Hi. My name's Alyssa Tomlinson. You may know my brother, Louis Tomlinson. Anyway, my story starts when I get on the wrong flight of a plane in New York City... and end up getting flown off to Paris. With Harry Styles. And the next flight? Two weeks. A million girls would've paid anything to be in my place. But I would've paid anything NOT to be. Can life get any sweeter? I'm begging you to sense my sarcasm. (SEQUEL TO JUST A HARMLESS JOKE//ONE DIRECTION)