SNATCHED.

PLANE RIDE, BABYYYYY

    The plane ride was definitely an... interesting one, to say the least. When we first took off, everyone was staring out the window, talking, checking the plane out, etc. then after about 2 hours, everyone collectively fell asleep. I guess we were all equally exhausted from the night before. I probably would have slept for the entirety of the flight, but I was awoken about 5 hours later to loud singing. I opened my eyes only to see Livi and Taylor with microphones in their hands?? How in the world did they acquire those? I thought. They were singing Jolene by Dolly Parton at the top of their lungs. Harry was enthusiastically clapping while Sabrina and Rylee just looked annoyed. I sat up slowly, still trying to comprehend what I was seeing. Harry noticed my bewildered expression and yelled "Isn't this brilliant?!" over the loud music. I rolled my eyes; "I would've said horrendous, but sure!" he just laughed at me and faced back to the others while a new song came on. When Taylor and Livi finished a rather horrible rendition of Breaking Free from High School Musical, Harry stood up and took the microphone from Livi's hand, causing her to shoot him an angered stare. "Alright..." he said, lowering the volume of the speaker, "my turn." I was surprised to hear that Harry wanted to have a go at Karaoke, as I'd never heard him sing before. Then again, I'd only know him what? Two days? It felt a lot longer than that. I watched as he scrolled through the selection, until he landed on Hopelessly Devoted to You by Olivia Newton-John. Oh, this is going to be good, I thought to myself. I didn't think my jaw was going to drop as low as it did when he started singing. He sang so effortlessly well, it was insane. He kept singing, and we all kept watching. He made direct eye contact with me when he sang I'm hopelessly devoted to you, causing chills to shoot up my spine. When he nailed that high note and the end of the song, we all erupted in applause. "I didn't know you could sing!" Rylee exclaimed whilst hyperventilating and fanning herself. "Looks like Harry's got himself his first fangirl." Livi said, laughing at Rylee's reaction to his performance. I still wasn't over my shock when i said "Harry, you're really good! Like I'm genuinely amazed." My comment made him smile wider than he was before. "Thanks, you guys, seriously. I really only sing by myself, so it's great that you've all had such positive feedback." We all smiled back at him. Taylor clapped him on the shoulder and said "No problem, pal. I'm still the best singer here, though." We all laughed at her comment, but she looked a little hurt. Was she being serious? I hope not.

We spent the next 2 or so hours doing karaoke. Livi revealed that she's actually a really good singer as well when she shocked us with her cover of I Have a Dream by ABBA. Taylor still sucked, though, no matter how hard she tried.  The remainder of our time on the plane was spent eating the wide assortment of snacks the airline offered, as well as getting some last minute rest before we landed. As I looked out of the window, I saw the sprawling London landscape below me. I knew it was getting close to landing time when the pilot's voice rang over the loudspeaker and said "Alrighty, folks! We're about to land at London City Airport. The current time is 9 p.m and the temperature is a cool 69°F."  "Nice" Livi said while sitting up in her chair, clearly having just woken up. Sabrina made an effort to clean up her space while the plane was landing, bunching all her trash together and throwing it into the trashcan behind her seat. Harry sat across from me, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the city we just landed in. I knocked softly on the table in front of him, trying not to startle him too much. "Is everything ok?" I asked, looking at his worried expression. "No... not necessarily." he said, focusing his gaze on me. "I'm just nervous to be back in the U.K. I mean, when I left here, It was because my psycho serial killer father was running from the police. I'm not exactly eager to be back here." I gave him a look of sympathy; "I wish I could say I get it, I really do. I'm sorry your dad was a freaky weirdo." He snorted and then covered his mouth. I laughed as well and then asked him another question: "Do you have any friends in the area that we could meet? I'd love to get to know some people over here." He looked as if he was waiting for me to ask that question. "Yeah," he said, grinning. "I have 4 lads that I would love for you and the other 4 to meet.'' I vaguely remember him mentioning some friends the other day, but when I tried to question him further, he just waved me off. It was time to get off the plane after all. I went to the overhead compartments to grab my bags when a flight attendant stopped me. "All of your bags have been taken to your hotel rooms, no need to fret." My eyes widened, and I nodded. I was not used to the royal treatment. After everyone finished tidying up their respective areas, we were led off of the private jet and into the grand airport over to the pick up area. There, we were greeted by a stocky man, probably in his late 30s to early 40s. He had dirty blonde hair and a scruffy beard. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. When he saw our group, his face lit up and he rushed to greet us. "Welcome to London, my friends!" he exclaimed, vigorously shaking each of our hands. I recognized his voice from earlier. He was the man we spoke to on the phone last night. Rylee seemed to have caught on as well. She gave him a once over and said "Mr. Corden?" he gave her a boyish grin. "The one and only!" he said, shaking her hand once more. "Now," he clapped his hands together, "Who wants to explore London?''