What Luck (Harry Styles fanfic.)

Maggie is being forced to go live with her dad, a big-shot manager for a famous band, in England. What she doesn't expect is that band happens to be the one and only One Direction!

This is actually not my story. i found this while searching through the internet and i just had to share it with everyone.... so tell me what you think(:


3. Chapter 3 :D

“Mags, it’s time to wake up. Your flight leaves in two hours.” My mom said gently I groaned. In two hours I will be hopping on a plane and leaving my best friend, my adorable cat, and my whole world behind. Away from Kelsie, and away from my mom.

I really love my mom, I do. I know somewhere deep down she loves me too, but she just doesn’t know how to be a parent. Everything she says she does for me is actually to benefit her. I’m glad I won’t have to live like that anymore.

After eating breakfast with many glares and smirks from Kelsie, I got dressed in some black Soffees, a navy blue cami, and some really old white flip flops. I threw my crazy curly hair into a high messy bun and didn’t even bother with makeup; some sunglasses would hide the hideousness. Why should I have to look pretty? If I’m gonna be on a plane for seven hours, you can bet your ass I’ll be seeping. I got no sleep last night so I’ll be out like a light once I sit down in my seat, and I refuse to be uncomfortable.

As if she should hear what I was thinking, Kelsie appeared in the doorway. “Nice outfit, loser.” She sneered. “You know, to pull off Soffees you actually have to have a butt.” She laughed and walked away.

I turned to the mirror in my closet and took a peek. Huh. Maybe I don’t have much of a butt. Oh well, its not like I need to look like a superstar to go see my dad.

I finished packing up the last of my things and my mom and Marty helped me bring my bags downstairs. We took off (leaving Kelsie behind, thank God) and were stopping at Jess’s house for a quick goodbye before going to the airport.

We arrived at Jess’s house and she was already outside, standing there in a big, ratty sweatshirt and slippers. “Jess, you look like a homeless grandma. Come here.” I said as I ran to her and gave her a huge hug.

She hugged me back even tighter. “Maggie, I’m going to miss you so much. I…I don’t even..” she started crying really heavily, which of course made me start crying.

“Jess you’re making me cry!” we laughed. “I promise to keep in touch and text and e-mail as often as is humanly possible, okay?”

“Alright. Just don’t forget about me! If I lose you, I don’t know how I’ll go on.” She sobbed into my shoulder.

“I could never forget you. I can’t live without you, sweetie.” I was glad I didn’t wear makeup.  I would’ve looked like a clown by now.

My mom honked the horn. “Mags, honey, we need to go or you’ll miss your flight,” my mom called out the window.

“Aw, Jess, I gotta go. I’ll text you as soon as I can.” I said gently.

“I love you Maggie,” she whispered.

“I love you too.” I replied. We broke apart and I climbed back into the car. I waved to her as we drove away. I

I put in my earbuds and tapped ‘shuffle’ on my list or One Direction songs.  Moments started playing, and I was crying again.

Later, we arrived at the airport and my mom and Marty said their final goodbyes.

“Mags, baby, I’ll miss you so much.” She hugged me quickly. “I love you, have a safe flight. Let me know when you land.” She wasn’t even crying. I felt a pang of hurt in my chest. How could she not cry? Her only child was hopping on a plane to England and she won’t see me for at least like two years! ‘I love you?’ yeah, sure. I held back tears and was once again thankful I chose not to wear makeup and that my sunglasses were concealing my red, wet eyes.

“Flight 74 to London, England, boarding now.” A woman’s voice over the intercom stated. Well I guess I should leave now.

I got on the plane and took my seat. As the plane took off, I looked out the window and said a mental goodbye to everything I knew. I let my eyelids fall close and drifted off to sleep.


“Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to begin our final descent into London Heathrow Airport. Currently the weather is..”

Whoa. Had I really been asleep for the whole plane ride? I didn’t think I could stay asleep for so long.

I left the plane and took my bags from the baggage claim. I searched for my dad; he was a tall guy, over six feet tall and had curly blond hair, just like me..

*sorry if it's a little boring. tell me what you guys think!*

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