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?

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3. Chapter 2

“You got the sunscreen?” Aria asked. “Urm….Yes. Ok, we have exactly,” I glanced down at my wristwatch. 9:00am. “fifteen minutes to say our goodbyes and then…we’re off!” I clapped my hands together, picking up my suitcase and handbag. Our parents were in the living room, waiting for us. Aria went to say goodbye to her parents as I went to say goodbye to my own. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.” My mum was saying, frantically combing her fingers through her hair. I laughed at her, feeling oddly sad that I was leaving my parents behind. “Honey, she’ll be fine. She’s staying with Anna, what could go wrong? She’s seventeen. She’s not our baby girl anymore.” My dad reached out and hugged me. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Call us when you get there, honey. We love you, don’t forget that.” My mum kissed my forehead. I realised even if I was going to be away from them for four weeks, I was going still going to be their baby girl.  As we boarded the plane, my head was spinning rapidly, excitement bubbling up inside of me like a can of coke after being dropped on the floor. After asking the cute flight attendant where our seats were, we tucked our luggage away. “I seriously hope nothing falls out of my bag while its up there.” Aria warned. I rolled my eyes. We put our seatbelts on. As soon as I sank into the chair, my eyes closed, my head resting against the warm comfort. “Can you believe we’re going to LA without our parents. How completely unreal.” I muttered, a broad grin spread across my face. The two of us usually visited my auntie Anna accompanied by my parents. We visited LA every year. But this year, with my mums knee operations taking place, they’d decided we were old enough to go by ourselves. Our first flight without our parents checking to make sure we had our belts on. Our journey was beginning in an outstanding manner, and honestly, neither one of us could contain our excitement. Something about this trip seemed special. Although neither one of us knew why.     As soon as my feet touched LA soil, the heat hit me. Even though it was 10pm, the weather was still so much warmer than London. “Can you believe they weren’t on our flight?” Aria gave out an exasperated sigh. “Get over it, Ri! We need to go find my aunt, she’s picking us up outside.” As soon as we started to walk towards the door I realised two bottles of water within an hour was not agreeing with my bladder. “Can you go find my aunt while I try and find some toilets nearby?” Aria rolled her eyes. “Your bladder must be the size of a pea or something.” She left me to find the toilets, but I couldn’t find them. I wandered around in circles for at least ten minutes, until I felt like my bladder was about to burst like a balloon. I could see a group of people gathered in a corner, blocking a sign. I struggled to see the sign with my height, 5,3. The surrounding people were all dressed in black and they seemed really well built. I tapped a man who wore jeans and a hoodie. His hair looked brown from the back but it was hard to see due to the huge crowd. “Excuse me?” He turned around and looked down at me. “You look a little bit lost there, are you ok?” He asked. I strained to hear him over the crowded chatters. “Um, I’m looking for the toilets.” He nodded, and pushed through the crowd of people. “Guys, can you please move out of the way so that this young lady can access the toilets?” Everyone moved out of the way, forming a path for me to reach the toilets. I looked down as I quickly walked towards the door. My cheeks flushed red because I knew everyone was looking at me. “Woah…” I heard someone say behind me. “Harry!” I heard the man who helped me scolding the boy. As soon as I’d finished peeing, I walked back outside. But as I pushed open the door, I heard the solid ‘thump’ as it hit someone. Someone quickly moved out of the way. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry, are you ok?” I asked. As soon as I’d walked out of the room I realised who I’d hit with the door. “I’m fine. Hey, you’ve got a British accent. Have you just arrived or are you going back to Britain?” His green orbs were so much brighter in person. They sparkled like a moonlit sky. “Just arrived. I’m staying with my Aunt. She has a house that’s right next to the beach.” I gave him a small smile. He stretched out his hand towards me. I stared at his outstretched hand, not sure whether to take it or not. “I’m-” I shook my head, taking his hand in mine and shaking it. “I know who you are. You’re Harry Styles. I’m Olivia Lourdes.” He raised his eyebrows at me. “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Olivia. I can’t tell you how glad I am that you aren’t one of those crazed fans. Don’t get me wrong, I love our fans. But sometimes it all gets a bit too much, you know?” I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest. “No. I don’t know what it’s like to be famous. I’m just a nobody.” He chuckled, reaching into the front pocket on his jeans. Pulling out a black sharpie, he uncapped it before scribbling eleven digits onto my palm. “That’s permanent marker.” He winked, before turning to leave, a bunch of security surrounding him. I stood, motionless. Harry Styles gave me his number? Was he freaking insane? No way was I telling Aria about this. Sure, she was my best friend. But she would fangirl and flip out and…we were on holiday. I wasn’t about to let any boys get in between that.  

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