Dancing Is My Life(Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 8: Stupid Airport

Katie's P.O.V

We finally reach the airport, and we were early! We leave in 5 hours!

I sit down and take my iPad out. Skype..Skype..Skype. Ah, Skype. I open my Skype, and call my bestie Julie.

"Sup sistaa?" She laughs while sitting on her bed.

"Hanging with Justin Bieber, One Direction. Ya know, the usual" she starts screaming at my sentence.

Everyone's attention goes to me, so I turn the volume down. "I'm in the middle of an airport! Hush it"

"Sorry, can I talk to Justin?" She gave me that pleading smile. I rolled my eyes, and sat by Justin. He is doing a twitcam with 1D.

"Say hi Katie" Liam said waving at me. I roll my eyes, and wave.

"Cover your ears boys" I say, and they obey what I said. I turned the volume up on accident, then Justin took the iPad.

Julie screams, her face turns red, and her mom came in and yelled at her. I start laughing because she starts hyperventilating.

After she talks to Justin, and they finish the twitcam, it's been 3 hours. Two more hours to go.

"May I have this dance?" I look up to see Harry holding his hand out, with a slight smirk.

I bow my head, and take his hand. A slow dance starts playing, and people are watching us clapping. We just danced to a regular slow dance. "NEW YORK" someone screamed running to a plane thing.

"Let's go!" Simon motioned us to run with him. So we did. I grabbed my bags, and I forgot my iPad.

"Harry! I left my iPad" I said as he grabbed my bags. I run to grab my iPad, and we both push the lady from shutting the airplane doors.

"Thank god we made it!" Harry sighed calmly.

I sit next to him, not bothering to find the boys, Simon, or Paul.

Louis' P.O.V

"Where's Harry and Katie?" Simon asked. "Guys..they're not here" Liam said walking from the second class part of the plane.

"They're either in the airport, or on a different plane" Niall sighed laying his head on Zayn's shoulder.

"This cannot be happening" I mumbled out loud. "Call them" Justin suggested.

Katie's P.O.V

"Hello?" Harry answered his phone.

"On the plane, why?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"

"Where are we going then?"

Harry hung his phone up, and gulped nervously. "We're not going to New York"

"Why?" I asked crossing my legs like a pretzel, and drinking my punch.

"We got on the wrong plane" those words killed me. "Don't freak. We need to find the place we're going"

I nod, trying to stay as calm as I can be. "Excuse me, where is this plane going?" Harry asked the attendant lady.

"Japan"