Someday My Prince Will Come...

Fairytales are made up. They can never be reality. But when 17-year old Olivia Lourdes meets famous boy group, One Direction at an airport, will her Prince Charming be found?


11. Chapter 10

  Aria and I had packed our bags the night beforehand, so when it came to the time for us to go, we were ready. I took one last look out of my bedroom window. I could see the water moving and receding. And then, on the edge of the shore, I saw them walking. An elderly couple walked along the sand, hand in hand, a sign that love can last forever, if you are willing to make it. I knew I’d made a mistake. Anna drove us to the airport. It was all hugs and goodbyes, Anna telling me to send my parents her love, blah, blah, blah. I was barely listening. As soon as she drove away and we were inside the airport, I rang Niall. Again. But still he didn’t answer. “Sweetheart, maybe he wasn’t, you know, the one for you.” Aria wrapped her arm around my shoulder and rubbed my arm to comfort me. But it didn’t help. I stared down at my phone screen. It was a photo of Niall and me kissing. I wanted to cry but I knew I couldn’t. It would just make me weak. Maybe Aria was right. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Someone announced that the plane to London was boarding. Before I boarded the plane, I glanced back to see if I could see his perfect blond hair. But I didn’t. He wasn’t there and he wasn’t coming. Getting on the plane was one of the hardest things I had to do in my life. Because I knew once I was on there, I was never going to see Niall again. Aria and I found our seats, and sitting down, I gazed out of the window and wondered what could’ve been.  Niall. My phone had run out of battery, but I didn’t want to charge it. I didn’t want a million tweets from fans telling me they loved me. The only person I wanted to tell me they loved me was Olivia. I didn’t understand why she’d just dumped me like that. The thing that hurt even more, was the fact that I still loved her. Since last night, I hadn’t moved from my hotel bed. I lay in it, pillow over my head, crying or punching it. Eating and playing sad songs on the guitar. I didn’t think I’d have the heart to leave the bed ever again. That was, until Harry came charging into the room. “What are you playing at Niall? Olivia’s been ringing you! She still loves you.” I shot up out of the bed, suddenly alert. “My phones been dead. Oh God, I need to get to the airport.” “Yeah you do.” Within five minutes I was dressed and washed and ready to go. Louis drove me to the airport. “Go get you princess Niall.” He smiled. I thanked him, before bolting from the car. On the way, I’d stopped at a shop and gotten Olivia some red roses. She loved them. I held the bouquet in my hand, before racing to find her. When I got to her flight, I could see the airplane from the window. It was taking off. “Olivia!” I screamed, but it was too late. I sank down in a chair, staring blankly ahead of me. I was in disbelief. She’d gone. I couldn’t get her back. The sound of footsteps nearby made me lift up my head. A little girl with bright blue eyes, creamy coloured skin and blonde hair tied in plaits stood in front of me. She wore a blue dress, to match her eyes, and she looked at least seven. “You Niall Horan.” She gave me a toothy grin. I gave her a weak smile in reply, it was the only thing my energy could form. “Yes, I am. You must be a fan. Here.” I handed her the roses. “I can’t take these. These are for Olivia. You need to take them to her. If you love her, you’ll fight for her.” I sighed, knowing she was right. “Take them. I’ll buy her some more when I find her.” The little girl reached out and hugged me. “My names Rosemarie. And I wish you luck with Olivia.” I thanked her, before walking back outside. Stuffing my hands in my pocket I kicked at the stones on the pavement. “I’ll find you Olivia. I promise.” Olivia. When we got off the plane, I could see my parents waiting for me with the car. The sight of them together made me want to run all the way to LA to see Niall and start a future with him. But I knew that was completely out of the question. But this year, my parents weren’t alone. There was a young man standing next to my mother. He had shaggy black hair, bright green eyes and olive skin. “Wow. He’s beautiful.” Aria whispered. “Who is he?” “I have no idea.” I muttered under my breath. We walked over, pretending that seeing this stranger was completely normal. “Olivia! It’s so good to see you!” My mother opened her arms wide, welcoming me into them. My father was talking to Aria about LA. As soon as it came to the point of introducing us to this stranger, everyone fell silent. “Olivia, this is Christopher.” My brain refused to process the words my mother had spoken. “I heard what Niall said. And I’m sorry. For everything. What happened to Alfie…It wasn’t your fault. It never could’ve been. But I was stupid and hurt. I love you Olivia.” I started crying at that moment. Everyone gathered around me, hugging me. I cried for Alfie. I cried for Chris. And I cried for Niall.  

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