Bad Luck Isn't Always So Bad (One Direction fanfic)

Blythe had an average life up until the day she left her mother and her childhood home to move in with an uncle she only recently discovered she had. But when that day goes from bad to worse and she misses her flight, five certain boys happen to enter her life and change it completely.


2. Chapter 2: One Direction, who?

One Direction? I furrow my brow and shake my head. "Doesn't ring a bell.." They all stare at me, their eyebrows raised and eyes incredulous, as if I were pulling their legs. "What? I honestly have no idea who you are!" I say, raising my arms with my palms out, trying to prove my point. Just then, a woman's voice fills the room, announcing final call for the last flight to Dublin, causing me to look up. Damn it, what do I do now? My uncle expects me to arrive later today, and I have no way to contact and tell him otherwise. I let out a breath of frustration, and realize the boys are still looking at me.

"Well, so much for making my flight." I sigh, looking at the five. All of them still wore confused looks. Now I want to know why this fact seems to shock them so much. Are they so full of themselves that someone not knowing the name of their group was simply appalling? I guess I don't believe this though; after all, they did just willingly pick up my stuff, and that doesn't really seem like something the vain would do. The one nearest to me-- a tan-skinned, dark haired guy who, even to a girl who has very little interest in men, happens to be gorgeous --turns in my direction.

"You really don't know who we are?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"Not really.."

"Oh.." He pauses, "Well, in that case, I'm Zayn Malik." I half-smile politely and, before I can reply, one with brown hair speaks up. "I'm Liam Payne and this," he says, pointing to the blond one beside him, "is Niall James Horan." Niall offers his hand and I shake it.

"Blythe Kent." I say quietly.

"Pleasure to meet you, Bly-" He begins, but is cut off by a quirky-looking guy to his right.

"Louis' the name, but you may call me Superman." He says. I start to take his outstretched hand, but instead of a friendly shake, he pulls me into a hug. Naturally I tense, unaccustomed to such close contact, but eventually give him a quick pat on the back. Louis releases me, grinning wildly, and I nod awkwardly back.

After an uncomfortable time just standing there, the only lad left to introduce himself gently nudges Louis out of the way, and stands in front of me in his place. "Sorry about Lou.. he gets a bit excited around new people." He informs me as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand. I nod.

"So, anyway, I'm Harry The Amazing Styles." He smiles a toothy, adorable grin at me then, and, for the first time in a long time, I sincerely smile back. Weird.

We stand here for longer than we probably should have, but it doesn't feel odd like it did with Louis. It almost feels right. Even so, I'm the one to look away first; I can feel my cheeks growing hotter, and one can only imagine how many shades of red they're turning. Did that really just happen? I shake my head a little, trying to take my mind off of it. Suddenly, I remember my flight predicament, and Harry's offer from earlier.

The boys suddenly took their attention off of me and were all arguing over something. I clear my throat, to try and get the group's attention. No luck.

"Hey, um, guys?" I start, but their quarrel got louder and it's clear they still didn't hear me. "Guys!" I say, louder than before but still not quite loud enough. "Guys!" I growl, and instantly all heads turn towards me, looking shocked that such a loud noise could come from a petite girl like me. Actually, I even shocked myself. "Um, Harry.. your offer from before, that's still valid, yes?" He looks at me, his face surprised for a moment but then changes into something like delight. I decide to continue before my face changes colors again. "Because, um, my flight just left and I'm sorta expected to be at my uncle's later this evening.." I look away from his face awhile, and then back, only to find he's still wearing the same expression as before.

"Of course, love! We leave in five." He says, smiling warmly at me.


Five minutes later, like Harry said, we are on the jet. I've never seen, let alone been on something as nice as this is. The interior is mostly white, with plush carpet and impossibly comfy seats. Everything seems to scream "I cost more than you can even imagine!"-- right down to the gold-plated cabinet handles. But all this opulence won't calm the queasiness that is burbling in my stomach. I've never even been on a plane before, and here I am on a jet with five relative strangers, heading to Ireland to meet an uncle I've only known about for half a week! If someone had told me I'd be in this situation a week ago, I would have laughed- and that's saying something, considering I haven't laughed in years.

I take a seat far from the window, not wanting to put myself anywhere that would add to my nerves. Harry takes one directly next to me, and Liam sits beside him. I set my bag beside me and take out my ipod. Gently I put my earbuds in both ears and tap shuffle, brightening a little when "Little Bird" by Ed Sheeran starts to fill my head. I really don't know much about him, like most things that are popular nowadays, other than that his fans sometimes call him the Ginger Jesus. His music, on the other hand, is one of the few things in my life that actually makes me happy. I begin to hum almost giddily along.

"You're a fan of Ed?" A voice breaks me out of my reverie and I turn to see Harry looking at me, a knowing smile on his face.

"Erm, yeah." I reply awkwardly, partially hoping that that was the end of the conversation, since Harry makes me more nervous, for some reason.


"That's awesome! Ed and I have been mates since we were little." I look at him and raise my eyebrows, feigning interest.

"How cool." I mutter simply. It's quiet for a moment, so, taking that as the end of the chat, I look down at my ipod again.

Wrong again.

"So, if you don't mind my asking, why are you heading to Dublin?" He says. I wince. In fact, I did mind; he might be one for small talk, but not me. I answer anyways though, thinking of the favor he and his bandmates are doing me.

"I'm staying with my uncle there for the summer. It's actually going to be my first time meeting him." I say, the last bit coming out of my mouth unexpectedly. My eyes widen slightly, not really wanting to divulge more about myself that I have to. Harry's eyes bulge as well, but presumably not for the same reasons.

"You're going to stay a couple of months with someone you never even met!?" He asks incredulously. I simply nod, not really trusting my mouth right now. I don't particularly want to say more than I have already, only for him to take an interest in my stupid life. He falls silent, thankfully, and I turn up my music. Let's hope this will be a short plane ride.


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