The Getaway

Addie is 18 and going to college in the Fall. To celebrate getting into RISD, one of the top art schools in the US, she goes on a two week trip to visit her friend in London, where her friend will be attending college. Little does she know this trip will change her life forever.


2. Take Me Away

"Flight 234 is now boarding at port 23," I heard over the intercom, "I repeat Flight 234 is now boarding at port 23." I unplugged my laptop and threw it into my bag. I ran over to the counter, I'm not going to be late this time!

"I'm going to need to see some ID Adeline." I cringed. Everyone always seems to mispronounce my name. 

"Addie," I corrected as I handed her my license. Thank you, nicknames! "Ow!" Someone had just rudely bumped into me from behind me.

"Sorry," they replied with a british accent. Whatever, I thought, nothing could put a damper on my mood now! 

"Go right ahead Addie, enjoy your flight!" I smiled and started running down the ramp to the plane. I flew past people that were giving me dirty looks, but I could care less! 

"WOOOOOO!" I shouted excitedly. I've been told many times that I act just like a little kid, so you don't need to tell me again. I jumped on the plane and someone pointed me to stairs. Yes, stairs. I took them two at a time and got at the top in no time. 

"First class," I whispered. I glanced around, about thirty or so rows, four columns. I danced over to seat nineteen, not caring that the flight attendant at the end of the line was giving me a dirty look. I plopped my stuff on the ground next to my seat, or should I say lounge chair! I could almost fully lay down, my feet just hanging slightly into the aisle. But I am only 5'6 so thats not that long. For now I sat up and whipped out my IPhone.

3 New Messages:

Mom: Did you make your flight sweetie?

Yea right, you didnt even want me to make it, screw you.

Sarah: When am I picking you up at the airport?? I replied: 10 a.m.

The third was from my little sister, Isabelle: I'll miss you sissy! Me: I'll miss you two Bellie!

I know what you're thinking, no my nine year old sister does not have a cell phone, she just uses her Ipod to message me constantly, but hey, can't live without her!

After a few intense rounds of doodle jump, I glanced up to see that the majority of the seats around me had filled up and that take off was fifteen minutes away. I put my phone on airplane mode and listened to the flight attendants talk about the airplane safety rules. I glanced down again at the time and saw we had about 5-10 minutes left before we took off. I hate peeing when we are flying so I decided to hop up and head to the bathroom, even though I didn't really have to go. 

The next thing I knew I had tripped over some jerk's foot that belonged to the person who was seated right in front of me and fell face first on the ground. 

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I heard a thick irish accent as he got up and moved towards where I had face planted. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I said as I waved him away. Being the klutz I am, I've survived much worse. As I started getting up, a searing pain went through my left ankle and I went down again.

"Oh goodness," He cursed as he helped me up. I couldn't help but hear a giggle from the person that was seated behind me. He guided my arm around his shoulders and put his arm around my waist, asking where I was seated. I pointed to my seat which was about two feet away. I hobbled over and he placed me down, kneeling in front of me.

"I'll go get a first aid kit," Before I could protest, he was off. I knew who he was, hell I had obsessed over him and his band just a few years ago. One Direction. Obviously, they were just a boy band that went in and out of my life just like any other fad, but I had loved them so much. I remember sitting in my room all night watching videos of them, fangirling with my best friends, and dreaming of going to one of their concerts one day, but I grew too old for them. The one that I had tripped over was the cute, blond, irish one. I couldn't remember his name for the life of me. Well, that's an artist's mind for ya! Can never remember names of things, just what they look like. I can imagine all the faces of the band, but can't remember any of their names. Well, I do remember one, my favorite, Harry Styles.

"Here, let me see," he was back at my ankle. He gently removed my shoe and sock to see a swollen ankle. Heck, I've broken a few bones in my life and I knew it wasn't broken, but he was treating it as if it was a life or death situation. He took out some medical wrap and slowly and gently started putting it around my ankle and towards my foot, concentrating. He glanced up but looked right down again, using his fingers and hands perfectly. Did he play guitar? I believe so. He hadn't changed much in the past few years, but his teeth had no braces on them now. I winced as he went a little too tight and he whispered, "Sorry love," doing his best and showing concern on his face. He fastened a clip to make it stay and cracked one of those instant ice packs that I never quite understood. He gently lowered the ice pack to the perfect spot and cleaned up. "How is it?" He asked, getting up.

"Not bad, I know it's not broken, just probably twisted or sprained, you know you really didn't have to do all of this, it was no big deal."

"No I know I didn't have to," he replied,"But I wanted to. I mean you wouldn't have hurt yourself if it wasn't for me." Just then the flight attendant that had given me the dirty look when I was coming to my seat came over and asked him to return to his seat and fasten his seat belt for take off. He nodded and sat in the seat right in front of me. I also sat up and put my belt on, take offs always freaked me out. He leaned over his seat saying, "Oh, by the way, my name's Niall." AH YES! NIALL! That's it!

I extended my hand to shake his, replying, "Addie." He smiled and turned back around. Hopefully once I get off of American soil my bad luck will turn around and the trip will get a lot better. Take me away, I thought, take me away.

Author's Note: Hey fellow Directions! I hope you're liking my very first Movella! Comment with suggestions and predictions for the story! Love you all and thanks so much for reading! Love, Addie PS If you haven't caught on, this takes place about 2-3 years in the future


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