Addiction ~ A Niall Horan Fan-fiction

Chapter 1: Airport Waiting

I was squashed between two loud families at Terminal 2, in Dublin, waiting for the plane to eventually arrive. It was over twenty minutes late and people were beginning to get grouchy. I looked around patiently, when a crowd of skipping people caught my tired eyes. Well, when I say crowd, I really mean a swarm of young females. I couldn’t tell why they were crowding or what they were crowded for. Although, I did notice that whatever it was, was heading towards my way.  Coincidentally, we were called to board as the bustling crowd approached. I watched as approximately twenty girls were shooed away by the annoyed looking airport staff, they seemingly looked disgusted by their behaviour. The young females all giggled excitedly as they ran off in different directions, sending relief to the staff as they went back to their duty. That’s when I noticed  behind the previous crowd, now stood several large men in suits. Behind them, were five well-dressed boys - who clearly looked flustered as they grabbed their hand luggage tighter.

 They had a familiarity about them, but I couldn’t put my finger on why. All I knew was that they were quite attractive. I watched as the group of large men in suits wrapped themselves around the well-dressed boys, who were now at the front of the queue where we were about to board. I began to become very curious as I watched them pass everyone out, who looked obviously annoyed at the sudden queue cutters. Clearly they were something special. 

I grabbed my hand bag and iPod, then proceeded towards the now, long queue.  I was one of the last to board the plane, I had been too distracted by the spectacle that was happening before my eyes. As I walked on the plane, I was greeted with gleeful smiles by the air hostesses. One of the ladies pointed me towards my seat. I walked down towards the front of the plane, noticing most seats were now taken. When I got there, I noticed one of the large men in a suit that I had seen before, was now sat in my seat, looking around angrily.

“Excuse me, you are in my seat!” I stated.

I crumpled my face in disgust. I was far too grumpy from getting up too early and having to wait around to get into an arguement with someone who had stolen my seat.

“Could I see proof?” He grunted, still sitting firmly in my chair.

“No, because you have no right. Nope, none! I can gladly call one of the hostesses over here to remove you!” This man had clearly pulled the wrong strings. I really wasn’t having a good day and in no way was I about to feel threatened by a man who had no authority over me.

He grunted once again, got up and moved over to a free seat across from him. I was unsure if it was his, or if he had decided to steal another innocent persons seat.

After I was settled, I only realised I was sat next to one of the pretty boys I had seen previously being swarmed by people. He was different from the rest of the boys he was with. He had a very short haircut. The rest I noticed had much longer and wavier hair. He was dressed almost casual, with a white polo shirt hanging loosely, a brand I didn’t know. He had a pair of black slim fit pair of jeans on, which gripped his body seductively. As I was about to look at what kind of shoes he had on, his gaze averted towards me without warning. I abruptly looked down towards my iPod and flicked through shuffle, I had to pretend I hadn't been staring. I turned on the perfect song for the hour-long journey that lay ahead of me, attempting to wipe from my mind the embarrassment I'd just caused myself.

The plane didn’t take too long to set off, in which I had to turn off my perfect song for the plane. We were up high in no time, with no delays, I guessed they felt bad for making us wait so long. After we were in the air, I popped myself out of my belt and turned back on my iPod. I chose to go with “Shake It Out” by Florence and The Machine.

After a few minutes of being in the air, I heard a mumble beside me. I turned around to face one of the pretty boys. He was mouthing something to me, whilst holding a “made to share” bag of Malteasers. I gently tugged at one of my earphones and felt it lightly tumble down onto my jumper.