stylish Ford. I glanced at my mum properly, her face stricken with shock and guilt before glancing down and releasing a few untamed tears.

Nobody was going to stand in my way of what I wanted.

As the car pulled out of the muddy driveway, I looked back to absorb my teenage years and the time I had spent within the boundaries of my mum’s country property. We swiftly glided along the gravel road before finally reaching the bitumen. As I gradually dozed off, all I had on my mind were my regrets. Was I too harsh to my mum? Would I be better off staying with my friends? Finally giving in to my worried thoughts, my mind closed and fell into a restless slumber.

“Celeste?” I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Celeste, you need to get on the plane in an hour!”

I snapped my eyelids open, my eyes adjusting to the midday light. I hopped out of the car, adjusting my shirt and shorts as I did so. I smiled at the kind man who had driven me here and taken care of my luggage. He looked in his late 40’s or 50’s, a few tattoos poking through the short sleeves of his dark grey polo. He had one earring and a kind, toothy smile.

“I let you sleep a bit longer while I put your luggage on a little trolley.” Another brownie point for the man I named Driver. I only had two large suitcases to bring with me, as Simon said I wouldn’t need too much.

As Driver and I walked through the terminal we made small talk, talking about his family and my hopes for my future career. After sitting in the cool, plastic chairs for an hour, snacking on lollies, another call was made on the loud speakers. My ears perked up, not wanting to miss my flight.

“First call for London, England. Please make your way towards the terminal.”

Driver and I exchanged farewells as I nervously walked through the tunnel to be reached by a hostess claiming our tickets. People glanced at me weirdly for being a 17 year old alone flying overseas, and children and teenagers did double takes as they passed me on the linoleum  floor. I swiftly walked through the security check, only having to remove my jewellery, and followed closely behind a young, business looking lady.

I strode slowly through the aisles of First Class, looking for my seat number. Nobody had claimed any seats on either side of me so I slid into the window seat, turning off my phone and bringing out my iPod. I was nervous as hell, only once travelled on a plane 4 times, all during the Xfactor. An air hostess offered me a bag of caramels to chew during take off as we went through safety precautions. I took all the information in gladly, because I’m sure as hell not dying before I can even get my life started.

I plugged my ears with my earphones and started my flight playlist with Moments, a One Direction classic. Gripping my armrests tightly as we ascended into the bright blue sky, my eyes stayed shut and I almost fell asleep once again, before grabbing some more sweets and chewing hastily on them, the creamy sugar invading my mouth. Satisfied, my body relaxed and I slipped into unconsciousness.

I slept the entire flight before we landed in Hong Kong, having to get off and wait an hour. I rang Kate while I was in the Hong Kong International Airport, crying as the realization of leaving my bestfriend behind sunk in. We talked for 40 minutes before I had to board my plane once again, instantly blacking out as I sunk into the plush, first class seat.

“Miss? We’ve arrived in London.” A fresh British accent rang through my ears, my face instantly being plastered by a huge grin. My eyes glittered as I thanked the girl for waking me, following her to the exit of the huge plane.

As soon as I stepped out of the plane I was in heaven. The air was crisp and cold, sending goosebumps down my arms as I inhaled the moist air. I giggled as I raced to find my luggage and walking into the exit to look for my driver.

Seeing 6 large letters held up to spell my first name by 3 figures, I raced toward them excitedly.

My jaw hit the floor as I jumped into the one and only Louis Tomlinson’s arms, inhaling his distinct scent and stretching my cheeks with my huge smile.

“I missed you too..?” Louis stated more as a question, sending a warm smile in my direction.

“I missed ‘er more!”  A thick Irish accent defended. I launched myself into Niall’s body, almost making us fall into a heap into the ground. I snuggled into his chest, rubbing my face affectionately against him. We detangled ourselves and I wiped a small tear from my eye.

“I feel so weird right now!” I exclaimed, prying in my pocket for a lolly.

“You would, you’ve been on a plane for 31 hours.” A large man said with an accent. I glanced up the body before once again launching myself at him, squeezing his torso with my small arms warmly.

“Thankyou so much for picking me up!” I squealed, gathering my two large, wrapped suitcases.

“It’s a pleasure!” Paul and Louis chirped, taking my luggage from me.

We walked back, chatting like the old friends we were before settling into the large, black Rangerover.

As we drove away from Heathrow Airport, I fell asleep once again, my body battling fatigue.