Alli had been stolen, yet again, by Mike (her father). She was taken away from the only person she'd ever loved. Liam. What will him, and the other guys, do to get her back? How much are they willing to risk to save her? Sequel to Stolen


27. Arriving in California

* Allison's POV

     "Alli, love, wake up we're here," Liam gently shook me awake.

      I groaned and sat up. I looked around getting my bearings. I had forgotten I was on a plane. I unclipped the seat belt thingy and stood up streching my arms and yawning. Liam grabbed my hand and we walked out of the plane hand in hand. I hitched my bag higher on my shoulder and rummaged through it for my phone. I heard a faint noise that sounded like screams.

     As we exited the tunnel leading to the terminal, I gasped and almost dropped my phone. There were thousands, no, millions of girls screaming for One Direction. As Liam and I came out they screamed louder. Security tried to hold the all the fans back and it was just barely working.

     There was a small gap that we had to squeeze through and girls kept poking and pulling at Liam and I. We finally made it to the edge of the mass of fans and managed to get out the doors at the far end of the airport.

     As we stepped out into the warm air, I flet complete. The sun beating down with a nice, cool breeze. I hadn't realized how much I missed California. This was truly my home. I pulled out a pair of pink aviators and slipped them on, repelling the sun.

     There were probably even more girls outside, but there was a lot more security. We met up with the rest of the guys and some attendants that had out luggage. I grabbed my suitcases and thanked them. A black van pulled up and the door swung open. We all climbed in and got settled, tossing the luggage in back.

     I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a man with dark sunglasses driving the car. I cocked my head to the side. He looked really familiar.

     "That's Pual, our manager," Liam said, noticing my expression.

     I nodded slowly and looked down at my hand. Thank god I was still clutching my phone and some crazed fan hadn't ripped it away. I unlocked it and opened up twitter. A couple hundred more followers and even more mentions. I composed a quick tweet saying @AlliLovesLiam: Just landed in California, it's great to be back home! The airport was crazy ;)

     I tweeted it and closed twitter. I was not going to respond to all those random tweets from random fans who I didn't know. There was probably a bunch of hate already. I was just going to ignore it.

     I leaned my head on Liam's shoulder and rested for while. Eventually we went through the drive through at McDonalds and got some food. I dug in right away missing the comfort of the food I know and love. The guys all looked hesitant to take a bite.

     "You guys, come on, it's like America's Nandos," I shugged and scarfed the rest of my burger down.

     That seemed to do the trick though, because in about five minutes flat all of their food was gone. I smiled and leaned back on Liam's shoulder.

     "Where are we going," I mumbled to no one in particular.

     "A hotel where you will stay for the next three nights," Paul called back to me.

      I just gave a thumbs up.

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