Age Is Just A Number

This book is basically about a 15 year old girl named Ski (Pronounced Sky) who has a passion for photography. It's basically her life. Her dad happens to be best friends with One Direction's body guard, Paul. When Paul has a conversation about One Direction needing a new photographer, Ski's dad recommended her and she is now One Direction's new photographer. Problem is her dad didn't tell her that she would be working with the famous One Direction, just a popular band and she hates One Direction. A lot.

Would she fall for one of the boys? And if she did, would her age, being just 15, stop her from loving him?

Based on the title of my book what is your opinion. Is age just a number when it comes to love?


14. Falling Back Together

The drive to the airport was the longest ride of my life. I would always look out the window and see a couple holding hands and laughing. Oh how I wish that was me...

Finally, thirty minutes later, I arrived at the airport. It was super busy since Christmas was in three days. I kept getting shoved or pushed by people trying to rush to their flights. Every time I would bite my lip trying to keep in the pain.

I found a few empty chairs and layed there. A flight to New York  boarded in three hours so I decided to wait an hour before I bought my tickets.

"Are you okay ma'am?" a man in a suit asked with a deep british accent.

I nodded. I really didn't want to be bothered so I layed my head back down and closed my eyes hoping it would give the old man a hint that I did not want to be bothered. He shuffled away after he saw my eyes close. Good, he got the hint.

A half hour later, I couldn't fall asleep. I just sat there thinking. Thinking about every thing that has happened since I got to England. Finding out I'm working for the number one band I hate, actually liking them, going to the club and drinking for the first time, having a celebrity bang me while I be drunk, going out with Harry, being happy with Niall and Harry, Zayn finding out and abusing me, Harry and the paparazzi also finding out, and now me heading back home.

I burst into tears and buried my head in my hands. "Why does this have to happen to me?" I asked to no one in particular.

I just then remembered my phone. I wiped a few of my tears then unlocked my phone.

(20) Missed Calls

Five were from Niall, Three from Liam and Louis, One from Jasmine, two from my dad and the rest from Harry. I should let my dad know that I'm leaving the country but I just don't feel like talking to anyone right now.


Harry. I ignored his call which sent him straight to voicemail. I missed him so much but I just couldn't bring myself to come back to him. I already ruined his reputation by letting the press find out about him dating me but I guess we kind of broken up now. Anyways, I practically broke up the band in a way. Harry probably hates Niall, Niall probably hates Zayn and Louis and Liam don't know who to side on. It's all my fault.

"FLIGHT 387 TO NEW YORK WILL BE BOARDING IN ONE HOUR." A lady's voice came over the speaker announcing my flight. I guess I should go buy my tickets now.

I slowly got up and dragged my suitcases along with me.

"One ticket to New York for flight 387." I told the lady. Her hair light brown hair was tied up into a tight bun and she wore a deep shade of red lipstick.

She handed me the ticket with a smile, "Have a nice day ma'am." "I don't think that can happen." I mumbled under my breath.

I walked back over to my seat and sat down. My phone vibrated and I looked down at it. At first, I thought it was Harry but I was totally wrong. It was Zayn. He hated me so why would he call me?

I ignored him too and felt another few tears fall from my face. Why was life so hard?

I set an alarm to wake me up ten minutes before my flight boarded then put my beat headphones on. I put A Thousand Years by Christini Perri on repeat and just layed back crying. I didn't care if anybody saw me, so what if they judge me.


I slowly opened my red and puffy eyes to my phone to see a alarm clock dancing. Time to board.


The announcer clicked off and silence followed after. I sighed while gathering my luggage.

I opened the exit door with a small group of people who were on the same flight as me. There were about 20 other people. Maybe a total of  four families. There was also a young couple holding hands. A tear slid down my cheek but I wiped it away because of the freezing air around me.

My phone started to vibrate again halfway to the plane. It was Harry. I guess I should pick it up and say goodbye before I leave.

"Hello.?" I said trying to keep my voice from cracking. I had to be strong in front of him.

"Please don't leave, Ski..." he said. He breathed in heavy and let out a sob.

Harry was crying on the other end. I burst into tears quietly. I can't have Harry cry over me. It was all my fault.

"I'm sorry Harry, I don't deserve you." I said quietly.

"Yes, you're everything to me, " he said crying into the phone.

"No, I'm not Harry! I ruined everything for you." I yelled at him between sobs.

"Please Ski, if I can just show you how much you mean to me..." he started.

"Harry, there's no time.." I said. I was literally about to curl up on the floor and lay there crying. Forget the world and just lay there crying.

"There is if you turn around."

I stopped walking and froze in my tracks. I slowly turned around and started balling like a baby. There Harry was at the other end of the runway smiling with tears running down his face.

"I love you Ski.." I heard him say on the phone.

I couldn't wait any longer. I dropped my bags and luggage and stood there for a few seconds. After what felt like hours, I ran over and jumped into his arms. I buried my face into his shoulder and cried while he hugged me back tightly, crying himself.

"Please don't leave me Ski." he whispered, letting his breathing warm my neck.

"I won't Harry, I promise."

He pulled away and stared into my light brown eyes while I stared into his emerald green eyes. He finally did, what I have been waiting for him to do. He smashed his lips into mine and just kissed me passionately. I could stay like this forever.

I suddenly heard hollering and clapping. Harry and I broke our kiss and looked toward the screaming people. It was the people from the plane. They all stood outside it clapping and saying 'awh' and yelling 'woohoo'. We laughed at them but I mostly smiled. I felt like I was in a movie.

"Come on, I have a surprise for ya." he said grabbing my hand. "Wait my luggage." I said running over to it and picking it up. Harry grabbed it all with one hand and held my hand with his other.

He led me to the black van that we usually drove in. Suddenly the doors opened and out came the boys. All of them. Louis, Liam, then Niall, and last Zayn.

"We wanted to apologize." Louis said showing a smile. "Yeah, we should've sided with you." Liam continued.

"I'm sorry that I made a move on you knowing you were going out with Harry.." Niall said with a shy smile.

All three of them came over and hugged me. I waited to see if Zayn was going to say anything but he was completely silent. I sighed and grabbed my luggage, dragging it to the back of the van but I froze when I opened the doors.

I gasped and looked around. There were photos everywhere from the beach. The thing is, I didn't take them and all of them were of Zayn and I. It was him and I laughing and making silly faces at each other. But there were three that were the biggest. The first one was of him chasing me with a wide smile plastered on both of our faces. The second one was of him tackling me in the water and the third one was the one who made me cry. It was him and I standing in the water just smiling at each other.

"I really missed you, best friend." I felt an arm come around my waist and I automatically knew it was him by his voice and touch.

"I missed you too Zayn." I turned toward him and hugged him.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I promise not to lay a finger on you ever again." he muffled into my neck.

I pulled away and gasped. "So no more Zayn hugs?" I said with puppy dog eyes. He laughed while picking me up and spining me around. "I love you Ski, you're like my little sister."

I smiled up at him and pulled him in for one last hug. "Love you too, Zayn."

We broke our hug and he put my luggage in the back while the rest of us climbed in. Louis drove with Liam in the passenger seat. Zayn and Niall sat in the middle seats and quickly fell asleep. Harry and I were in the very back with my head on his lap while he stroked my hair.

While doing so, he sang to me. He sang 'Gotta Be You', 'Last First Kiss', and They Don't Know About Us'. He probably sang a few more but I fell asleep to his beautiful voice.

I'm glad things are falling back together. I just hope it stays this way.


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